Rasco - Take it Back Home lyrics

"So step up if you wanna keep your rep up" [Phife] [Planet Asia] Focus hard, Yard intellect slang World wide recognition with the picture in frame Vocalist, quantum perfect movin motions melodic Over oceans, overdosing off the cultures of product Toastin this cut, react jazz cats be slappin gla**es Surrender to the method, yes I've kept it Yard Ma**ive status Avalanche rap clientele from ambushing We move quick wit new sh** to get the fans pushin From out the dynast of the School Yard camp We start gettin the microphone just like two large amps I'm tellin it, whenever I'm posted with endo to blow I aim at domes like Double-Oh-Seven, Nintendo 64 James Bond style, secret agent calm bomb threat Cali merchant, methodist keepin your pom-pom's set Up in the air like that, this be that black entertainment And now I got you flashin back on raps that I came with [Hook] "Wit swollen pockets, we gon' take it back home" [M.A.R.S.] 2x "So step up if you wanna keep your rep up" [Rasco] It be me, Ras the mic grand imperial Be k**in these MC's that pump wack material Bullsh**tin, bout to get their heads splitten, for real When I'm rollin ten steps head to field I the super dope master quotes Hit ya'll in throat, be lyrics of wide scope Go tell your friends, demand the vote These n***as playahatin, can't make Ras to go Now, we show em how we elevate From the gate, Asia plus the Ras, we frustrate Fantasize, we bringin it live, check the size Of brothers enterprise, we breakin out the sides Eyes scan the room, but this two man platoon All set to meet em at high noon Does set the blaze, lethal like the sun rays Six days a week to Sunday's now Chorus 2x [Planet Asia] From out the dynast of the Ma**ive ranks the Yard mad sarge Eight bars of ever-ready for you wannabe stars Lettin n***as know my purpose when it comes to the vibe Victoriously crushin careers that's three times my size Ceremonial Master, wit the Soul Father Ras Causin colonial disaster, lettin history pa** Through the trash era, stages of the game gotta change So Father Rasco, let these n***as know what's on your brain [Rasco] We smash ya'll, for bringin that small off the wall Idle chit-chat, we peelin yo' wig back Feel that, you got rhymes n***a, where your deal at? k**in folks, then where's your steel at? Perpetratin, like you the man, only got five fans Test me and get smacked with five hands Obey all commands, I execute the plans While ya'll still thinkin of ways to stack grands Five hundred thou, no sweat of the brow The sh** they did then, I'm doin it right now BLOAW, bustin these shots off the top The runaway train expressin it non-stop n***as ride coach, slow down for the approach And bring a long toast for gettin yo' eggs poached Even off the tone, top notch off the dome It's me and Planet As, we takin it back home Chorus 2x