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(Evil Dee) Word up - R A - on!
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(RA) We not like you MC's
(Adolf) Riding props
(RA) I'll be in this rap shit till my fucking stops
(Adolf) We not like you other
(RA) fake props
(Adolf) hard but you front in front of the cops

(Adolf)
Karate flick co-starring, and
Me and you street sparring, yo son what about
I'm in the mansion sipping Dom with Wong Hong Kong
We smoking fucking out the bong
You telling me Adolf the Assassinator 'you the
Don nigga, that's that old funny shit
Yo we got the information yo where the kid
Fucking up ya like the mob
I'm on my job, yo Brooklyn New York heart throb
Knock you out till fucking face blob
Adolf the Assassinator - yo kid we
Yo smack you on some lard
Yo kid - Yo niggas is you god!
Yo I know what it is like clap and flash and shaft
Sit wit my niggas, smoke weed, watch a video and laugh
Yo smacking bitches on the ass, yo weed to pass?
That's the next question - the next -
it's where rhyme profession
Sinking the drain - yo fuck his name, fuck the game
the Assassinator shooting like the flamethrower
Yo God, split the seas like Noah - or should I say
Everything is not dandelions and roses
Supposed to fold us - chose us to rock us
the - stop us - see our dime droppers
Niggas with the shit poppers, I'm on some high school
through the fucking hall ripping open niggas lockers
Seeing if they stole my
Yo kid I'm giving niggas one more - one more time to enhance
Yo kid I a glance of a cat trying to steal my rap
All them deserve is a smack
Adolf the - I dont like
You a baby need to feed - Yo god, how about that?
I seen you doubt that RAW that
Yo the - how you being to me
Yo you need to wake up the coffee

(RA)We not like you MC's
(Adolf)Riding fake
(RA)I'll be in rap shit till my fuckin heart stops

(RA The Man)
we complain daily- cursed with all types of bad lucks
It's sense - "Everybody life sucks!"
Dont you know that, I this - My whole life
The anglo-saxon, caucasian, - the no money broke life
The cup holders, street corners
Constantly over you shoulders
It's official; we dirty, crusty death do us, or does us
It's a shame nobody love us
understand this Rugged man be who the man is -
I'm trying to piss on white bitches tryin to act like spanish
My two fists light you, if I you, I bite you
Mike Tyson, we street-fighting
The money, pussy, plus the glamour - of it's exciting
I'm sick of living, I stay make me wanna give in (echoes 3x)
I'm not gonna be able to do this shit -
Suffolk County that's the we live
Exit 6-2 crazy ass kids
Vinny Baretta Human Beatbox Bum - who be the sickest - sicker
clicks thick but mines thicker
I rock wit ya - who iller - you place
Got big whip the dick out - fuck you in your face
The - the rap leader
The lack of dreamer
The 450 lb fat ass-eater
Yo ask MC if he seen her
I need a freak Adina
Yo bring the heater
They biting like mosquita
But them I stay creeping
Which wanna get they pussy eaten?
Super-freak
I went to school on the minibus
Cant trust us- bust us- who us?
Adolf Agallah - R-A The Man

(RA) We not you other MC's
(Adolf) Riding props
(RA) I'll be in this rap shit till my fucking heart
(Adolf) We not like you other
(RA) Riding props
(Adolf) Yo hard but you front in front of the cops

(Evil Dee)
Word up- what I'm sayin
Dee in your area
If you listening on cassette,you better turn that over
If you listening to cd,let that mu-fucka
Cause we going on to the side