Rasco - Who Think Our Style Is Fresh lyrics

[Verse One: Rasco] Ayo fresh out the cut, we armed with bombs Cali A the tag team, still for the cream Planet A to the soul, man you n***as know the rest The best at putting minds to the press Hit y'all with 20 or more What these other cats spitting it for? Better quit, I still spit ridiculous sh** Over beats I be running over tracks I double back and smack through the cracks of the wax My hands is looking for grands Nothing but concrete plans in the mind This combo is one of kind Once in your lifetime will you ever see (What?) A better breed of MC Stepping to us can cause a whole lot of fuss We ready to bust y'all, I couldn't trust y'all Me and my man be at the joint on point all day Entering the extra dark hallway Find me chilling at the crib with the kid Y'all be running on that 0 and 10 skid Peace to Wildchild and my n***a Madlib Rasco the n***a with the illest adlibs [Hook] {x2} Now who think the style is fresh? Man you running with the best Express and bless straight from the west Hit y'all with double the dose Man you couldn't come close We plan to run the whole damn coast [Verse Two: Planet Asia] It's like magic how we make sh** crack Cali Agents on some hungry sh** Boom bap and battling raps You can't forget the scratch With forty deuce throat cutting like slash We in the lab but we ain't wrote nothing And we on something All you can say is we all rhymes But the fact is these cats only think small time Ayo building on these tracks like blocks Full of stock, ghetto warfare, prepare for ammunition pon cok Once rhymes ricochet across the globe In an example precise Negotiating life lines in the verse Let off some sh** I'm quick on the draw To bust like dick in ya jaw Anything to make my competition fall for the trap Cali Agents all over the map You know the steez, most of my shirts match my fisherman hats One, two yo This is just preparation For my bredren get him locked down in the stations I shall blaze one Light one, save none No fronting, end the circumference of who the Agents Strike first Windpipes or mic thirst, my verse can your star burst the Earth We getting down under the surf' Thought we were phony? We don't just conceal it we reveal it So we slapping you in your face just to make sure y'all people feel it Thought we were phony? We don't just conceal it we reveal it So we slapping you in your face just to make sure y'all people feel it [Hook] [Verse Three: Rasco] Ayo Ras' be the man yo Coming with a lot of ammo to shoot Rhyme for the loot Pull y'all from under the roof You a full time substitute I teach then try to reach The ma**es and if I not I rip out they a**es For trying to skip the Cali Agents rap cla**ics Cla**ic Lay it all down to plastic Remember the days of getting f**ed up and blasted But no more cause this cats got a whole lot to live for Still banging on the door Off of the hinge, better go tell your friends You looking at Ras' he's on the wide screen lens Top ten at any damn time we can rhyme We bringing the rain and n***as singing sunshine My time is now gotta strike to the mic But ten years strong and still down for the fight [Hook] [Scratches] "Now bring it on" - LL Cool J "Mama Said Knock You Out" "Wack a** rappers without the concepts" - Planet Asia "To the cats just say I was trash" - Rasco "Bring it on" "Cali Agents n***a" - Rasco "Planet Asia" "Rasco"