Artist: Ras Kass, Phillie & Rock (Heltah Skeltah) Album: Terminal 3 Presents The Academy Song: Still No Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Ras Kass] The word of the day, is "no" Hahahaha Au contraire, mon frere I'm the man right 'chea, we don't fight fair We lyricists' nightmare, blood on my Nike Airs Spit "infinity and beyond" like I'm Buzz Lightyear Your gay and lesbian parade marches got cheered My bitch from {?} say I snore like bear Then I be in my lane - strikes fair Dare, I shout at Lil' Jon like "Yeah!" Me not on my A-game? Quite rare G'n Kimo you comin up shorter than your wife hair Smooth like Nair, I swear Eat your food easier, than fuckin bite tear "Underworld: Evolution" the white wear, wolf Pull your whole dome apart, Napoleon Bonaparte You Napoleon Dynamite I spit Chyna White, make sure your vagina tight Bitch niggaz [Chorus 2X: Rock] Do we care how real you say you is? "No" Do we really care how much you was makin for bricks? "No" Do we give a wiggy what about your ice and your whips if you can't spit? "Oh no" Especially when you lyin~! [Phillie] I speak chaos, turn the heat up like five-oh Rhyme quotes that lie in my throat, die slow Erratic, flip backwards Total opposite of what y'all bring, it's total dominance Confident, Wu Killer Bee regime Pay homage, it's the modern day kings I cloak with daggers, I hone disaster Project light, until the stained glass shatters Then, my enemies need God to say the least Want religion? Get real - I'm callin my Killah Priest You rugged, get covered in denim sheets If this is how they want it we swarm 'em with killer bees Inner sleeve, we cuttin like Tennessee And me, Vince Young, I get shit down Man this shit fun, feel like I'm in a theme park If dudes rhyme stupid then I'm a retard [Chorus] [Rock] E'ry nigga in the hood sellin for? Nope, she gun outblow y'all, just a metaphor Tongue-kissin her, you one of them niggaz huh? Walkin talkin rest haven for bum bitches (ahhh) You double-S A, "ass" backwards You say shit like - never mind, mad whack shit I split stack, crack it; I'm usually humble but my voice so bangin AutoTunes'd just fuck it up Boy don't hang with all them goons, you ain't one of 'em When times get rough enough, you become lunch for dem He straight food, {?} ruler take a number son We mack forward to your Force, Aqua Teen Hunger chumps Bunch of cartoon characters damn Plus the jeans chafe in the back of your legs them tight shits Extra +Clipse+, like +Pushin+ to your +Malice+ was prudent But you so BITCH, I'm almost embarrassed to use it - sucka! [Chorus]