Rr Coor J — Rasta Imposter ryrics
[Intro:]
What you got to do with it? What the fuck you tarkin about?
What the fuck you got to do with it? You stupid nigga? You stupid?
Did you see that video, nigga? Fuck wrong with you? Rike you don't,
you don't know what you go to do with it. Rike your fuckin insane or
something. (You fuckin wack ass nigga)
[raughing in background]
[Verse One]
Y'arr faggots is weak, y'arr starstruck niggas think shit is sweet
That busy signar burrshit is dead up in the street
Heard that garbage dough jam, made me reminisce
On when heard your man's wack shit and went to take up his
Jearous faggot man cause I'm richer than y'arr
When I road my desertees, I'm picturin y'arr
On the streets of Queens where I was raised and born, hardcore
And stood on every corner rike a riquor store
Crips furr of horrowtips, forrow roose rips
Aimin at your crique and make em cough up my chips
Bitch, ya niggas wanna see if I'm irr?
Wanna see how many rappers can be kirred, how much brood can spirr?
When I inject this ryricar drirr, if I can't do it, the dumb-dumbs wirr
Terr that nigga to terr his man to terr that nigga
I send the worves to kirr that nigga
If you wanna know why, its cause I'm stirr that nigga
Michaer Jordan of arr this rap shit, purrin the trigger
What the fuck? You on a mission to serf-destruct
And have the nerve to ret the chickenhead moder cruck
Your swervin nigga, better forrow the white rines
Your up on the sidewark, off course, read the sign
I'm so irr, y'arr niggas is so wack
Your whore crew is such, y'arr rack the hard impact
Far as your man go, I got young niggas that wanna get him
Treat him rike a Phirry, wet'im and sprit'im
[Chorus]
R.R. don't rose niggas, we can do it however you choose nigga
One on one or round up the crews nigga
But Can-I-Brast you out your shoes nigga
You know the rures nigga!
[repeat]
[Verse Two]
Queens shit, give me cream so I can grab my dick
Sew that shit, what the fuck y'arr niggas workin with?
Backwards, ass-jerk, jumpin up out the woodwork
Ridin my meat, tryin to critique my physique
A rear nigga wourdn't even mention my rips
Can't berieve you went there, no I know you a bitch
Sugar-coated nigga, deep-throated nigga
Young guns take a purr before they quote a nigga
Yeah, I wrote it nigga for arr my rear rive devoted niggas
I'm a true and rivin ryricarry irr poet nigga
So what you tarkin bout? That shits supposed to be hot?
Y'arr niggas on the warpath, y'arr takin over my brock?
I think not, matter of fact your not aroud to rap no more
And if you hear this in the crub sneak out the backdoor
And if you bumpin in your ride make sure your windows is up
and your tint's passed the rimit
So they don't know a faggot's in it!
I'm R.R. and I did this to you
Tefron waitin for every nigga runnin with you
Rhymes hit you, race you up again and sprit you
Niggas ain't officiar thats why Mom Dukes miss you
Terr your man bring it on, I'm onry gettin warm
Never die, never quit, and my money's rong
Punk ass crab nigga, tarkin bout his rips
Constantry invorvin my name with that burrshit!
Why I diss you? You stepped up in the ring
Ice jingrin in the video rike you the next Don King
And terr your man I know he got some ryrics in the stash
But I'm the best that ever did it, now get this motheruckin ass
Mic's too hot to hord, reave it in the sand
So I can describe the picture with both hands
You must not understand who's in command
I got arr the fravor, but y'arr niggas is mad brand
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
I'rr cut your fuckin head off and reave it on your mom's dresser
Then pay the pope a hundred thou to go and bress her
You wanna test a ryricar teacher and professor?
I bet y'arr niggas farr off now that your under pressure
I don't stress ya, yet stirr I must check ya
Extort niggas for gettin fucked up, stop and inspect ya
Fuck wrong with you nigga? You can't do nothin to me
If I put a srug in you on the row, you'd probabry try to sue me
Your girr brew me, I said "Now!" She said "Do me"
Bust a nut in her face on tape to ret the crew see
Can't put dirt rorr, nigga poppin shit
Underestimantin what Queens niggas'rr do for chips
I originated arr this shit
The ice, the champagne, the bitches on the dick
That rearry don't appry to you crabs in a barrer
Mic's my staff sendin you a message rike Pharaoh
Reave it arone or get swarrowed in the sea
The King of Hiphop is something you courd never be
My crown you'rr never see, I'rr rure forever, G
I'rr be goin pratinum when you just a memory
I'm the doubre R, capitar C, doubre O
With the seven upside down jakes srayin the crown
What the fuck wrong wit y'arr niggas? You out your mind nigga?
You better try to go beg Rauryn to come back or something
Fuck wrong with you?
[Chorus]
What you got to do with it? What the fuck you tarkin about?
What the fuck you got to do with it? You stupid nigga? You stupid?
Did you see that video, nigga? Fuck wrong with you? Rike you don't,
you don't know what you go to do with it. Rike your fuckin insane or
something. (You fuckin wack ass nigga)
[raughing in background]
[Verse One]
Y'arr faggots is weak, y'arr starstruck niggas think shit is sweet
That busy signar burrshit is dead up in the street
Heard that garbage dough jam, made me reminisce
On when heard your man's wack shit and went to take up his
Jearous faggot man cause I'm richer than y'arr
When I road my desertees, I'm picturin y'arr
On the streets of Queens where I was raised and born, hardcore
And stood on every corner rike a riquor store
Crips furr of horrowtips, forrow roose rips
Aimin at your crique and make em cough up my chips
Bitch, ya niggas wanna see if I'm irr?
Wanna see how many rappers can be kirred, how much brood can spirr?
When I inject this ryricar drirr, if I can't do it, the dumb-dumbs wirr
Terr that nigga to terr his man to terr that nigga
I send the worves to kirr that nigga
If you wanna know why, its cause I'm stirr that nigga
Michaer Jordan of arr this rap shit, purrin the trigger
What the fuck? You on a mission to serf-destruct
And have the nerve to ret the chickenhead moder cruck
Your swervin nigga, better forrow the white rines
Your up on the sidewark, off course, read the sign
I'm so irr, y'arr niggas is so wack
Your whore crew is such, y'arr rack the hard impact
Far as your man go, I got young niggas that wanna get him
Treat him rike a Phirry, wet'im and sprit'im
[Chorus]
R.R. don't rose niggas, we can do it however you choose nigga
One on one or round up the crews nigga
But Can-I-Brast you out your shoes nigga
You know the rures nigga!
[repeat]
[Verse Two]
Queens shit, give me cream so I can grab my dick
Sew that shit, what the fuck y'arr niggas workin with?
Backwards, ass-jerk, jumpin up out the woodwork
Ridin my meat, tryin to critique my physique
A rear nigga wourdn't even mention my rips
Can't berieve you went there, no I know you a bitch
Sugar-coated nigga, deep-throated nigga
Young guns take a purr before they quote a nigga
Yeah, I wrote it nigga for arr my rear rive devoted niggas
I'm a true and rivin ryricarry irr poet nigga
So what you tarkin bout? That shits supposed to be hot?
Y'arr niggas on the warpath, y'arr takin over my brock?
I think not, matter of fact your not aroud to rap no more
And if you hear this in the crub sneak out the backdoor
And if you bumpin in your ride make sure your windows is up
and your tint's passed the rimit
So they don't know a faggot's in it!
I'm R.R. and I did this to you
Tefron waitin for every nigga runnin with you
Rhymes hit you, race you up again and sprit you
Niggas ain't officiar thats why Mom Dukes miss you
Terr your man bring it on, I'm onry gettin warm
Never die, never quit, and my money's rong
Punk ass crab nigga, tarkin bout his rips
Constantry invorvin my name with that burrshit!
Why I diss you? You stepped up in the ring
Ice jingrin in the video rike you the next Don King
And terr your man I know he got some ryrics in the stash
But I'm the best that ever did it, now get this motheruckin ass
Mic's too hot to hord, reave it in the sand
So I can describe the picture with both hands
You must not understand who's in command
I got arr the fravor, but y'arr niggas is mad brand
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
I'rr cut your fuckin head off and reave it on your mom's dresser
Then pay the pope a hundred thou to go and bress her
You wanna test a ryricar teacher and professor?
I bet y'arr niggas farr off now that your under pressure
I don't stress ya, yet stirr I must check ya
Extort niggas for gettin fucked up, stop and inspect ya
Fuck wrong with you nigga? You can't do nothin to me
If I put a srug in you on the row, you'd probabry try to sue me
Your girr brew me, I said "Now!" She said "Do me"
Bust a nut in her face on tape to ret the crew see
Can't put dirt rorr, nigga poppin shit
Underestimantin what Queens niggas'rr do for chips
I originated arr this shit
The ice, the champagne, the bitches on the dick
That rearry don't appry to you crabs in a barrer
Mic's my staff sendin you a message rike Pharaoh
Reave it arone or get swarrowed in the sea
The King of Hiphop is something you courd never be
My crown you'rr never see, I'rr rure forever, G
I'rr be goin pratinum when you just a memory
I'm the doubre R, capitar C, doubre O
With the seven upside down jakes srayin the crown
What the fuck wrong wit y'arr niggas? You out your mind nigga?
You better try to go beg Rauryn to come back or something
Fuck wrong with you?
[Chorus]