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Soul On Ice 2

by Ras Kass

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It’s been nearly a quarter century since Soul of Ice and they still can’t handle the truth. In fact, the intervening decades since Ras Kass dropped his classic debut have only validated the poisonous and panoramic vision of the waterproof MC, who was immediately hailed as the West Coast’s answer to Nas. And with the nature of the threat growing more real by the minute, there couldn’t be a more necessary time for Soul on Ice 2.

In nearly half a century of rap, you’d be hard-pressed to find anyone as venomous, cerebral and creatively fearless as Ras Kass. His lyrics are like a form of alcohol that ruthlessly kills all toxic germs. Real hip-hop that aims for the jugular. The best music takes risks and Soul on Ice 2 is so determined to expose uncomfortable truths that in another era it would’ve ended up on a banned albums list. It finds the Watts and Carson-raised seer determined to apply disinfectant and pressure to the ever-expanding list of American atrocities; this time accompanied by a hall of fame lineup of rappers and producers including Diamond D, Pete Rock, Snoop Dogg, Immortal Technique, Justice League, Cee-Lo Green, DJ Green Lantern, Everlast, Styles P and M.O.P.

From the first track, Ras Kass lays his mission statement in visceral and unyielding terms. The nature of the threat remains more relevant than ever. Hate crimes are multiplying. There are Christians in red hats preaching zero tolerance. In a sly aside, Ras cracks the irony: “Jesus never said that.” The beat, courtesy of Twiz the Beat Pro operates in communion with Ras’ semi-automatic-wrapped-in-sandpaper voice, flipping a sample of the phrase “it’s been such a long long time.”

What’s stark is how little has changed. The ghosts of America’s original sins continue to haunt, but they’re now twinned with a variety of new indignities from minor to major. They range from trust fund kids pretending to be broke and plasticine women to weed being legal but the police will still kill you. Then Ras punctuates his flurry of bars by adding that he’ll probably be underrated for life. It’s a claim that underscores exactly why his music has continued to matter: it’s unvarnished and intelligent, devoid of gimmicks or overwrought plays for radio. These are anthems for seekers and the curious, those who refuse to adhere to the easy answers and dim lies disseminated by the sinister and the simple minded.

There is “Grammy Speech,” where Ras imagines what he’d say if he was ever called up the Staples Center podium. Over a stomp-your-life out beat that recalls Diamond D’s late 90s collaborations with Pharoahe Monch, Rass spits a life story in a matter of minutes. He unloads about being feared and snubbed, corrects popular misconceptions, attacks the slithering nature of the music industry and accepts the award for all the real MCs.

Consider “Midnight Sun,” where Cee-Lo adds red clay soul to a fulmination about the false construction of race. The thundering “White Power,” where Immortal Technique and Ras eviscerate the tenets of white supremacy and chronicle the grotesque litany of evils committed by this demonic colonizer mentality. Yet for all the rage, it finishes with a message of unity -- the notion that all races are really one -- and the only hope for the future is to overthrow the yoke of antiquated thinking.

"Guns and Roses” finds Ras wrecking a dusty psychedelic flip with M.O.P and Styles P. It’s a classic four alarm, bring-the-big-guns assault. A tunnel banger for the second decade of the 21st Century. “LL Cool” brings Snoop Dogg to Carson so the duo of West Coast legends can conjure a pimped-out low-riding cruise in silk shirts and open collars. The finale is the harrowing “Opoid Crisis,” where Ras threatens to murder Republicans before connecting the threads between the CIA flooding inner-cities with crack and evil corporations getting the entire populace addicted with the tacit support of the U.S. government.

None of this is for the faint hearted, but Ras Kass never made music for the soft-handed and headed. On his latest opus, you realize exactly what a dramatic influence he’s has had on everyone from Kenrick Lamar and Ab-Soul to Dead Prez and Jay Electronica. Another gem burnishing the indelible legacy of the one of the greatest rappers to ever incinerate a microphone. This is eternal soul, ice-cold but somehow never less than searing.


released September 6, 2019

Mixed by Richard Segal Huredia / Parks / Pederico "C Sik Lopez / Jamey Staub
Mastered by Redsecta
Cover Photo by Pep Williams
Back Photo by Maxwell Benson
Graphic Design by Guerillapress


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Track Name: Silver Anniversary
25 years in the making
Before conversations with Elohim & Satan
Nature of The Threat Still more relevant than ever
Hate crimes multiplied, Christians in red hats
“Zero Tolerance”, Jesus never said that!
Jésus got deported tho - another orphan in the barrio
Time to strap up like a sicario
I was hypnotized by the audio
Now the boys dance like strippers
Wear stretchy jeans fake pockets & mad zippers
Trust fund babies dress poor & claim hipster
Gentrified the hood but will still call you a Nigga
The weed legal but the police will still kill
These bitches ass fake - but the pussy still real
Hottest rappers cant rap they just Milli Vanilli
Philly freed Meek Milly, The jury killed Billy-Cosby
I prolly be underrated for life
Fake my own death - go triple platinum overnight
Then re-emerge in Costa Rica with Tupac
Like Who Shot Ya - Guess who it’s not

Since last time you paid attention I lost some friends
Well, Hell - Me & Xzibit we kick it again!
But most them so-called friends is gone
Turned into the same fuckboy he hated - when we was trying to get on
I guess hurt people - Hurt people!
Neverending cycle with a fucked up sequel
The internet beat major labels; then Zuckaberg sold ads
& labels spin millions - so independents finish last (again!)
Pay the publicist; who add you to the playlist
Youtube, Spotify - it’s still pay to play bitch
These Crackers brought back Reaganomics - the 80’s
“The War on Crime” & incarceration for profit
...Got self destructive: they locked up my ass
Thank God Chino XL & Vinny Paz said “Free Ras Kass”
Arabs got banned, Black Men got shot
Asian girls running around sucking any & every white boys cock?!
Like it’s the new Colonialism
The devil conquered by creating division
Historical revision - purposely
The verse will be mercury - my Silver Anniversary!
Track Name: Grammy Speech (prod. Diamond D)
Had next after ‘Pac died - right before Eminem
The West Coast Spitter! The East Coast consider em: synonym
I’m nice ! A-Alike
‘Anything Goes’ - with the Al B Sure ‘Day or Night’
‘Miami Life’ -
Slay a mic
Like Buster Douglas round 10
The money & fame
Saw my piece of the pie but never ate a slice
Cause I wrote ‘Nature of The Threat’ & prolly paid the price
Plus when the homies lowkey jealous - they hate your life
Deceitful cocksuckers - ungrateful muthafuckas
I’m KRS - y’all just some part-time suckas...Good night!
they told me fight the good fight
But y’all suck whoever cock in the lime-light
….And most of em don’t even rhyme tight
Call Ghost-Busters - he don’t even write his own rhymes
20/20 is hindsight - Foreskin is uncircumcised
That’s a turtle-neck - not Kosher!
Open your eyes - while I try to get your mind right
Spat on my hands - like Jesus Christ - gave the blind sight
How may mics did I terrorize
100,000 on Twitter - still not verified?!
My nigga - this a sham, its rigged
Rappers is hip hop cops for the man - ya dig
What happened to hip hop
more insulting
Now the underground don’t respect skills if you don’t go Pop
Aint that some backwards shit tho
Like it jumping out the toilet bowl & squeezing back in your asshole
Lot of basic Bars - beats just 808
Some of y’all so behind - they prostate!
When I’s All-State - you in good hands!
VIP on GP - I don’t need a wristband
Diamond D, don’t call us OG - I’m not old school
I will shoot up the whole school
Get drunk off O’ Doul’s ….piss in your Pro-Tools
UFC 229 with no rules
I want to thank the fans, my friends & family
For the one I’ll never win - this my Grammy speech

SKIT (featuring Numskull of the Luniz)

...And this for leaving ‘Pac out the ‘10 Greatest Rappers List’
Whoever wrote that must of bumped they head & ate a dick
Whole industry monopolized on some hater shit
Shit is a sham! its glitz & glam
Smoke & mirrors - say real shit, get banned
Since “Massa” (master) feed the artist, can’t bite the hand
You know you fucked up when you mic’d my stand
So they unplugged me [feedback] Un-Loved me!
If I was a baby seal they would club me
Suddenly convince you I’m ugly, unlucky - just fuck me!!
But I’m Lovely - aint a rapper breathing above me
Best lyricist...but so-called hip hop awards snubbed me
Label mad cause I won’t act like Buckwheat
Tried to find another path to succeed - they obstruct me!
Industry Execs on a smear campaign
Assassinated my character & bashed my name
“Ras a racist - he don’t like white people”
I don’t like stupid ass black or white people quite equal!
“He alcoholic”
yeah ask every producer, artist & engineer I ever worked with
I’m always prepared, most professional - 1st in the booth
With the best verse as the proof
Fuckboys - I’m hurting your cooch
So while you nominate who dominate charts
But they don’t write, can’t sing how you Artists without Art??! huh
These niggas is mascots -
hiding behind brands, I be tearing they mask off
Ya’ll Ronald McDonald’s...LipSync Music
Colonel Sanders - fake recipes frontin like he produced it
They Hit Sharks; all up in the studio lurkin like
“that song hot - let me buy that”
Fake like he made that track - repeat that rap - wack!
Then act like he a fucking egomaniac
Yeah I’m talking to you …..[bleeped Artist names]
So I accept this award on behalf of the true eMCee’rs
Whether the fans know it or not, they need us
Industry won’t feed us want us all living in Kia’s
Or force black men to get rich dressing like Madea
Shit, I keep it gangsta like [MC Eiht] “Gyeah” … WC - “Niiyah”
My rhymes sick - chlamydia
Middle finger in the air
Music industry can shove it up your rear
But a lot of y’all secretly - into that lifestyle - fuck RIIA
Track Name: Midnight Sun (feat. Ceelo Green)
What if I told you that I am not black and you are not white
that's a societal construct created to divide us
Love is the light that guide us
The devil makes spotlights to blind us
Some fear the melanin inside us
and only the better men Unite us

Verse 1
Noble what he Drew on paper
(Ali) All he do is tell the truth
spell the proof - troops gone rappel the roof
sip the Juice, from here to Belarus
our Nation is Moorish we ancient and flourished
mastered the oceans; we came with the currents
natives with Olmec blood in our vein
800 years before they traded the 'slaves'
that name means people who Slavic
and we ain't Ukrainian or Baltic
I'm woke & I'm Conscious
it spoke to my soul - so I broke from the nonsense
Timbuktu: the worlds Oldest University
college perversity! turned kings into worker-bees
died rose again in a three-day span
trying to get ahead of cheese like a Green Bay fan
we don't tan made by the equator. In "the upside-down"
skin shade is why you hate us
Thy Will Be Done
shine in the night when it look like none... Midnight Sun

streams of consciousness. Moral compasses
the nights inside you. the gods will guide you
Im woke. I want the smoke
thoughts provoke the conflict until the holy war is won
and The Words a weapon. A verbal veteran
but he cant speak unless his master lets him
the winters hot and summers cold
dont be surprised tonight if you see the Sun

HOOK: BLACK PSALMSIST (sung in South African native Xhosa)

Sililanga siyakhanya (We Are) X2
Ezinzulwini zobumnyama (We Are) X2
Bantu benyani bokuqala (We Are) X2
Kuphila kwethu lithamsanqa (We Are) X2

We are the Sun, we shine (We Are) X2
In the Midnight
We are the People of Truth, we are the First People
Our being alive is a blessing (we are becoming stronger)


what if i told you that you are not latino and you are not asian
Latin is a dead language. we all mixed through invasion
root of all civilization you find us
they use miseducation to bind us
naturally strong we survivors
Truth is the Light to remind us

Verse 2
high school teach 'true lies'
the first Britain was a black man with blue eyes -
"Cheddar man" : thats genetics!
rewriting history and thats pathetic
we Kemetic, first astronomers
you pushed us- bad energy & thats kinetic
culture became 'races'
called it ethnic
what is ethics?
Asad in Syria killing all your bredren
we Nephilim ... study 120 lessons like the 'X' men
Red Fez to worshipping dead pres(idents)
first Hebrew tribes had a head full of dreads
and the letter "J" dont exist
the children of Yahweh stay lit
the devil is a lie: lucifer false light
can't claim to be a Christian and still be Alt-Right !!
Love makes us better...
only way we get through this is together
so I call my brothers Sun cuz he shine like one
radiating the darkness... the Midnight Sun


HOOK & VAMP: BLACK PSALMIST (sung in South African native Xhosa)

Sililanga siyakhanya (We Are) X2
Ezinzulwini zobumnyama (We Are) X2
Bantu benyani bokuqala (We Are) X2
Kuphila kwethu lithamsanqa (We Are) X2

Thina SinguMoya / oyingcwele Kholwa
Apho sikhona / UThox'ukhona

We are the Sun, we shine (We Are) X2
In the Midnight
We are the People of Truth, we are the First People
Our being alive is a blessing (we are becoming stronger)

We are righteous Soul, believe it
Where we are, God is
Track Name: F.L.Y. (prod. DJ Green Lantern)
Real niggas back in style again
How I’m making a lot of noise from a silent pen
Adjusted the rifle scope - had to dial it in
And fuck a humble loss - I’d rather have a violent win
Viola Davis on the violin - ‘Who getting away with murder’
I guess the owl did - throw the towel in
They ask me if I’m one of the best
Just think Black Thought on Funkmaster Flex - hmm - yes!
Fuck reminiscing - living in the past - shit
Cause not everything old is classic
All I know is get dough - battle rap - I’m reachin like a tip toe
today’s current currency is crypto
Hate to blast ya - but I have to
I suggest you get low - ya life’s played out like Sprinkle (Salt) Bae
And them fuckin “For the Dick” posts.
who rocks the coast? Rassy!
Cardigans & Cashmere - fuck last year

out with the old, in with the new
fuck what you did - its about what it do
F.L.Y. Fuck Last Year
F.L.Y. Fuck Last Year
out with the old, in with the new
fuck what you did - its about what it do
F.L.Y. Fuck Last Year
Lifes a bitch then you die… Time FLY

Every year the ball drop in time square
Age 12 my balls dropped - Adolescent male
Ball Big like LaVar - Spit like Lamar
Not a Arabic - still tryin to get it, Inshallah -
(get what?)
Get to the bag - like airport carousels
Industry dudes saying - real rap will never sale
You know that guy: the carrot top, the ferret tale - that nigga
Half snake & half rat nigga -
trap nigga, He don’t like boom-bap - well that figures
I dispose of these hoes - Jack Ripper
Lot of bitches getting blocked on the gram - she feel tight
I’m not liking 100 pics I can’t fuck in real life! (bitch)
Green, we go back to 4-Tracks
So you entitled to your opinion - but not your own facts
Niggas is so wack - throwing up on your throwback
Time - F.L.Y. - now hold that
Track Name: Street Superstar (prod. J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League)
In the foreign or the Old School
Sipping champagne or malt liquor
Playing by our own rules
Surrounded by Cinderella with them Glass Slippers
Serve us the Soul Food with the Caviar
I know you know who we are ... Certified Street Superstar

Brand new CLS with my C.L.S.
Cute Little Scumbag - when she undress
Always keep my dick hard like Cialis
(Blood bitch) active red-rag! call her PMS
hood - platinum, i be. Legendary MC
Smoke tree: 115 in CDC
Seen a bucked-naked nigga on PCP
whip 6 cops.. homies said he "3 OG"
shit i'm cool! Coolio, groupies at the studio
gangsters paradise, smoking doobies making movie dough. Yo!
Real earthy sister burning sage & patchouli bro
Told her press the 'fro, invest in some lipstick
Hey, I'm Americanized! I'm a dipshit
and i flip shit - like juggling turds
I roll with God-Bodys, felons, Muggles & nerds
Inside or outcast; we just crumblin' herb
the judge break you off a piece like hor' d'oeuvre
my silver fur on the curb, watch & observe
you cowards critize in a blurb from Ivory Towers -
drinking the golden showers, ugh!



1520 Sedgwick avenue, the South Bronx
got South central in the south of France
croissant & poisson: like Jesus multiplied it
Don't hide it, divide it: Fish & Chip - we reunited
Break bread with me
Life Hacks - Talk Ted with me
Scratch a Lotto in the alley
Don't be scared Ricky! [gun effect]
Sawed-off gage to back, I spit like that
foaming at the mouth like draft On Tap
I commit the black-on-black. I gets down
No match: Soula Boy/ Chris Brown...
& shawty said the beat was like Molly
Then sniffed half a gram of a Salvador Dali
("I said goddam!)
Ain't no more "Illuminati"
The name always changes to the Uninitiated
My heart pumps the blood of Abraham and Sarah
Black man in the mirror be the black pantera
The cap Carolina New Era
Welcome to the Terror Dome - carats like "he went to Jared's"
I'll chop your arm off - you wear your heart on your sleeve
See, they begged me to come - security asked me to leave... FOH
Track Name: White Power (feat. Immortal Technique)
White Power is...creating Hate where at first there was none
From Chinese gunpowder, the invention of the gun
From ancient Egypt, steal civilization
Then use miseducation to re-write Creation
De-Africanize The Sphinx and re-white his face &
Displace the Race, and be quite complacent
We living in a real "District 9"
'Master-race' convince other people to dehumanize
White Power is...against "World Peace"
It'd rather cut the world in pieces!
Let every European nation make colonies after the natives defeat
Monopolize every natural resource and bleed it
White Power is...Not Freedom!
White Power is the semen that implies dark-skinned people inferior to light people?!
The demon who conquered and raped other cultures
got the [bastard] children of the rapist thinking they better than their brothers!
so all around the world: from America to The Outback
White Power prefers we be "Without Black"
I got nothing but love for my Latinos
but Puerto Rico why deny your negroe
White Power is... Spain conquering asians renamed Filipinos;
Teach them to mistreat the indigenous: they call "Negrito" (Nigga!)
But they really the same people. If you darker you Less-equal
So you got lighter skin Indians treated better than the Darker
Same thing in Brazil, Mexico and Jakarta
"Afro-Cuban" or so-called just Cuban!
When genetically you the same race and we all just human
White Power is...Fooling you, and idolizes itself
Makes you 2nd Class Citizen while it takes your wealth
White Power is...Self-hate! and Stockholm Syndrome
So as i knock on your dome you are not home!


Perception is power that racial hatred devours
Cowards rewrote the history that is ours
Conquest is the sweet smell of a poisonous flower
The slave master is the savage in the Final Hour
Perception: that's what White Power relies on
Racial Division: the system to build Lies on
There is only 1 human race that exists
i reclaim My Past, when i raise My Fist


White Power is...41 Million blacks trying to escape the ghetto
Crabs in a barrel to push Maybach pedals
Youngsters blast metal for iced out bezels
16 year old girls in 6-inch stilettos
name every exotic car, brand of upscale apparel
But barely read & write on a 5th grade level
Blame their condition on some mythological 'Devil'
With Red-Skin, 2 Horns and a Pitchfork?! ugh.
400 years - we bottom of the food-chain
Think White Power did it on accident? You A New Slave
White Power...prefers the middle-class bear the brunt of the economy
Pay lower wages to women and minorities;
Created CoIntelPro. Jim Crow
Sent police dogs on children because we Marched for Equality
It's the "War on Crime". the "War on Terror"
White Supremists who refuse to look in the mirror!
White Power instigates 'Black Power' & 'Brown Pride'
Locks them in Prison and makes sure that they collide
Says the innercity ignorant - when they the ones who taught us
Say "Go back to Africa" - when they the ones who brought us!
White Power wants more Walls and more border patrol
but White Power stole the Southwest from Mexico !!
Hate immigrants..but they all immigrated from Europe
Neo-Nazi's claiming their blood is the purest...
A false racial superiority, false sense of purity
'cause all Mankind came from little African pygmy
So every genetic possibility is in me -
Blue eyes, blond hair
Aryan. Asian. Armenian...But in the end,
White Power taught the world to Despise the Black man
But still want his bitch with full lips , round ass & a nice tan?! -
Nice Plan!
See, White Power is conflicted; it Hates who it Loves
it denigrates who it imitates to escape who it was!
Took our African Religions in plain sight man
By the 1500's; Jesus Christ became a white man?!
And when it suits his goal, have you on the frontline fighting
White Power is the emcee who keeps switching his Hype-man!!
Sri Lanka versus India; Tutsi versus Hutu
Palestinian versus Jew - nigga You Too!


Perception is power that racial hatred devours
Cowards rewrote the history that is ours
Conquest is the sweet smell of a poisonous flower
The slave master is the savage in the Final Hour
Perception: that's what White Power relies on
War is the foundation Capitalism lies on
The battlefield the American soldier dies on
From Botswana, Kandahar, Mogadishu to Saigon
Track Name: Shark Week
Shark Week

(Ras Kass speaking)
" y'all niggas ain't like me nigga , imma do some shit ain't never been done in the history of music nigga
We switching 4/4 time to 3/4 time signature Rhyming

1st Verse

Coming up from Beneath Breaking out like great white sharks out of Cape Town Beach
Polaris breach
I Don't Preach just don't got no filter
you wouldn't understand the family tree I'm built from
‘I am Groot’ I am Kunta in Roots I'm Footloose
dancing in one Gucci boot
I'm the truth no dispute
Ain't interested in doing songs with you washed up sidekicks fuck'em forget'em treat them like a side bitch and switch
Get off of my dick
e-coli is what I spit
commit schmurder when he go live
1 - 2 like 3 + 4 + 5
That's a math bar
backwards niggas should call me Ssaksar
ya padre! pinche tu madre
no comprende Tu Sabe that's all day in broad day
came a long way like money shot
On 1 wheel make the slingshot Bunny Hop
Kinkos 3D printer making a funny Glock
ghost gun it's a wrap nigga mummie knots

Verse 2

Baby bro Gotta eat so tell them GOATs I grind up meat and make shawarmas the black Jeff Dahmer
My first album was cult Classic doing shit never been done before it's hard core they so flaccid
3/4 time alignment no acid futuristic niggas Jurassic fastest ain’t giving no passes bastard killing up whole classes Victim slow as molasses
that shit that part telepathic move shit like Drano
all bad muthafucker no bueno double rainbow
Oprah Show giving the audience cars so “you get a bar and you get a bar everybody gets a bar” written by Ebony Maw
nigga, this is gettin bitten by Jaws
Had a lesbian couple book my Airbnb
when the ménage popped off that's a share me and she
Stayed at my spot for free
But I fucked them for a fee that's the true definition of a
Career MC: I ain't never had job you mumble- rap you 23 with a ‘dad bod’
Damn God, do anything to get the face seen
even floating face-down in the mainstream

" you ain't gotta like me but you better respect me
You ain't got to love me but you'll never forget me
You ain't gotta like me but you better respect me
You ain't got to love me but you'll never forget
Track Name: Wxt Thv Shxts (prod. J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League)
The content in the street so watered down now (I miss the old days)
and snitching at a all-time high
what happened to the code that we used to die by
Love don't Love nobody, cant trust nobody; for the right amount of money they'll turn
Roll up in a Rover hop out With the Shits
Whole city know me I'ma real one With the Shits
Take-Off on sight when i see you: With the Shits
Stand my ground, won't Back down I'm With the Shits


On The Run Eatin' - I was on my NORE
Some say i had the sauce before Chef Boyardee
first niggas troll you; the next they RT
and if you claiming you the GOAT best be Ali
niggas wanna-be Sully so they fly free
then get sucked into engines like they wild geese
My exe talked shit online - but hey, why beef
having a meltdown broke looking like Tyrese
[what more do you want from me?!]
No diss! It's just this:
The best offense is double "D" - like big tits
Thou Shall Not Think These Thots is Loyal
and rep your hood if you from the soil
Educated. i read a lot!
Blue sweater, V-neck tee - call me Cardigan B
but never dissing a crip. only caught the flu when im sick
besides that - who with the shits?!



Life comes full circle: back at the Capitol Building
Priority Records, infact, with my children
got a Zach Efron six-pack for the filming
Til the Bag looking like i just sacked a Pavilions
dude collude, they call it "Fake News"
Swiss watch, Drip Drop: the Fortress of Solitude
I need a girl to call wifey
Who still love a nigga even when she dislikes me
Give a man a fish - he's eating quietly
Teach a Pisces to fish - she's saving society!
Don't get it fucked up... we Will act violently
Spirit leave your nervous system - separation anxiety
Paralysis. Dialysis.
Not the most glamorous. But i am the shit.
This analysts watching hammer-fists
A catalyst: Dizaster vs Canibus

Track Name: The Long Way (feat. Everlast)
Watered the Bush, I was 14, breakin" ; 'Raisin' - fake I.D. from Eric Davis,
good vibrations, Kalonee first to take-off in an altercation
like Walter Payton - running back to the drama with our 40oz bottles,
the Ozzies call it 'Mackers', we call it 'McDonalds',
I know hoes from Toronto who collect vinyl, then bust it wide open at the Spearmint Rhino!
was thinking about settling down, but these hoes got their head in the cloud, so I'm celibate now,
...lasted a couple months then its back to being 'Slut Puppy',
jumping-off like adrenaline junkies
(X-boy), my brother Curt, my brother Clee, my brother Nummy go dummy!
Wais P never let me go hungry
40's a 'Diva Dude" 10 pair of the same Gucci shoes
my revolver big & black like Terry Crews!, [ooh!]
I just love The Culture and the Bag, gee
mystery to me why you lookin like Mr T;
ten skinny- ass gold chains like chokers
I just put Bit Coins inside my penny loafers;
moonwalking across your sofa...
trap musicians, y'all overdose! We get doper!
north east west south, we all connected
its hard to defend against the unexpected.(nigga)


They just caught The Right One, the right time, wrong day,
even if the needle skips, homie let the song play
kept it 100 when them suckas acted strange'
Already! i fuck with you the long way,

Everlast verse2:
Midtown; '88 , Venice & La Brea
17: graffiti-writing, fly-rhyme sayer
hanging with the Crips clash, almost catchin whiplash
watching my own back, the government sold crack,
we ran Sherman square, sometimes we'd brawl,
reading William S. Cooper & 'The Final Call'
'Behold a Pale Horse', and pray for the "sheeple"
used to move pounds, now we all smoke legal!
higher than any Eagle album ever charted
911 was an inside job- don't get me started
ancient secrets were guarded, pillaged and marauded
the christians Crusaded... and natives got slaughtered
but every single 'holiday' you celebrate's pagan!
and Hinkley loved Jodi so he shot Ron Reagan,
live from Copenhagen, fighting out of California
I'm running up on ya', i ain't gonna warn ya' !
Track Name: Guns N Roses (feat. Styles P & Lil Fame)
here come the drums X 2


First the 4-5 kicks, then comes the coroner
next call is the florist, mama wanna talk to you the bitch need a summoner
John-freakin-Edwards - a Medium
after the Reaper came & greeted him
niggas is light in the ass probably shit helium
the cocaine's Columbian, my bitch Argentinian
What! Elmer Fudds in the club
told you 'ain't no fun when the rabbit got the gun'
you acting like the Man of Steel, and force a man to kill
or become the 'man on wheels'
paralyzing by slipping on a banana peel
Gotdamn i'm real - Casper the Friendly til i finally float a Phantom here
Born-day cakes to wakes & cold case
you No-face; just wilting carnations in a old vase
tuck in, make a "man-gina" stay in a Ho place
i walk in the booth and paint on "The Crow" face

Another bastard casket closes,
first come the Guns, and next is the mutha-fuckin Roses
Another bastard casket closes,
first come the Guns, and next is the mutha-fuckin Roses
I lay that boy down - He ain't gone get back up! X 4


I know you heard of me (Ghost) niggas refer me
as 'Mr Lay-em Down' or put his ass up in surgery
get your gas-mask: Fame, Billy & Ras Kass
and myself'll leave you ass in a trashbag
Hock Ptui on him [spitting sound effect]
let the bullet follow the phlegm, the Gem is like pen so i drew on him!
this is artwork, shit'll get dark first
before i leave i hit the automatic start first
Ya'll niggas fruity like Starburst
Before i shoot the gun had to drag it a 100 yards first
next comes the Roses, the preacher to read the Proverbs
Fuck around and leave your conversation on your Converse...
Your reflexes on your Reeboks
nerves on your Nikes 'cause I'm nice with the G-Lock
...Gunz N Roses mutha-fuckas
Nobody opposes mutha-fuckas

Track Name: LL Cool J (feat. Snoop Dogg)
I could easily do it like i used to,
but baby you ain't nothing like the usual
and even though its all mutual
I'd pack it up, drop off & leave
[Thats What I...]
used to do, 'til i met you
now everything is so brand new
you're giving me a reason
to love them not Leave them


Girl, you know me 'Get down' from back younger
used to mix the grape Koolaid & "Bird-Thunder"
LA Mentality, it's no wonder
I was quick to tell a bitch "lose my number"
[Thats What I]
still do and won't lose no slumber
fuck her off Twitter, dump her on Tumblr
Cirque du Soleil: I'm a juggler
I throw your chick in the sky, rotate and humble her
That's right before cuddle her
she coming home with DNA in her jugular
you massaging her back all in the tub with her
you tricking off racks buying 'Bub with her
[Thats What I...]
Me! i won't even go to the club with her
I warned you homey, don't fall in Love with her
You like every other customer now
see i refuse to settle- just to settle down



Super Soco & Gin, Pop lock in my pen
hanging out with The Twins, servin 'Yay for my ends
pimpin' hard on 'em, not fake - for real
bake cake for real, "Lets Make a Deal!"
[Thats What I...]
on the east side the 'loc creep slow with your favorite ho,
rocking her boat, what you saving her for?
Me & Ras spent days with the ho
in the C-A-R-S-O !! (C-Arson!)
Johnny struck a match; I crack a new batch
came back with the Deadliest Catch
No look; cook books from scratch
i knock a bad bitch- all that! and show her how to fall back
[Thats What I...]
Frame name a game, nights to blame
fights with gangs! ain't nothing changed but the Grass mayne
I came Bang, fire & desire, ice & flame...
Don't give that bitch your last name!
Track Name: Trapped Music
This is 5- dimensional scaling from 1- dimensional sentences
God dreamt it! then His 3D printer and invented Men
then Men invented sin
You Red-nose Rudy's is venison
Ride 59 seconds before the Minutemen- for dividends!
baby got the plug, she 'bout Chicago love
Twista the illest, niggas killin', How about them Cubs tho?!
bar-hopping off Houston & Ludlow
'Incredible Hulk's' - think it's making my blood glow
Chug more, say I turned into "Uggmo"
combative and shit
Too adamant, cannon - inadequate ammunition; bump stop - My hand on the clip!
I pop shit like a laxative
Anarchist. Activist, body whatever track it is
Crack his rib
Wack his kid
that's metaphorical
You're Neo! Why see the Oracle
- that's rhetorical
Trump's 'Deplorables' made honest work unaffordable
He want 'the Juice' like Orenthal -rent a Hertz!
I got a dead body coming and this glove don't fit
Kryptonian world engine - I destroy your
Traffic -you the dealer or the addict

Hook: I heard they Trappin' to the Oldies
I heard they- I heard they Trappin to the Oldies
Cut off Levi shorts and 40's ...We. Are. Trappin to the Oldies
I don't want to hear no song about living wrong
it's all about getting on! flipping .OZ's
They Trappin to the Oldies
If you born in the '80s - you an OG

All my life a real nigga
All my life I been real nigga
All these bitch niggas with soap boxes
Claim they trap gods and dope sponsors
We don't buy it
No street cred only debt for lying
Up on the 5th of the genie bottle
wish you would try it
I wish you would try it...

I'll leave the drama to act
I'ma just stick to the facts
Makes sense you goofy -your Mama wack
at High school with a gat & red M.A.G.A. hat
Niggas ain't woke, just Insomniac
Lit off of cocaine and cognac
Phony rat... Hold me back
naw, fuck that! Im'a Let Go
You either homo or metro -I'm hetero!
No doubt I'm insured like the gecko
Im gassed & full of the Petro
And I told yo ass from the get-go
My future is retro
my past is the next flow
You dead im a Necro
im charged like electro
Stop knocking -the Party is Next Door
Dressed all black like Depeche Mode
Rump Shake at a Wreckx-n-Effect show
She give good brain - Intellectual
Put lead to your head like you Destro

Real lyricists. real life experience.
Sample your shit with no clearances
We ride or die, you crash and burn in real life:
The Fast and the furious
Travel with bitches
I came with a 9 but now she a 10 in the bed...
Cuz I'm on Pacific standard time
& AZ's an hour ahead!
Lead that just shower your head
Squeeze it and bust
Heated them up, defeated and fucked
Turned your brain to noodles and soup
Like I'm feeding them pho
Reppin the people- The Dreamers, Haiti, Puerto Rico
I am a lethal illegal amigo
One man Voltron; Black Ultron
Haters keep wanting me RICO'd
Nope! fuck Joe Arpaio -
Turn that fucker face into pico de gallo
No wins in mi casa
You start & end with an "O " like spelling Ohio!
Youre welcome to try though...
'Line for Line' like Scarface doing cocaine rails
I supply the high; design the Sky
Been fly since '95

All my life a real nigga
All my life I been real nigga
All these bitch niggas with soap boxes
Claim they trap gods and dope sponsors
We don't bite
No street cred only ?? debt?? for life
Up on the 5th of the genie bottle
wish you would try it
I wish you would try it...

Aye yo ma ....
Track Name: Gingivitis w/ Jamo Gang (ElGant, J57 & Ras Kass)
Most merciful most benevolent
Praise due to the 4 elements
Fuck working for peanuts; Im no elephant
Rich White girls backstage smoke ketamine
Medellin medicine-
I'm better than Predator at hunting you lettermen disrespecting the veterans
peddling this "Terrigen"
turn mortals Inhuman; the Melanin
stung by a jellyfish? I'm sellling R. Kelly's piss
"Who wan' rank?" on some 'Belly' shit
Fuck every president; First lady the immigrant
Don't dab but always second-hand inhaling it
[Cough cough]
Og Kush and peach vodka
Fuck her in my sleep i'm a Dreamer like D.A.C.A.
Chief Rocker, rappers too frail
Dopeboy fresh; take showers in Purell

I walk around town with my hand holding my dick and talk that shit.
We don't fuck around with Mumble rap- YOU better spit and talk that shit
Talk that shit
Like you got Gingivitis nigga... you better Talk that shit

Now the girls like fuckboys in a Thu-suit
You want warm and fuzzy? go stick your tits in a pair of Uggs boots
Unfollowed you. im appalled at you,
your daddy should have swallowed you!
"I am Q" - How bigots claim they the victim, not Amadou? [Dialo]
Forgot about the lynches at the barbecue?
Big dog: Marmaduke , Fuck bodyart
Stabbed him with the Andis 'T-Liner - That's a body part!
Sex with golden shower - That's a pee-nut [peanut]
Came in her brown eye - That's a hazel-nut
Fat Buddha with Psycho Les - That's a Beatnut
You know what! Stop paying for pussy that's a... (Female: doughnut??)
Cashew [Cash -You!]
Slow down baby
All I make is soul music like MoTown baby
Tell Zazie Beetz we should meet sometime
Marry the illest spitter : we can be "Beats and Rhymes"!


Talk that shit like crap lips 'In Living Color'
Butt on your face, I'm meaning you Ass-backwards
I Am - the Beginning the middle the last factor
I am not rescinding my lack of care for sending your man to a Life-After
Trade bars with the best: Im called NAFTA
Put the money in the basket hand it to my manager you can call him pastor
i'm among the stars call me NASA
Cheap emcees we call Shasta
Splash ya soda In the cup
Up up and away! hand on that pump, cocking that gage- we on a different page
Y'all don't stand for nothing; We got shit to say
Elon Musk when I bust , we trying to innovate
I'm on the road to success
you on the road to being the guy in the room nobody noticed left
45 and holding your breath, start breathing
We Super Bowl material, Y'all in the Pre-season! muthafu-- ugh
Track Name: Can U Feel It
Can I get a soul clap?
Pete Rock soul brother number 1
Soul on Ice number 2

Im mixing mango with vodka in my Nutribullet
just cuz Trevon couldn't i stay hooded - way hooded
Class of '96 freshman rapper
My lil bro a trapper We consorting with Flappers
'The Great Gatzby' dopest nigga out if you ask me
before Chapelle got ripped & Larry was Ashy
I watch hashish turn into dabs
420 friendly; let you burn in the lab
Im so concerned with the pad, pens and Bars
No glamourous shit; besides 'Woman of the Year' got a dick?!
Take money
Gone Baby Gone like a stillborn
Cuz I'm the Future of rap - Nayvadius Wilburn
Let me get to the point, no goal tending
With no fucks given! cuz I'm a rider I love women
Tryna meet Lana Del Rey & climax inside her
Then Whisper in her ear... "Hail Hydra!"

Chorus: Do you see what I see; do you see what I see, Do you hear what I hear; do you hear what I hear.
Hook: Roll a lil' something, pour out some liquor; let it take effect and the results come quicker
The results come quicker
The results come quicker

Too many niggas auto-tuning singing the whole verse
Thought that was what the hook was for - y'all need to soul search
Even got on TV wearing his Ho skirt to win
Are you the type to be bisexual just to fit in?!
In The End - I'm 11 on a scale of 1 to 10
I spit - transcending whatever trends
I'm lit - you ain't knowing then nigga go ask a friend
(It's the task of a match i will strike again)
Right on God, anything less would be uncivilized
you're still a Nazi if you sympathize
The revolution won't be televised just 15 seconds Snapchats
gats in MCM backpacks
Stack a billion before Netflix & Chillin'
Children of the Corn; watch my porn from the mirrored ceiling
Glass sweat: the ice melt the Jamo and ginger
I creep like a muthafucking ninja


Track Name: Opioid Crisis
" Fuck you know about a Plug nigga
You don't own no airplanes nigga! No submarines
How the fuck it's our fault ?!

At Max' s eating a Philly; Alt-Right tried to kill me
Dropped my cheesesteak and grabbed the Mack semi
scuffling, shot a republican in the face with it
only the 2nd time I've seen an Eagle kill a Patriot !
that's a Brady fumble, let me slay you double
Catch a L, then another - let the Ladies Love you
Rappers lazy; paying baby dues to vaguely mumble
I'm from a stronger breed victims of the 80's struggle
Crack cocaine decimated poor neighborhoods
Politicians attacked us for 'the Greater Good'
"The War on Crime"
got more people in prison - than living in Wyoming and South Dakota combined!
Society blind, or willfully ignorant
Ain't no moral High Ground when you're killing your citizens
Yo! the 'hood got locked for rock
The Burbs sniffed powder & got a slap on the wrist from Cops
Stop Frisk. Stand Your Ground. had bitches with Me boostin' in Beverly Hills when Whitney Houston drowned
Vilified... then Tom Petty died, they ain't like that
the irony is... they don't like facts

Black drug addiction: we get jailed for our vices
They cry for treatment when it happened to the white kids
"War on Drugs" or "Opioid Crisis" ?!
Big Pharm kills more Americans than Isis
the FDA is El Chapo
they the drug dealers - Drug Stores on every block yo
Walmart, Rite Aid, Walgreens, Duane Reade...
heroin in your mainstream

2nd verse

Then 'The Purple One OD'd..
I went from The Revolution, to sitting in the nosebleeds
Youngsters try to insinuate you're washed up they call you OG
Nope! I'm just the homie
You in the Trap! I'm the best, little nigga
wash your dirty fucking mouth out with Zest, little nigga
& Lil Peep got depressed, deceased his flesh
So how is it legal to sell a drug with a million side effects? Including death!
cause the same condition it supposed to treat
No cure! they sell temporary pain relief
Big Pharmaceutical Companies supply the 'burbs
Cuz all the pills in West Virginia made by Heisenberg
Republicans blame Mexico - visit New Hampshire, where'r the Mexicans?!
I asked Alexa [Echoe] & them:
How do I make heroin out of Dexatrim and Fentanyl
Y'all catching Zzzz's when I spit at y'all
I should be in Forbes for all the illest bars
Time to join the racquet- no tennis ball
It Ain't the Mexican cartel ain't the Black Folk
cuz the real Plug wearing white lab coats

Repeat Hook

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