Talking Smack

Ah,ah,ah,ha,ha,ah,yes son,
You are now rockin with the best
Straight from the west
Gunnin for the chest
Ey yo we gets tracks crackillin
C to the a 1,the grand imperial son
****** where you from, from the golden
Exactly how much money is you holdin
Is it yours?can you make everybody on the floor keep movin
Only runnin with the proven
What we like,never ****** with weak types
Its been two years now its time for me
And Planet As(Asia) to kick rhymes never showin the signs
Never gettin too old for this,sometimes we too cold for this
They light up then they roll to this
Just bring me a fifth of the yak
Give me a pad and a pen and then load the track and step back
You know im still talkin the smack
For the lack of a better word, your styles for the birds
We eat em up and spit em out
The type of ******s that you see in the show go home
And straight up forget about
Im never turning my back on those
Just because he got doe and like sixteen hoes
I like mynes sixteen bars bangin heavy and hard
I wip his ass in his own front yard
Sometimes i fold their card and then shuffle the deck
You fools better show some god-damn respect
I drop line for line and aint never came weak
These cats get deals and now theyre too big to speak
The pipes still springin the leak
But I can close that up,shut it off and have that *******t backed up
Its the c to the a,you know how we do
You lookin for us?bring your whole damn crew
[Chorus x2]
We can go line for line and track for track
We be keepin it underground and never came wack
You know we still talkin the smack
Its the c to the a you get your wig pushed back
[Verse 2: Rasco]
Ey yo,how many times I gotta spit these rhymes
You ******s still snotting on that ******* line
You must be puffin the dust to keep ****** with us
We bust back at the whole damn pack
Now this is dedicated to the ones that be all up on the internet
Talkin that trash you get smashed
Im tellin your ass that im out to make cash
And Ima revoke your little hip-hop past
You can just save the little praisin acalades
Im more concerned with my bills getting paid
Im not in the game to try to brake my neck
My little babygirl cant eat your respect
And thats real and i dont care how you feel
Cause all of you cats is looking for the dollar bill
You just wont put it to tape i like keepin it straight
Let it be known from the god-damn gate
I dont have time to try to make yall think
And dont be mad at my forty inch link
Cause I work hard to get brand new *******t
Cause you and the man aint gon give me *******t
This is the script that i quote from the throat
Some of the best rhymes a ****** ever wrote
Back on the scene with my man J.Green
Part of the team since he was like fifteen
Put it between your ears bang it all year
Those I lost I wish that you was all here
Peace to Plan.B,my ****** Careers,PP???
Those arethe three cats that gave me the start
And thats the reason why i spit rhymes from the heart
[Chorus x4]
Yo! all the cats, talkin *******t,
Bring it on,its 2000
Not havin that *******t,****** that
Yours truly...the Grand Imperial
Soul father Rasco
Cali Agent number one
Yo,427 on the track
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