Catch the Contact

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Ran Reed - Rap

Catch the Contact

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[Intro: Sample] Catch the contact, catch the contact... Catch the contact, catch the contact... Catch the contact, catch the contact... Catch the contact, catch the contact... [Verse 1] Now pay attention to what this nigga here's about to mention As I take you for a ride through a different type dimension Suspension is the key, free your mind, let the flavor soak in If you got some ism like that shit you start to smoke Now big up to my man Nick with the beats It's me and you, there's no replacement Droppin' funky shit down in this basement You know how I'm comin', I represent the raw smoke Niggas who provoke, fuck around, get your jaw broke It's the pretty boy, plot complexion curly nugget My style you dug it 'cause my shit is rough feelin' rugged Now I every time I turn around I spot a jealous demon Schemin', mad 'cause I ain't sniffin' and beamin' I guess they just jealous 'cause I won't stop till they level Catchin' fits 'cause I refuse to be a broken rebel You devil, I think it's wise that you give respect Now watch your back when you're walkin' off the stage My nigga Jeff he got the weapon I come to realize you're just a bluffer Jake So catch the contact while I make your ass suffocate [Chorus: Ran Reed & Sample] Catch the contact, catch the contact... Free your mind one time, inhale the funk smell I guarantee your ass will catch the contact Catch the contact, catch the contact... Free your mind one time, inhale the funk smell I guarantee your ass will catch the contact [Verse 2] But did you catch it? I tell you what kid No other motherfucker match it You blame to have a heart, I'ma snatch it nigga Stand back and just watch me misbehave a bit It's the Hitman, I makes the flavor shit A-yo, I bring it back to '86 when niggas used to kick that Real rugged shit, a-yo kid I won't forget that Watch out when you inhale 'cause I'm makin' brothas black out Now that I got a track out Bitches wanna stick they booty crack out But a-yo I ain't goin' that way My attitude is on the lay back and I'm flowin' that way A-yo kid I gets deep when I'm fuckin' with that ism Buddah, Heineken, that's the mechanism That sets the shit off in my brain I had to bag a ton now I'm goin' insane Four pose and pass Is how we swing the buddah back and fourth We vow giant blunts, smoke 'em down to a dwarf You source, I got a black boot for ya stinkin' Fill my gas tank and drive my shit straight to the bank and What you know about the shit I kicks when I kick it? Niggas get your crosses 'cause I'm wicked When I smoke the sess I get possessed like a demon Bitches stop schemin', I hit your ass off with some semen You can say another hit just landed I'm the fuckin' man, niggas just can't stand it Believe me when I tell you I pay dues indeed Motherfuckas sniffin' dope but I choose the weed A-yo kid I gots that shit that put your ass in a coma So pump this shit up while you're sniffin' the aroma [Chorus: Ran Reed & Sample] Catch the contact, catch the contact... Free your mind one time, inhale the funk smell I guarantee your ass will catch the contact Catch the contact, catch the contact... Free your mind one time, inhale the funk smell I guarantee your ass will catch the contact [Verse 3] I smoke the phat bag of [?] Now my head is spinnin', I'm grinnin' Thinkin' 'bout the crazy shit I've been in Thinkin' how the chicks didn't wanna mix 'Cause I was in the cold catchin' buses in my kicks Now you wanna give me action 'cause I'm the main attraction I give your ashes the small fraction Here's the finger bitch comin' from the funk bringer bitch Don' try to call me 'cause I'm turnin' off my ringer switch You're damn right, I'm gettin' new on motherfuckas Jealous ass jokers tried to play us out like we were suckas You fuckin' with danger if you ever tangle with a stranger Fuck around I might be your ranger Kid I'm gettin' busy like the buddah have you dizzy Bitches they be askin' ''Yo who is he?'' It's the Hitman and I'm comin with the fat off the raw shit So come and take a sniff from this raw shit [Chorus: Ran Reed & Sample] Catch the contact, catch the contact... Free your mind one time, inhale the funk smell I guarantee your ass will catch the contact Catch the contact, catch the contact... Free your mind one time, inhale the funk smell I guarantee your ass will catch the contact

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  • Ran Reed