Suckas Don't Respect It Songtext
von Rasco

[Hook (x2)
Dem cyaan touch me, no dem cyaan touch me
Now who′s the nicest on the mic, baby pa?
Dem cyaan hold me, no dem cyaan 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 MCs 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 tryin′ to catch the boat
The one that passed 'em up and left fools behind
I woulda did it too but never had the time
Carve my own path, the solo man of 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
[Hook (x2)
Dem cyaan touch me, no dem cyaan touch me
Now who's the nicest on the mic, baby pa?
Dem cyaan hold me, no dem cyaan hold me
Suckers don′t respect me


Counter product
We lookin' 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 MCs 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 grand
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 bees the clones
Sticking to the tracks like wires to tapped phones
Peanut Butter Wolf and Ras the dope team
Dish out the tracks like crack to dope fiends
Maybe one seen but never seen again
We bring it to the wax until it's time to end
[Hook (x2)
Dem cyaan touch me, no dem cyaan touch me
Now who′s the nicest on the mic, baby pa?
Dem cyaan hold me, no dem cyaan hold me