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Think About It
Roscoe Umali
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Yeah, it's your boy Rasco Umali
Peace to my man Christian Mariano, Koch Records
Fresh Produce on the track
I got my man 7S with me, the illest Tagalog MC on the planet
My man Big Loud, freestyle extraordinaire, beastin' MC's
But up next yo, I got my girl Aya Saiz
Rest in peace, miss
Too much of you suckers talkin', not enough listenin'
Flappin' all your gums with your bullshit opinions
That don't even relate to Sister Souljah with the weaponry
Haters blow the pop at me, they life is just a mockery
Look, I'ma make my cheddar like no prob
Fuck around with the best and you'll be deader than Do-Knop
Molotov, you the one who wanted a blowjob
And now your house is burning, ooh, sorry, that's my fault
So be careful what you wish for when it comes to drama
I'll introduce you to my favorite pet, it's called a llama
He's out in the backyard for them suckers that act hard
Whether it be ATM, debit, or black card
I don't give a fuck, you better come with your words
Put some thought up in them joints or else your shit's for the birds
I got moves bigger than Clifford to make
So keep your dirty mouth shut for your family's sake
Mag-inig ka sa'king plaka, mag-inig ka sa 'ming kanta
Kami na dal'wa 7S, Rasco Umali nag-representa
'Di mo pa kami'y kilala, kaya buksan mga tenga
Kami'y napinakampang laban ng Pilipinas sa 'ming bansa
Sumabay ka, sumakay ka sa napakatalas na dila
Kami na dal'wa nagdadala ng mga sinisiglab na letra
Sige pa bumitaw sanigaw ka, kumapit ka na sa aming bersa
Handa na kaming bumuelta, mag-ingat ka na lang mag-inig ka
Ako kaming dal'wa, malakas na bumubutok na bala
Na maghapos sa isipan, humahatid pa ng lupa
'Yon manatilaga bumubuga, gumainit at laging pumapaga
Ito na nga ang unang direksyon nila'y natin ilayon sa iba
Stretch limousine thoughts now, carry all dreams
When it comes to the style, watch your boys lean
Not the same type of rapper in the magazines
But when it comes to the rhyme, I blow your ass out your mind
It's real when I come to the field 'cause motherfuckers know me
I always gotta come with rhymes that's like the equal of keys
Put this shit to your nostril, I'ma show you a way to look out
Motherfuckers know me, I pitch the game out and got my lookouts
So before I drop sixteen bars on you and bring the hook out
I have rappers burning barbecue just like a cookout
You motherfuckers better stay in your lane
I told y'all, fold y'all, and owe y'all, a little something remain
Respectful or text pool to blow out your brains
But that's a different type of song, this ain't the track that we on
So, Rasco Umali, tell 'em about what we on and flow
If not, then let's roll up the 'dro and then blow, you know
Think about it
Without that good kushy kush kush backwoods
At times I find it hard to even think without it
I come hard so that you wouldn't even think to doubt it
Think hard before you fuck with the beast from the Philippine Islands
Rasco, Bonifacio, AODub make it possible
Fake thugs end up in the hospital
Fuck with the clique, that's mission impossible
Pop, pop, pop at you, four, five shots at you
Four, five, nine millimeter Glock cocked at you
With them slugs that explode upon contact
I bomb tracks with bomb raps and stay strapped for combat
The king of the outback, you faggots is wombats
I can handle business but you bitches won't want that
Instead of having keys, you'd rather see me with twomp sacks
I'm off that, my pimp hands the paw of a bobcat
Way strong, you think that you can play me but you're way wrong
If I can walk through a rainstorm without getting wet
You best believe I'm getting sets and ball out ridiculous
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