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Rasco - Sophisticated Mic Pros lyrics
Welcome to the surplus My rhymes underneath the surface Time to bring it to the light right Despite what you thought you heard I be hearing other words going around Fuck these clowns Ran from my 9 to 5 Still plan to keep it live all day Can't see it any other way It's time for me to execute Maybe be the next to shoot Blow out your dome get gone Looking at me sideways They might find you in your driveway Or some remote highway I do it my way Never convert to yours Hate you motherfuckers time to settle the score Full court press we stress Then open up your chest, shatter the cage No 12 gauge We super deluxe and worth 6-digit bucks We rockin them jams about 2000 plus, what [CHORUS] x2 We flip these while you niggas flip those The dopest MC's that got the sickest type flows We blowin their domes whenever we rock the shows We up in they face sophisticated mic pros Now who can you trust to keep hiphop alive With classical shit since 1995 While niggas insist they #1 on the list I hit em with this and put they minds in a twist We gettin the gist we got the hand with the plan The illest MC to ever come from San Fran Money and grands you better watch the quick hand Your money can drop like it was fertile quicksand You seein a man who had a choice with a voice Be speakin it loud now everybody wanna crowd But nevertheless the best man on the mic You try to recite but can't get the lines right We comin tonight droppin grenades on parades When I don't get paid I leave the whole block sprayed No further delays about a thou for the show Be up in their face sophisticated mic pros, what [CHORUS] x2 Yo we three steps ahead of y'all You niggas thought that I was scared a y'all You niggas need the Geritol The Rookie of the Year is clear Maybe better yet the vet regrets that ain't settled in yet But none of y'all could pose a threat I pump fear in the vein remain the same Go against the grain Keep it straight ahead so spread I be goin for they head takin they neck Takin my respect Let me think back and reflect and reminisce over this beat While y'all be runnin in the streets Knowin that you can't compete I fly with the whole fleet bringin the heat Watchin y'all cheat This game wasn't made for kids We get rid of the weak rhymes So when it's time to speak mine I got about a thousand flows No time for the hoes who know sophisticated mic pros [CHORUS] x2 Understand this Grand imperial Soulfather Rasco You know it Peace to Planet Asia Cali Agents Nigga Believe that 99 to 2 Thou |
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