[Intro: Ras Kass]
I’m barring anything
Fuck I’m just
Barring n***as

[Verse 1: Ras Kass]
Yeah
They saying Razzy trending up again
Never fell off just the industry ain’t wanna fuck with him
So I ain’t fuck with them, bars like I fuck with gym
I got my weight up now I’m picking supplements
High top vans last summer I ain’t fuck with them
Usually see “Chk-Chk” on my belt buckles then
If you make money to get pussy then you ain’t hustling
That’s called Trickin’ captain stop handcuffing them
Bring home the bacon break bread with cheese
You egg McMuffin men, see the MacGuffin is
You’re told to get a degree to find a good job
When the goal is to live self sufficient look God
My group and I X9 on the shooting range target
NRA afraid of black n***as becoming a Marksman
Matter of fact why the silhouette always dark skin?
Invert the color shoot wide with my Glock 10mm
Leave you missing a limb, like I miss the old Lil’ Kim
Before the plastic surgery
Mother fucker I spit committing adultery
I’m the shit get rich won’t die till I live comfortably

[Verse 2: Canibus]
Underneath the full Moon he took half a shroom
Woke up quarter after 12 the next afternoon
Went straight to key pad zoom grabbed the next tomb
This is my world, you Mel Gibson looking for fuel
He joined a group in the room through zoom
He was apparently preparing a pot of moose head soup
It was gross, he lost at least half the room
So I pumped up the volume as he continued
He said they exhumed the body, recovered the Infinity Stone
But came to find out it was a duplicate copy
Damn that sucks to be you, papi, I’m not the illest
I don’t take it personal even though it hurts my feelings
They call me Captain Double Action
I practice from Nebraska to Alaska, JTF fast company extraction
A troubled nomad with cold steel romance
Let’s dance outdoors near this rusty old ranch
The crusty old man with pus scabs all over his hands
Your weapons jam he gon' bust your ass
Hey yo, I used to sell those champ for charley horse elbow cramps
The company folded then got revamped
I got the same hardware Captain Nemo used
Upgraded with super sonic torpedo tubes
I got a backup supply line that starts with rhymes
The countdown coincides with the bounce down, it’s time
High spec, low tech or low spec, high tech
Mix it up n***a, it’s something they won’t expect
Scorched Earth torch work start with your front porch first
I hope both your grandparents at work
I’m that pit bull terrier chewing on your blood brain barrier
Nothing in the world could be scarier
Immunostimulation, what are the implications?
Who cares? We going on vacation
[Verse 3: Dbait]
I don’t know why ya’ll taking like for granted
Get the mic and hand it to the veteran rhyming masters
All they write is copy damn it copycat shit
I’m taking over roger that bitch copy that shit
You be jocking every time I rap bitch I chase cash quick
Could give a fuck bout diss tracks bitch
They be talking like I’m popping acid, yeah I am bitch
And I’m bout to fucking go HAM sandwich
Base head your flow ain’t crack bitch
I be coming with the savage tactics
I be spitting battery acid
You be trying to get reactions from the masses
But cat the fact is all you do is kiss ass shit
Y’all should get a Oscar for ya’ll acting
So much passion
When ya’ll thought that moms and pops would cop a casket
What you got i’m smoking that shit give me that quick
I’ma smoke what ya’ll smoking on and take mad hits
Dawg you must be on a bad trip lots of baggage
And you got bags under your eyes bitch I’m packing
Got a couple hundred rounds bitch I just cap them
And their captain bitch that’s what you get for cappin’
Dawg just get a bag of aspirin eat your cabbage
You fuckin’ cabbage patch kid
You ain’t smacking smack bitch
You must be on smack kid
Talking all that smack bitch
Your jokes is real rich oh that’s what you meant by mad rich?
Trying to take my bitch from me but I took her hand in marriage
That’s a fact married to the game that’s it