The End - Ras Kass

My acoustic pugilistic linguistic, rap fabric

Is a mixture of Arabic, plug 'em in

Plug 'em in

Plug 'em in, plug 'em in

Come to spread it

The world exclusive

Check it

From the underground producers

Turn your face stone like Medusa

Slap dick on a wicked bitch

Or righteous ones weaken sons

Those who burn hurt turn nuns

I rekindle the flame

With the name Bobby

Make it a hobby

Smoke the honey dip got my throat groggy

You doo-doo brain dirtbag derelict dumbfuck

What the fuck is wrong with you dickhead?

Numb-nuts

Just because you made a song or two

What’s the balance due on your royalties?

Record companies spoil me

As the wiz hot oil me

Fuck that savage back up

Wu-Tang step inside the club

Niggas might act up

One potato

Smack you like the crossfader

Rap data, go back to pissy elevators

Escape the projects, livin' inside the skyscraper

Fuck that I’m takin' back the forty acres

With the cream of nature

(Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby)

(Huh)

Yo, my Eve called 1-Adam-12, I got arrested

First she protested

But on the seventh day I rested (son I always had the power!)

Before the Midori Sour with red cherries

Hereditary trait, seeking salvation like the Cranberries

Wrote Murder with Angela Lansbury often

Til' my biological clock stops and my casket falls

Each cell ticks like Boston basketball

C-arson was askin' y’all

Is Ras Kass the last to fall victim for wearin' no mask at all?

No gimmicks, just me bein' me

But you ain’t bendin' or offendin' me

'Cause anyways Hennessy used to be a better friend to me

But I had to stop drinkin' so many pints (Why?)

'Cuz the tendency to forget

It ain’t baseball, America’s favorite national pastime is white

Supremacy

Never seen a nigga granted clemency

My metaphors is meta-five

My styles go up in your raw dog little boy

You get fucked, like pedophiles

When it’s all said and done I’mma retire to an island in the Caymans

Enslavin' caucasians livin' off your mama’s life savings

I take it all in stride

Dennis Rodman’s laced to the side

This nigga glide, like Clyde

My hands was tied

Silent cries screamed genocide

When two-thirds of the planet died in the end

The end justifies the means

The end is power

(Power) Power corrupts -- absolute power corrupts absolutely

Young black man, let us begin (2X)