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Ras Kass & Smif-N-Wessun

42

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Hip-Hop/Rap

42 was released on October 3, 2025 by Soulspazm // Ras Kass as a part of the album 42 - Single

Song Details

Album42 - Single

Release DateOctober 3, 2025

LabelSoulspazm // Ras Kass

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM89

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Ras Kass

Performer

Smif-N-Wessun

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

John R Austin II

John R Austin II

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Amadeus360

Producer

Lyrics

Ima pull this whole motherfucking map—

Across, all the way east, ****—

And make it Brooklyn, California.

Tek and Steele, what up?

We long overdue, my ****...Inshallah !

RAS KASS

Put that on something that's on mamas.

BK-LA like Go Dodgers!

42 shots from the llama.

Jack-y

We Robbin’ Son for your dollars.

TEK

I'm trying to add commas and multiply figures.

Save them games y’all playing for them little ****.

(Stop playing with me, ****).

It’s crunch time when I get to it. (When I get to it)

War Scars show you how I been through it.

(How I been through it)

My cloth is different— And my talk too.

So if it’s “Fuck me,” then it’s “Fuck you.”

Fuck you, ****.

Militant-minded, razor-sharp like a barber lined it.

I got it how I got it ‘cause I grinded.

That bullshit offer? I declined it.

(Nah!).

That’s insulting to a **** that’s important.

(Word).

You must be vein-hunting or line-snorting.

You fucking with a general that got stripes.

Got stripes.

A short **** with a long pipe—

(Boom. Boom).

A decade in the field with Ras overdue.

(Word). 42 reppin’ on that Dodger blue.

HOOK:

**** ain’t like me.

I got a clip full of crocodile teeth.

Big shotguns sliding down the street.

Pointing at anything sliding all weak.

We killin them what we eat.

**** ain’t like me.

I got a clip full of crocodile teeth.

Big shotguns sliding down the street.

Pointing at anything sliding all weak.

We killin them what we eat.

RAS KASS:

In the middle of the chaos with the savages.

Do a drive-by on a Central Park horse and carriages.

Kill more kids than miscarriages.

Rock balaclavas in Paris fashion week—terrorists.

My heritage great—straight facts.

Stop spending money in places that hate Blacks.

Shopping duty-free don’t pay tax.

And every feature? I deserve at least 8 Rack$.

My swan song—ugly duckling of the industry,

‘Cause I’m the genius your favorite rapper pretends to be.

Thugs clubbing, you Trap for bottles of Hennessy.

Overpriced—we cop chilled Tito’s over the ice.

Bottle girl into cross-fitting, healthy eating.

Told her this vodka made from potato—bitch, we vegan!

Beat chicks over the head like Negan.

I beat Peter & Peter so I’m Repeating at getting even!!

HOOK:

**** ain’t like me.

I got a clip full of crocodile teeth.

Big shotguns sliding down the street.

Pointing at anything sliding all weak.

We killin what we eat.

**** ain’t like me. Like me.

I got a clip full of crocodile teeth.

Big shotguns sliding down the street—yeah.

Pointing at anything sliding all weak—yeah.

We killin what we eat.

STEELE

General..

Yeah, Brooklyn ****—we don’t like to smile.

In the swamps with the gators and the crocodiles.

Lock it down, Rock & Ruckus—I’m a problem child.

Gangnam style—bong-bong, buck them down. Boom.

The Moon Black, get boomed if your tune

whack. True facts.

Nino Brown in the city of New Jack.

New Jack.

No dry snitching. No set tripping. 10 toes

On Sean Price—my sword slice. Kimbo.

O-Dog, Larenz Tate - been great.

It’s like a jungle outside, ****—been apes.

Yeah.

Playing on the monkey bars,

Trying to get to that top level—Donkey Kong.

I’m from the slums where the junkies from.

My young guns banging them drums—rump pa

pum pum. (Rum-pa-pum).

Get caught slumbering in the wilderness. Bucktown

home—where the villains and gorillas live.

HOOK (Final)

**** ain’t like me.

I got a clip full of crocodile teeth.

Big shotguns sliding down the street.

Pointing at anything sliding all weak.

We killing what we eat.

**** ain’t like me.

I got a clip full of crocodile teeth.

Big shotguns sliding down the street.

Pointing at anything sliding all weak.

We killing what we eat.

Written by: John R Austin II

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