When I die, bury me butt naked and face down in the grass
So I can fuck the world while y’all kiss my ass
Ras Kass, “Bentleys & Bitches,” from Beatminerz Brace 4 Impak, 2001
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Fuck movin’ mountains, I move planets and leave you Earthless.
Terror Squad: the worst that hurt shit, split your universes.
MC’s they retreat cause they know I can beat ‘em,
And eat ’em in a battle and the ref won’t cheat ’em.
I’m the best takin’ out all rookies,
So forget Oreos…eat Cool J cookies.
I never fronted, you can get it if you want it…
Won’t say I’m the best, but I’m not that far from it.
I’m your idol, the highest title, Numero Uno,
I’m not a Puerto Rican, but I’m speakin so that you know,
And understand, I got the gift of speech,
And it’s a blessin, so listen to the lesson I preach…
Now what Clan you know with lines this ill?
Bust shots at Big Ben, like we got time to kill.
Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns,
As I crush so-called Willies, thugs, and rapper-dons.
I show more blind rage than Stevie Wonder and Ray Charles wrestling in a steel cage.
It’s a thin line between paper and hate,
Friends and snakes, nine millis and thirty-eights,
Hell or the pearly gates…I was destined to come,
Predicted, blame God, He blew breath in my lungs.
Went from most hated to the Champion God Flow,
I guess that’s a feelin’ only me and LeBron know.
The D’s for doin it all of the time.
M is for the rhymes, that are all mine,
C’s for cool, cool as can be,
And why you wear those glasses? So I can see!
The line between playing to win and sin is thin,
But I walk it with grace and I talk it with taste.
I am that raw, simply put, and I rest my case.
I gave birth to most of them MC’s…
So when it comes around to the month of May,
Send me your royalty check for Mother’s Day.
What’s the remedy? Suckaz better get their own identity,
And to the enemy, you better roll like there’s ten of me.
I won’t say I’m the baddest, or portray that role,
But I’m in the top 2, and my father’s gettin’ old.
Flawless victory, y’all niggas can’t do shit to me:
Physically, lyrically, hypothetically, realistically.
Watch out for the medallion, my diamonds are reckless,
Feels like a midget is hangin from my necklace!
Leave MC’s blind with amnesia;
Chop ‘em into salad, and my name ain’t Caesar.
I get physical, mystical, very artistical…
Giving party people something funky to listen to.