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The End by RZA and Ras Kassالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

The End by RZA and Ras Kass

featuring RZA

My puglistic linguistic rapping

is a mixture of slug 'em in

Slug '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 pitch

...... sons

Those who burn hurt turn nuns

I be jumpin' through the flame

With the name B.O.B.B.Y.

Makin' 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 ... 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, ...... the elevators

Escape the projects, livin' inside the skyscraper

Fuck that I'm takin' back the forty acres

...... nature

(Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby)

[Ras Kass]

(Huh)

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

At first she protested

But only the seventh son of ... 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

We sell tix like Boston basketball

see-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?)

'cause 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 ... little boy, you get fucked, like pedophiles

When it's all said and done I'ma retire to an island in the Caymans

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

I take it all in stride

Dennis Rodmans 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)

Writer : ROBERT DIGGS JR., JOHN AUSTIN, OSTEN HARVEY
Copyright : Lyrics © UNIVERSAL MUSIC-CAREERS