Cokelines - Ras Kass, Agallah

Nigga you still my Stan, mad he can’t fade us

So you should hang yourself like Tyler the Creator

Life ain’t fair: a saint gets aborted

A serial killer is born, evil gets rewarded

Dear Lord, ya’ll vision is distorted

And I wanna save the World but my budget can’t afford it

But I deserve that gwap like Kanye and Curtis

A Mayweather life before I lay in riggormortis

43−0 on the mic retire perfect

Couple new niggas hot now they claiming he the furnace?!

They ask if Ras could spit on the sun and burn it

Is Sandusky guilty?

You already know the verdict

Yeah!

im in the club poppin bottles of Moet

With a Magic Johnson portable AIDS test

Staring up this dames dress, but I dont mean no harm

Amino acid ratchet rap rapid fire bars

Life is like sniffing up a coke line

Ayo Listen, life is like sniffing up a coke line

Took a scripture out of the Bible and I wrote mine

I’m so prolific like a prophet when I quote lines

Barmageddon with bars, Scarface the world is mine

Dollar bills I’mma burn it, the System I overturn it

New government is emerging, ya’ll doin alot of splurging

Its like I’m fucking a virgin, no, my dick is determined

I’m spitting verbal vermin, hate rats like Mark Furman

This gargoyle rap music make you wanna act stupid

Ignorant son of a bitch — fuck Rap Music!

Whites doing black music, blacks doing white music

We can all get along and make Fight Music

I live this shit, I dont even like music

Rather do a heist to it silence the lambs

Most niggas in my hood is dying ofr grams

Me and Ras set up shop

I came with the pot

Cooked it on the stove top

Til it formed to a rock

Tell Shorty hit the block

We about to get the gwap

Dont talk to the cops

Respect me like your Pops

Me and Ag set up shop

He came with the pot

Cooked it on the stove top

Til it formed to a rock

Tell Shorty hit the block

We about to get the gwap

Dont talk to the cops

Respect me like your Pops