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(Heems)Das Racist is an end to mindwash religionNowhere politics, bogus philosophiesProbably possibly a mockery of monarchyI'm complex like corno zooopoly quantitiesRooftop, like we bringin' '88 backWhite girls, Big Wheels, fortunes, SajakMixtapes, many tapes, Mel Gibson "Payback"Laid back, stay crack, eat those, stay fatEngine, engine number nineI'm on that New York transit lineI'm ill, everything I touch is a grillWith diamonds that's chill, for real, I'm I'llI'm wack, like "You, Me and Dupree"I'm ill like buy one get one freeI'm wack, like nobody wanna touch meI'm ill like making jokes and burning DutchiesI'm cliche, I feel as high as a rooftopContradict myself in raps like 2PacI ride gnarly till I'm Farley that's dearly departedAnd the party don't start till I'm gettin' it startedWhen the party get started, then I'll get with ya darlinI'm givin (?) warnin' then I get from you darlin'Before the next morning, I won't give her no warnin'I'm listening to warnin', I'm out the door stormin' Letras de cancionesMaybe towards like a rooftop or a barbecue or somethin'RooftopRooftopRooftopRooftop(Despot) Meet the man of your dreams about dyin' Came up in the land of the free if y'all buyin'When he ain't cheatin' or stealin' it's all lyin'On the 108th Street in Queens you might find 'emWildin', out for the night, dusk and daytimeWhere the fuck you find the guff to even say rhymesGet yourself stuffed by three browns and a beige guyHold down the fort and raise the roof at the same timeDas Racist, goodness graciousGreat balls or 8 Balls smooshed in facesGreat balls for cake, ya'll hood ridge famousLifestyles is type wild, ditch the CajunsAll the rage, kid, save your dollarsCop that for moms, dads, nanas, papasTop hats and big wigs powdered properSo on the money he's a founding fatherDodger, conniver, preach to choirsLied when he said his pants was on fireAnts in his pants, you're uncle's none wiserEscape with a string and a toothpick, MacGyverFuck what them dumb youngster crews popWho hot? Who got they shoes stepped on on whose block?No one ever heard of 'em yet like they some cool copsWhen that shit drop it hit like it fell from aRooftopRooftopRooftopRooftop(Kool A.D.)Heh, third verse, similar to the first twoBeat sounds hard like somebody finna hurt you, right?Hey kids, you like Don Imus? Das RacistUnder your eyelids, phosphenesA (?) clean bizarro nastySee me like it's fuckin' up your eyes, blepharoplastyWikipedia that, if you didn't knowWe are able media cats, think we clever thoughAre we? You may never knowSpeedy Gonzalez couldn't see how quick the cheddar goSmartest dumb guys in the roomRun guys is the mulatto Jeff KoonsLike taco the best balloonsThat's breasts, you goonsImma festoon the roomLike Daniel Day-LewisThey couldn't even hold a candle if they Buddhist(get that? hahahahahaha)Yeah, we eatin' our major soupYou a slave to a bleep in the beat loopPlay it in your Jeep coupe, hoopty you beat root juicePower hippie van, never really need to ask candy if he canHe like a Spicky manMaster of the universe, nobody could do no worseThan I do-doRooftopRooftopRooftopRooftopRooftopRooftopRooftopRooftop From Letras Mania