Writers - Ras Kass, Kool Keith

Every writers unite

Who’s on fire

(Kool Keith)

I’m Batman on steroids

Rappers come with double A batteries

I’m a grown man who play with toys

The automatic rhymes write by themselves

The utility belt-in on eBay for sale

My rhymes scope your scalp like a medicated hair gel

I don’t wan’t pampers to squel and start to smell

Leave em' pot roasted toasted

Don’t be no curtain so they got to shit in the open

Peep they cars when they playing poker

The one with tight pants can’t move too fast

Break 'em up from the D league

Took out what he need to work on

Peter pan can pass a tunderball with a fiberglass

Call me Ernie and Nas

I’m up so high when I come down cheerleaders participate in wiping my ass

The National Basket-Ball Association

One rookie to be a little more patient

Make 'em practice in our places

Scout her earned D’s on the floor shake 'em

Throw 900 pounds medicine balls around the gymnasium

Pass pampers out

Who got uniform to run

Sports Illustrated showed me getting my dick sucked with Reebok pumps

All-American unstoppable

My 360 impossible

Alumni with my white underwear with the hair follicles

I can play with a white color and shoes

Went to dunk contest with Timberland boots

Throw it up I need someone who stand nude

Every writers unite

Who’s on fire

(Rass Kass)

Celebrity mixologist

Mix ya 7 chakra with my Vodka

Star Wars cambino with the female Chewbaka

Telling you please fast play that new Rass Kass

Every word I speak should be a hashtag

Microphone doing I should have a Nike endorsement I’m forcing enough of

scorching

The jokey with the horseman

Used to be the golden state in forceman

Drinking true blood where they ignoring

Ball on the courts

Ball on the black tie

T back lady reported balls on her shirt

It’s all for this fort fought worth blood sweat and dirt

H and all as me and Kool Keith balls with a verse

All you hear is switch

Plague drilling the tray

Lets figure the game 7 nigga play

I slap the rap and your teen mascot

Do the poke game interview rocking a Gucci ass got

Pants sagging

Cause I be rapping my ass off

Hardcore hip hop when other rappers mad soft

I roll a charnin niggas

Big head shitting in the woods

Eyes are Japanese

When you pimpin in the hood

And the tired of that

He on fire

Every writers unite

Who’s on fire