The Unassisted

Ha, ha ha ha ha Back again, ha, ha ha ha ha Rasco, solo, Fanatik, check it Yo, it's flipside and Rasco here to let 'em know If niggas don't cooperate gotta let 'em go Get in the race and stop runnin' at a snails' pace And sour milk has left my mouth wit' a bitter taste They shot callin', black ballin' 'til the last sec No other choice but to cut these niggas last check Give me respect 'cuz I've been comin' up these last years The only car on the road flossin' nine gears 'Cuz I arrive and overdrive, set to rip it live And I'll be rippin' this shit when I'm fifty-five Dead stinkin', Abe Lincoln, nigga what you thinking'? You better smoke another blunt and continue drinkin' A cloudy brain, train tracks, but there's no train And now you watch me skyrocket in my own plane Never the same and nobody else can do it better Three to the third is the word, got the triple-header So you better, get yo ass a sweater Breakin' these fools down to the last letter Whatever...that you clowns wanna do Make sure that you got the Superdome crew Chorus: The unassisted, it's the unassisted Rasco's on the mic, it's the unassisted You blacklisted, yo, it's the unassisted Rasco's on the mic, it's the unassisted So what's next? Not these emcees that's totin' text Glitz and gram better scram down his ???? That style's played and more washed up than Cascade And it's been years since I broke out my last fade The bald-headed, non-dreded, get that ass wetted These brothers flashed on the Ras but I didn't sweat it Remain calm, rippin' mics every single night I'm on the scene, makin' green 'cuz the single's tight Fuck you fools that's believing' in your own hype 'Cuz I'm the type that be servin' up the long pipe I smell a scent, gettin' bent, pockets full of lint You think you large 'cuz these people gave you fine print? But magazines ain't the thing, nigga, get it straight Bringin' them styles that got 'em hooked on like fish bait You show me how, now it's wild, where my niggas at? But when you step up to the plate better bring it fat Chorus Mass produced, I got juice microphone skill Me and my man Big Rob 'bout to seal deals Run of the mill, dime a dozen 'cuz you wack, cousin Whose reviews? Better cut me some slack, cousin Playin' me close, heads is flown at the flagpost At half-staff you done stepped on the wrong path You hear the whistle of the missile comin' full speed It's hip hop, to the core I'm the full breed What's the reason all these fools wanna flash out? Sick of the drama, now it's time to get my ass out Layin' it down nice and clean on these white sheets And quick to break a nigga down over fat beats Better retreat 'cuz I'm comin' wit' the cavalry Only intent is just to increase the salary These dollar signs in my mind, gotta drop a rhyme Ready to shine, baby, this year's prime time So what I'm sayin', won't be no delayin' Better head the word, nigga, I don't be playin' So start prayin' like you lookin' for a miracle Me with no lyrics, baby, that there's hysterical Chorus(x2) 2nd Ending:Rasco's on the mic, don't get it twisted Scratched:"I would say he's nice. Every cut he makes is so precise." -MC Shan