Scar Tissue

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Ras Kass] Write a dope bar, then write another bar Make sure it go hard, then write fourteen more To the hook, you make it seem easier than it look Blood, sweat and tears, an icon twenty years They tell me I don't age, I told 'em it's the hunger pains And hip hop is The Hunger Games, but this ain't struggle rap This my love of that boom bap that let me travel the world and double back You whack and only rap about the fuckin' trap Went from overnight star to makin' snow angels on your fuckin' back Doin' horizontal jumping jacks, flashin' teeth and trucker hats Used to be cool, humble, slightly, nigga intimidated and now you don't like me I can’t bear me selling my soul, ninety All my publishing, I do the write thing, Spike Lee Yo! Body spray, how I tuck an axe Gemstar, front to back, lookin' like fuckin' tracks Death by a thousand cuts, you under attack I get up in the track, come back with nothin' but crack [Chorus: Ras Kass] Life gon' get you, war stories and scar tissue Yeah! Hit back if they hit you All wounds heal but pain leaves scar tissue [Verse 2: Treach] A critic cruncher, a six-figure nigga hunter The one you call when you boss say, nigga, get a gunner Colossal apostle, keep a fully loaded Roscoe First you hostile, now fossils in the back of Costco Cookin' crisco, floatin' in the bay, Frisco Done by the psycho sicko, let the rifle wiggle Dress dapper, best rapper, let's rassle Known by NASA, slap asteroids out of assholes Here's some fearsome, hundred round drum near your eardrum Ears pierced, bullet armor piercin', that's just karma, listen, while these carats glisten No witnesses, your honor, all the cameras missin' Ain't carin' either, I'm just sharin' reefer Darin' people while starin' with a pair of heaters Bar issue, let the solar car hit you This dog who bit you against the scar tissue [Chorus: Ras Kass] Life gon' get you, war stories and scar tissue Yeah! Hit back if they hit you All wounds heal but pain leaves scar tissue [Verse 3: Wais P] Sometimes I feel the game stole my view So I get back by throwin' grenades straight from the booth It's okay, I've been platinum and I ain't talkin' 'bout rappin' I'm talkin' 'bout pimpin' and gun action I'm so gifted, I predicted, I will dump on you 'til your soul separates and it's lifted I'm scarred, I left my heart in the yard when I was stuck behind bars, now I want smoke with all of y'all (all of y'all) I'm used to Balencis and Fendis but I'ma rock an army fatigue suit burnin' a Benzie And God sent me to release the plague And get rid of you lames, so let it fly, nigga, get the fade Wais P, body 'em hoes in my audience Plus players and killer scam artists with the Cartiers I pop food, you drink it, Bacardi air I'm in every hood and I'm good, nigga, you hardly there [Outro: Ross Kass] Goofy wanna play, turn Jussie Smollett! Yeah, all you Jussie Smollett-ass niggas! Lying-ass niggas! This shit harder than it looks, man! Gives a fuck if you a D-Boy or a B-Boy! You'll get destroyed or you'll catch some keloids!