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Artist:	Ras Kass
Song Title:	Come Widdit
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We went all around the planet, pitchin, and no one hit it

I'm the first batter up Ahmad -- well then come widdit

All around the planet, pitchin, and no one hit it

I'm the first batter up Ahmad -- well then come widdit

Verse One: Ahmad

Well it's the niggerole that caught Foot Lock

cause the vibe keeps voxed in funk, makes you rock to the side

Gave it all I had, just to have what I got

Niggaz tryin to be bad, and they mad cuz they not

Gonna defeat the rapper who got three ways to sack a

Quarterback I slaughter wack MC's with ease

These nuts what you get and a busted lip

What you have when you come at me with buster shit

All that graf given driven so I musta hit

Bought a Jag, chillin on the Shore just to dip

Get it right, cause I get it, night in and night out

I'm butter, covering up wack MC's like White Out

Don't doubt it that they dissed me OK rap is overrated

Who hate it that a nigga from the West blew up and made it

And I'd braid it if I had it but for now I keep it balded

Niggaz tryin to touch to me better stop before they get scalded

I'm hot, like a skillet and grits, crush you to bits

When I look over the room, and then lower the boom, and

Think that they can defeat the man that can't be beat

I do the breaststroke clown while you drown in three feet

Beep beep like robots on Buck Rodgers plus I bust

25th century rhymes so you decline

To battle anytime had skills since I was nine

Dope lines the only weapon that I cock, I never drop

I stop clones cuz biting's never condoned

From the Westside 4th Avenue crew Jones

We went all around the planet, pitchin, and no one hit it

I'm the second batter Ras Kass -- well then come widdit

All around the planet, pitchin, and no one hit it

I'm the second... nah forget it

Verse Two: Ras Kass

My foramen magnum got 357 calibers

to bust a suckaz melon like Gallagher (pow)

Body chemistry consists of Hennessey, toxic melanin

with an adamantium skeleton like Wolverine

child, my heart pumps kerosene

Son I spit butane, burn any bastard you name till I die

And even when I'm maggots, I'ma still be fly

Perpetrator, you're not the one

Your name's not Anfernee Hardaway

I'm like a wolf with blood dripping down the fangs

My techniques foul enough to shoot the flagrant technical

I be comin off the head rougher then ribbed tip recepticles

Expect the exceptional syllables to be the next man's umbilical cord

Catch distortion, ras cancels kids like abortions

Sendin niggaz to hip hop hell, ock

Eternal damnation through writers block

I rock over the results of Reeboks and sands

stand ill, forget a live band just my mouth and hand

And even man wasn't prehensile

I'd still find ways to grip mikes, hold my tip when I piss

and pick off pubic lice

Cause see, I always been nice but first brothers slept

Now I've come back twice like Christ to resurrect the West

Check

We went all around the planet, pitchin, and no one hit it

I'm the third batter up, Saafir -- well then come widdit

All around the planet, pitchin, and no one hit it

I'm the third batter Saafir -- well then come widdit

Verse Three: Saafir the Saucee Nomad

Some spit it, but my saliva is liver

spit stenches drenches been intricated, flow braggarts

Act cynic thyroid thermia hypodermic

How I earn it squeezing juices, one-hundred

percent concentrated on easing nooses around the necks

of tricks, probably won't get this

Thick hottie body carberuator

I'm the un-priggish well cat led bredded-well ill verse my

will is ho gung for the fortune

Can spell hearse with the same Addams Family apple grapple hook

Crooked, flier I fly crooked

For the crew, Hobo Junction, in a few I'll plan

father soldier and when they're older I'll teach them off

Killings of confidence and to be omnipotent with content

Accomplishment for gladiation I'm done

With training of explaining as the crates in plan B

Attack instructs me to hit the yak

I'm here, on purpose

The Nomadic, addict, merchant

We went all around the planet, pitchin, and no one hit it

Well then come widdit

All around the planet, pitchin, and no one hit it

Well then come widdit

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