Talk Greazy

Album cover art for "Talk Greazy" by Ras Kass & InDJnous & A-F-R-O

Ras Kass & InDJnous & A-F-R-O - Rap

Talk Greazy

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[Chorus: inDJnous] [Ras Kass] I'm Wesley Snipes dark, the mind of Carl Marx I transform on mic's without the all-spark I pull a nigga card like Hallmark Cause they all marks, calling other niggas to March like Al Sharp When I spit it's all thought, (putw!), I cough shots (coughs) And these porcupine quills protect my soft heart Trying to put 22's on a golf cart And drive to Hogwarts, spit it like mouthwash T-Bag a real mean bitch Money shot her in the eye, Seal Team Six I come before everything like a prefix And if I wave at haters, do they get sea sick? Slave name European, eyes look Korean City with no snow but the club go skiing Tats worn porn stars you can win your AD in? Resurrection out of your flesh like Alien Tres Bien - for you to graduate the grade we in The force Awakens spin, don't hate a nigga cause we win Black Patton leather, Force Ones to Kylo Ren's MC Ren mixed with Hyro when I go in [Chorus: inDJnous] [A-F-R-O] You cannot blast past Ras Kass, wrath attack Black man watch the OG Ras snatch ya snap-back You lack the man in you, contract the animal Combat is flammable, jobs snatched in avenue Views barely nothin', nigga I will shoot scary snuffin' niggas For a Blueberry muffin, nigga Soft as a bakery standing, blatantly off with the pastry scamming Anger in me 'cause a car bomb off with the nature expanding Made with the Lantern Ancient ages of pages, stages are dancing Fake bitches hate romancing, take advantage Hate states the laughter Bitch, I'ma kill you, your boy, your dog - And your grandma for askin' Pop Tart chart rappers, thought to block answers The Yakuza Mob starts clapping That I sought after all the wrong rappers Rappers like on-star car chatters No flow substance Ugly niggas with a fat hoe stomach Propane sealed, cocaine deals, the whole chain feels Like coated grown pain steel, known to stay real And keep silent with the OG's, the streets find a cold sleep With the finest roses aligned in FRO's speech Niggas grow cold feet - real MC's Make a sugar-coated nigga turn whole wheat! [Chorus: inDJnous]

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