Correction Lyrics H2O Proof (Trigonometry Version) by Ras Kass

Back

Lyrics

DJ Shusta, DJ Smolface, and DJ Perez ft. Ras Kass, Big Kwam, and Saafir - “H2O Proof (Trigonometry Version)”

n***as be riding d**ks.  I ain’t gon’ name no names.  U’all n***as know y’all been sucking some wack n***as’ d**ks!  Y’all don’t support your own, you b*t*h-ass n***as!  f**k y’all!  (Holler at these motherf**kers!)

I was lyrically Hip Hop’s
Top five before two of my n***as died (What?!?)
Syntax and Deep Impact Bruce Willis couldn’t survive
A strange death.  Since n***as wasn’t loud, I’m throwing
Monitors off the stage ‘cause Rakim said, “Move the Crowd”
I’m one year older, ten times more determined, partner (Partner)
A hairy situation like Chaka f**king Chewbacca
Connect the dots, murder by design
sh*t on your intellect and fertilize your mind
Pull out the gauge and we can Face/Off like Nicolas Cage
Battle for the Second Coming of Christ and see whose soul
Gets saved.  (I got hoes around the globe!) One might be your girl, so don’t
Trust her.  I’ll tell her like Usher.  “Girl, I’ll make you wanna
Leave the clown you with and start a new
Relationship.”  Make the b*t*h take the d**k
She ate the d**k too though.  That’s Mr. Mafioso dulo
We busting caps at your culo

Waterproof, baby.  Know’m saying?  That means we can’t be wet

“The waterproof emcee, you ain’t wetting me” - Sample from Ras Kass - “Soul On Ice (Remix)” (x4)
“Stop rapping and start robbing banks like Steady B” - Sample from Ras Kass - “Soul On Ice (Remix)”

My style
Is sex and violence, vocabulary and science
In an uneasy alliance.  Let’s toast the bread
Like a plugged up appliance (I’ll drink to that!), Remy on the rocks
The real instated eventually, son.  Reverse
The perty props to prop-perty like Century 21
I want the mansion and the yacht and all that sh*t them rich
Wack rappers got (then the ultimatum was read) like every emcee
Woke up with a thoroughbred horse head in their bed—in other
Words, Teflon top with Kevlar nuts
The closest I’ve ever been to ass was cigarette butts
I’m nice—that’s probably why I don’t be f**king with Sprite (What?)
‘Cause thirst is nothing, image is everything on the mic these days
These DJs get paid under the table
Pay the most popular producer on the most popular label
Pay for full-page ads in the most popular magazine
Now you got the most popular new artist.  Guaranteed
The air we breathe is thin—better tell her.  Then I’ma choke
The b*t*h out at 11:59, reveal the real Cinderella
(AAAHHH!) When two hydrogens reach my oxygen atom
You can’t gat ‘em or get at ‘em.  Anatomically
Designed to be solar—f**k a rap star.  When I die
Want n***as doing drive-by’s with my ashes in the car (You know?)
R-A-S H2O, liquifying your assets
Repo your flow.  Even in pre-po, lethal
Straight out of Aruba, lamping with my boo from Bermuda, licking
Rugers in Cuba, blowing n***as out the frame.  With brass
Knuckles and a tuba, my new maneuver is scuba
360 degrees of revenge like Montezuma

Waterproof

Raw raps [?] like four gats blazing
Amazing with no hiccups or drawbacks
I’m all that, the dark pharaoh, sparking marrow
I mark your tarot card, barrage squads with ammo
No coincidence sentiment sound belligerent
It’s due to past incidents I come across ignorant
f**king with fake labels, my creative, long
Metaphor [?] seized up like [?]
Harrowing, so my career unraveling
Still persevere to try to shine like halogen
Weather the storm, sever the corn, now I
Forever perform like [?]
Spread havoc, drop emcees like dead parrots
Swing on beats like Greg Maddux, utilize
My skill as a juvenile with steel.  Now I
Grab mics and brutalize to kill

music video

Your name will be published. Leave fields blanks to remain anonymous.