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Ras Kass - Soul On Ice
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ras Kass
Ras Kass
Performer
Gypsy
Gypsy
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Austin
John Austin
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lamont "Bird" Holbdy
Lamont "Bird" Holbdy
Producer
Michael Noah Schlesinger
Michael Noah Schlesinger
Producer

Lyrics

I was told two wrongs don't make a right, but three rights make a left Act your age not your color, but I'd rather act darker Mark a page with mazes of labyrinth Fuck up a rhyme so bad, I leave the microphone abstinent To MC or not to MC? Beyond B.E.T. and MTV exists me Origin, 'cause God created man, and man created Hip Hop I declined to participate until I was orientated I heard 50 thousand drivebys and 49,999 was lies No surprise, as the sun rises, thine eyes have seen the light But we stalk the night, I expose like an overbite In limbo, I lamp, rape the lady kill the tramp The wrong action for the right motive, so now Give me 50 thousand black angry role models Take me to DC, I'll throw the first fuckin' bottle 'Cause I don't give a fuck about a menial existence And I don't give a fuck about nonviolent resistance Civil rights will not suffice In the name of Jesus Christ, they got my soul on ice Soul on ice, soul on ice, soul on ice, soul on ice, soul on ice Soul on ice, soul on ice, soul on ice, soul on ice, soul on ice Soul on ice, soul on ice, soul on ice, soul on ice, soul on ice Soul on ice, soul on ice, soul on ice, soul on ice, soul on ice Soul on ice, soul on ice, soul on ice, soul on ice, soul on ice Walkin' on skulls 'cause I'm two steps ahead So I started at square three, now I'm Cubed like O'Shea Jackson be Subzero catching fatalities to my spirituality Smoke like a chimney, drink like a Kennedy, still no remedy Fuck shooting a fair one 'Cause open cuts from fuckin' some nigga up Can lead to contracting HIV positivity You never know who got traits of femininity (What a gwan?) Pussy wool blood clot And deal with the bullshit batty-boy business fi' dat You play the villain There will be another soundboy killin' Benadryl pumps through my adrenaline Feelin' my raps weight, I track Heavy like Tony Dofat Hip Hop is two percent milk but mostly no fat And most MC's ain't prepared So what I say goes over your head like pubic hair In 1999 (flip the script) triple six One world government, "Novus Ordo Seclorum" Check your dead president, represented on the one dollar bill And if Clinton was the answer, it was a stupid question My soul's on ice, baby Soul on ice, soul on ice, soul on ice, soul on ice, soul on ice Soul on ice, soul on ice, soul on ice, soul on ice, soul on ice Soul on ice, soul on ice, soul on ice, soul on ice, soul on ice Soul on ice, soul on ice, soul on ice, soul on ice, soul on ice Soul on ice, soul on ice, soul on ice, soul on ice, soul on ice Soul on ice, soul on ice, soul on ice, soul on ice, soul on ice Soul on ice, soul on ice, soul on ice, soul on ice, soul on ice
Writer(s): John R Austin, Hampton Hawes, Lamont Holbdy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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