F**k What You Heard

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ok Mr. Backpack, in 5...4...3...2...) Good evening, Wally Backpack here for station 0-Hip-Hop-Hater-News-W4D-Deuce In todays news, Keida Brewer aka Rasco and Jason Green aka Planet Asia, collectively known as the Cali Agents, have been said to be leaving the underground scene for more commercial tactics We took our camera crew down to their Oakland studio to see if the rumors were true and this is what went down [Verse 1: Planet Asia] We be rocking raps on tracks Copy back like gats I'm off safety Running, gunning you down, it's Cali Agent number two Turn off the lights and meet your world class wrecking crew Poetical professionals be standing right next to you Straight up and down, all you cats can kiss my ass 'Cause this is how you get cash Giving niggas whiplash as I flip past Another nasty ass verse on the joint It's Planet Asia once again, fuck all that wack shit From the raps I spit, fat shit In the zone, this that shit that make my niggas do backflips The level that we taking this rap shit To heights never mastered before And ain't no breaking my score So recognize the official After I leave my initials, I got issues And it's about time I issue Ass beatings and bloody tissue With a sharp instinct to in sync On ninety percent of emcees that don't think That I can hold it down Nah fuck that, I holds it down Control the sound bombing emcee's like Colin Powell The golden child, fowl on the prowl Like Jack the Ripper murdering Emcee's late night with stolen styles Straight up, you faggots ain't nothing to be afraid of Y'all cowards don't wanna battle 'cause you're scared to get ate up Straight up flows is what the play back shows I'm on seasonal, two inch will [?] It really doesn't make a difference as long as the shit is cranking and fresh I'm on the mic until my breath starts stanking And that's my word Emcee's just get served Every time we touch a nerve Nigga, fuck what ya heard [Hook: Planet Asia] Fuck what ya heard Fuck what ya heard That's my word Emcee's just get served Every time we touch a nerve Nigga, fuck what ya heard Fuck what ya heard Fuck what ya heard And that's my word Emcee's just get served Every time we touch a nerve Nigga, fuck what ya heard [Verse 2: Rasco] I come back making the dough rise in the bread And bust back whenever cats rush my spread I spits lead like hot guns for the funds Be up at the plate looking to score more runs It's me and my man, the bleedy eyes on blast And who was the fools that put these niggas on last? You cats knew they couldn't touch my crew Screaming they large and only standing five two Talking about you got clouts and the fans Running your op without bonafide plans See Ras and Asia effect all emcees And this is the shit you niggas call LP's Nothing but weak shit, your screws ain't tight You fools can challenge us and lose that fight Nothing but tight shows begin into the flows Get ready to saddle up with major league pros Let it be known we get it on with the best Ain't even a need to try to deal with the rest Right at the vest I blast top notch heat These internet heads ain't never been to the streets Do what I do and then speak your mind You fucking with us at like the wrong damn time You upset because these rhymes come straight Your run on the scene was like a whole year late Straight to the tape I skate sharp and precise I don't wanna brag but this shit sounds nice I flip the bird and give the last word You cats can get served Nigga, fuck what you heard [Outro] Well, well, well gentlemen. That's great and all but I have a few questions for you What about the backpackers? What about unground tapes? What about the fans that come to your shows and just stare at you? What about skateboards and Top Ramen? I mean, aren't we losing our values here? Aren't you forgetting about where you come from? I mean it's like your selling out I mean look at you, you have new clothes You have chains, medallions You know what? I bet you even have money (Punching) (Fuck this herb)