Ras Ka** - Write Where I Left Off lyrics

[Verse 1: Ras Ka**] Deformed pretty boy, and momma said God don't like ugly Cool, Jehova's Witness won't bug me Nickname Anchor Man, all I got is "news" Pop new tags, knew I cop new shoes Dayton set to 22's, only thing used Is when Penelope Cruz Timex chic choose n***as thinking it's a wrap, the damage is done Ain't no fun when the rabbit got the gun Went from slave days, whips and chains To luxury whips, flat chains that hang Used to get lynched and hanged, now we hang on the block Do the dew, don't cop from cops n***as ball or ball, push blow to blow The nose knows, s**as just play the role Roll with players, gangsters prey on the weak Christians pray on the weekend, my flows is deep [Hook] ...And I might not have more cheddar than you (So I show off) Show I'm still better than you Amputate my hand (aim right at my left arm) Pen to the pen (now I'm right where I left off) (Wear what I left on) Own what I got I'mma stay on one plot till my plot Amputate my hand (and write with my left arm) Pen to the pen, now I'm right where I left off [Verse 2: Ras Ka**] D'EPMD gon' break up Cool, ain't no love in the fast lane Better pump your breaks, what Awake at my own wake, then I rose Holding a rose, right before they put me in the hole And even friends be foe Easy like Princess Di to die senseless Cause blood is the red dye that never rinses IRS fence fences, holmes they auction off homes J.D. pay your taxes if your goals to go gold I'm still Soul on Ice, just put ice on the sole Jew-els head to toe, and love getting head Tow two groupies on tour around the globe My name ring bells, cause I skip bail And spit Poison like DeVo Biv Bell And if you're not black, go figure Pronounced dead in the E.R. for pronouncing the "-er" in the word "n***a" [Hook] [Verse 3: Ras Ka**] Verbal Kent, heir to the throne Con Air when I fly, dress fly when I'm FLOWN Once flew with the flu, hail from the "L" Tell freaky tales of females with black tail Black male, these the sounds of blackmail And extortion, need a pice of the pie, my Porsche and a portion Do the math; HRSMN! Corrupt priests who sell cannabis for a**ets and properties Pro clubs, rock proper tees Proper dime piece a** set next to me like "Hi" I'm like "Hey what up" she like "Hey" And like to get high, by the way This thick lesbian bi, she wanna smoke if I buy I don't trick, beat it b**h, I'm like "bye" When I spell, man, school b**hes like Spelman Hypnotic, I'm under a spell, man