Rasco - Confederate Burning lyrics

[Casual] Ha, it's mad rock with Opio and Rasco Y'knahmean? Ha You must not-a followed my last instructions Now your little duck friend givin me suction I'm deadly, the UN'll have to bust in Like Cash got raps, of ma** destruction You whack - how you got the job? n***as soft like cotton swabs Dirty Garbage Pail Kid, n***a Rotton Rob Don't get shot and robbed In the city you doin Bin Laden job Plottin, been hot since the positive charge y'knahmean? Now I get high with no sedatives My innovation's my stimulation Can I give a demonstration? Hiero crew rock the nation From a disclosed location Straight out the basement, old Casual and Rasco Hold hip-hop hostage in a astro We have you surrounded... come out with your hands up (Police move!) [Rasco] Aiyyo, we in the lab Lookin for a reason to rush ya whole staff Call up the Gods, you n***as ain't hard I hit the yard with like 16 bars, ready to take charge Out the blocks I change the speed When I try to tap in n***as change the feed I switch, air-tight but I found your glitch Don't give a n***a sob stories when they pound your b**h I come off with the flows Only want those that come off the clothes bu*tery soft toes, earring in the nose, you dealin with pros Sometimes play the background, not feelin ya shows F'real, I might do it for a half a mill' Some brothers think they really have to k** This is only a drill, go home baby hone your sk**s While these n***as try to chrome they wheels It's like that y'all [Hook: Opio] And we ain't even finished yet We genuine legitimate Send it through the genelect Cain't f** with the confederate We genuine legitimate Send it through the genelect They we ain't even finished yet And cain't f** with the confederate [Opio] I don't hyper-ventilate, I get the high percentage rate My credentials, got live in every state To my mistress, we always sip cognac endless In the Pontiac, now you only smockin the Benz And got a BMW, from Bavaria He's in love with you, you should marry him She kickin wild fantasies about givin head to Vin Diesel In Fred Siegel dressin room until he beg please Shed a fin but I'm still light-skinned She can call me XXX, my intellect is extra-sensory I never got excommunicated to the penitentiary For execution propensity, for mega music The ultra-ultimate, revolutionary While the mirror image in inferior gentlemen Who couldn't bruise a cherry When I shoot from the roof it's the truth sincerely [Hook] - 1/2 *Roc Raida scratches* [Opio] X marks the spot, burn that sh** down to the ground y'knahmean? Roc Raida what's up baby, I see you Shake it up, shake it up, shake it up, yeah Put it down one time, Hieroglyphics man, spell it out So the world can see...