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

It's been two years now it's 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 i'm still talkin the smack

For the lack of a better word, your style's 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

I'm never turning my back on those

Just because he got doe and like sixteen hoe's

I like myne's 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 ain't never came weak

These cats get deals and now they're too big to speak

The pipe's still springin the leak

But I can close that up,shut it off and have that *******t backed up

It's 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

It's 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

I'm tellin your ass that i'm out to make cash

And I'ma revoke your little hip-hop past

You can just save the little praisin acalades

I'm more concerned with my bills getting paid

I'm not in the game to try to brake my neck

My little babygirl can't eat your respect

And that's real and i don't care how you feel

Cause all of you cats is looking for the dollar bill

You just won't put it to tape i like keepin it straight

Let it be known from the god-damn gate

I don't have time to try to make ya'll think

And don't be mad at my forty inch link

Cause I work hard to get brand new *******t

Cause you and the man ain't 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 are the three cats that gave me the start

And that's the reason why i spit rhymes from the heart

[Chorus x4]

Yo! all the cats, talkin *******t,

Bring it on,it's 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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