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suckas dont respect it

Peanut Butter Wolf
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Dem can't touch me No dem can't touch me Now who's the nicest on the mic Dem can't hold me No dem can't hold me Suckers don't respect me Dem can't touch me No dem can't touch me Now who's the nicest on the mic Dem can't hold me No dem can't hold me Suckers don't respect me Face to face, Peanut Butter Wolf, Ras smash the bass Pick up microphones then smash the place Lyrics unseen to most folks Most of these MC's can rhyme but most smoke Ras does it naturally, it just has to be dope But hip-hop itself is on the down slope Stand on the side while brothers catch the wave Sounds like the man is trying to catch the slave Break out the whip so black women can strip Tempting you with fate so young brothers can slip Botch up his game, nobody else to blame Only one Ras, nobody else the same One in nine mil' with lyrics set to spill Full deck of cards, get ready, set the deal Ace to the queen, the king be's the thing But if you ain't the thing you better get 'em to sing Hit some high notes then steal some old quotes Wave the white flag, they trying to catch the boat The one that passed them up and left fools behind I would've did it too but never had the time Carve my own path, the solo man and staff Came with three-fourths but only left with half Soul father Ras, y'all better smash the deck I take it out the ass then go and cash the check Dem can't touch me No dem can't touch me Now who's the nicest on the mic Dem can't hold me No dem can't hold me Suckers don't respect me Dem can't touch me No dem can't touch me Now who's the nicest on the mic Dem can't hold me No dem can't hold me Suckers don't respect me Counter-product, we looking for the ones that made the fast buck Found him on the track then passed his ass up Most fools escape, we came to locate Still underground, my twelves they rotate Lay it to the plates, no outer space with grace Most of these MC's is falling out of the race Switch up the pace but couldn't pass the Ras Saw the end coming but couldn't stop the crash Mid-air collide, explode with mad force Gave y'all a choice, you chose the bad course The road with the fork that wouldn't lead to shit And better know the time when niggas need to split Be your own man to formulate the plan While I be kicking shit that levitates the grands Me and Kris Dish, the illest ensemble I take it to the neck then hit 'em with combos The slickest on the wax, went overboard to tax The rhyme almanac that's breaking down the facts We be the real while y'all be's the clones Sticking to the tracks like wires that tap phones Peanut Butter Wolf and Ras, the dope team Dish out the tracks like crack to dope fiends Maybe once seen but never seen again We bring it to the wax until it's time to end Dem can't touch me No dem can't touch me Now who's the nicest on the mic Dem can't hold me No dem can't hold me Suckers don't respect me Dem can't touch me No dem can't touch me Now who's the nicest on the mic Dem can't hold me No dem can't hold me Suckers don't respect me