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1. |
Take It EZ
02:36
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Yo
Rockin, something for the …
VERSE 1
Propaganda, this is Papa Gato talking
High Commander, this is Houston got a problem
New adventures
Crew adventures
New dimensions
Stevie Wonder, can see your superstitious
So quit the voodoo
Rhymes got beaucoup
Quick to shoot you
Rhyme right through you
Rotten apple
To the golden avocado
I’m from California
But is’s showtime at Apollo
So what’s my motto?
Be a leader never follow
Impresario, Gato’s on your iPhone
Or your Android
Girls and boys turned to androids
With handheld toys that scan your celluloid
Give you cancer cells and keloid’s
We’re the b-boys
Like the Cold Crush Brothers
Rasson’s flow is cold brother
Got the 1200’s with the dust covers
Some of the last of the funky-cut discoverers
Gotta love us
Chorus
Papa Gato’s talking
Something for the zombies sleep-walking
Trying to make it ez for him
Phil A’s rocking
Something for the zombies sleep-walking
Yo we’re…
“Trying to make is easy”
VERSE 2
Your a weakling
Cruise a journey in a sea breeze, with two breezy’s
Spanish queens believe Belizean
We’re getting even
With the haters and the heathens
Ask my brethren
Triple seven since a seedling
I’m for the needy
Lepers and the laymen’s
Never seen islands
Rikers or Cayman’s
Alcatraz or Chino
There’s something in my genomes for writing poems
Style makes you feel right at home
Think I’m from outside the dome
Anecdote’s on microphones’s
Direct broadcast to your homes
On point, like Patrick Mahomes
Throwing bombs to end zones
We’re in the end homes’
Your still in the friend zone
It’s time to get hitched, have you some kids
Buy you a ranch
I’m trying to make it easy because I’m just a branch
On a vast family tree
Me and Phil will make it easy for you
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2. |
Trump Era
03:15
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Rasson Arigato:
[Intro]
You don't want to romp with me
[Verse 1]
We're living in the Trump Era
Living in the dumps era
Sick era, sickle-cell mumps era
Dump era, pistol and a pump era
Just a small flare-up
Bring a pallbearer
That's the issue
I'm listening to Mahavishnu
Crack your tissue
With a rap you can get into
High karate like Gracie jiu-jitsu
Rock your bodies
Break beats when it hits you
Rasson Arigato
You say tomato
I say tomato
I'm like a lone desperado
More like a ship in a bottle
So keep it funky
Jump back, keep it mellow
Papa Gato
With Fidel Agudelo
He plays the cello
Rasson Mussolini
Cuz the beat is dirty
Song do you greasy
I'm Rasson Mussolini
The beat is dirty
And the song do you greasy like
[Verse 2]
Wave Nouveau rip currents and High Karate
Papa Gato I'm fresh like Ocean Highway
They say that flowing is a hobby
Like your trying to go and hit the lottery
But stop trolling
At oversaturated functions
On Sabbath
Watch the sandman he cometh
I'll tell you one thing
You can bump this
The chords are flat, like the earth's circumference
I'll tell you one thing
You can bump this
The chords are flat, like the earth's circumference
We're living in the Trump Era
We're living in the Trump error
https://genius.com/Rasson-arigato-trump-era-lyrics
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3. |
Zoo Keepers feat. LMNO
02:35
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RASSON VERSE
DC, NY let’s go!
Ancient rhythms, for the sake to the save the children
Make decisions, don’t languish in your living
Language given, checking crates to make a living
Wise decision, eyes of vision, sky’s the limit
Lately I’ve been getting high like Mt. Fuji
Lounging on a loveseat, bumping Fugees
Reading Goosebumps, bump the fugazi
Mood been on the moon lately
Making loops is too crazy
Save the robots, for professionals and know-nots
Torah, Tanakh, gave my attitude a botox
Hopeless Ro Co, San Fransokyo to SoHo
Save the blah blah, mumbo jumbo and the mojo
Cali rosa, lips rojo, but I stay low pro
Because scheming on wifey, is a no no
I’ve got my life filmed on a Go Pro, this is promo
Quid pro quo, pro bono
Chorus
This is something for the truth seekers
It’s wild out here, we’re the zoo keepers
You need us
It’s the most dangerous, caught on tape
LMNO VERSE
You need us ya’ll
I’m counting money eating vegan tempura
Running through Miami like Ace Ventura
Your an untamed cop, the violence won’t stop
Release him in the jungle for hunting season to get shot
Even the plot, KKK is the prey
It’s ugly as fuck, I stuff their head for display
In the game room I’ve got rugs from robes they were wearing
The most horrific trophy I got is a Karen
The taxidermist, said that ones on the house
House of vermin, they’re praising rats and Mickey Mouse
Pass the durban, to stop them running at the mouth
Crash the suburban, right into the violent route
Bringing home the bacon, chatting Pig Latin
Fry it up in the fat just to get it crackling
Humans dying from swine and bird flu
Animals now have dominion over the zoo! Ooh!
Chorus
This is something for the truth seekers
It’s wild out here, we’re like zoo keepers
You need us
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(Samples)
Nobody wants to get their ass beat to a soundtrack and shit
What do you say we bust up this joint huh
Uh huh next week huh
Flashius Clayton Verse 1:
Ayo my psyche’s psychotic
Thoughts is crime colored
Divine gutter
What I brought defines butters
Thirty-nine summers on my back I’m well-seasoned
Sixty-four racks a track I’m back selling features
All my gi’s is only fastened with black belts
Slice throats, microdose acid and stack wealth
Nastier than rat milk on cereal with roaches in the box
Looking focused while I’m posted in the spot
Glowing while I’m blowing from the top of the food chain
Champagne bottles getting popped with my boo thang
Lames try to move in my lane I steam roll ‘em, or t-bone ‘em
Ok, Im reloaded
Hate I feed on it but love is reciprocated
(jewels)
Bitches say that my thuggin’s sophisticated
The glitch in the matrix
Flash is Keanau Reeves
A completely isolated
A unique anomaly, Bong!
(Samples)
You ain't seen shit yet!
Got back in the car and rolled me a joint man
Rasson Arigato Verse 2:
You thought, as if, yeah right
Papa Gato take flight on a cat that’s ruthless
In the valley acting clueless
Or in the alley catch a head-crack
Acting Hollywood, dead that
Your worth about as much as a dead rat
Trust them ‘bout as far as I can throw ‘em
I’ll overthrow them
Jockers, get off the scrotum
I’m watching Clockers eating pho soup, write notes of old truth
Rasson Arigato in the cold booth
Hopeless poets, doing duets with a vocalist
Watching cyclists, doing donuts on his spokes his
Eyes are violet, from smoking Thai cowabunga
The big kahuna, with the style from the under
Oh I wonder, wonder who
Wrote this book of lovers
With so much truth to discover
I sit back and take notes like a stenographer
And noticed all the goats the most popular
(Samples)
Did not hesitate or nothing
It's dangerous out here we know what’s going on
the whole worlds going crazy man
Please believe me
Aw shit wait a god dam minute
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I light up. I pour myself a cognac, and I watch The 14 Fists of McCluskey. What a picture. What a picture!
Rick Dalton: Good picture, yeah.
Rasson Arigato Verse 1:
High Performance
You're worshiping the eye of horus
But i’m enormous
Especially when rhyming chouras
So scope your horoscope
In your own ignorance
Chords and floor hits
Flows in storage
We’re hopeless poets
Thrown of off boats in oceans
Stowaways and homeless
Lames and lepers
Plus a bonus
Word to the wise know your opponents
They swing at you in a moments notice
Take your pick “ the whip eviction notice
Like makeshift minor chord hits to flip the motions
Your going through the wonder years
Going through the motions
And wonder why your souls gone floating
Stocked away flows on shelves
Oceans 1200s
Homie rock the bells
John Stock and Penny Hardaway with shelltoes
Down on Melrose
Rasson coming with them stale flows
That's the day hell froze
Rap to Phil through a cell phone
And know the raps hot if he says so
That’s my bro bro
Dunbar and Santiago
All my bars dumb and all his slaps fuego
Shadrach, Meshach and a bad negro
the heterosexual
Let the saxophone bellow
Phil A Verse 2:
Light the roaches
I’m bout to write my magnum opus
As time approaches
I figure how i approach it
Rhyme appropriate
Rasson my Comrade like a Soviet
Veggies in my rice bowl
The beef Mongolian
Acceptance speeches at the symposium
You a poser
I’m on the podium
No pressure the press is quoting him
No stencils
Press pads on instrumentals
I’m instrumental
Push the levels
Praise god and kill devils
Cop vinyl
We rock at
High Skill levels
This a rewinder
Something to make you feel special
I’m the type to
Take my time
In the temple
Tap the tempo
Cop this it’s not a rental
This so independent
I’m in the pen like a sentence
Reefer scented
I’m reinvented
We in Venice
Ralph Lauren ‘n
Livin lavish in Las Vegas
Rasson better be on ya playlist
We got the jazz
Consider me Miles Davis
Peace to Cats I Crossed paths
along the way with
Crooks got away with words without payment
Send this to absurd for the placement
We sailing boat racing
Motivation
Mota cultivating in the basement
It ain’t fire it’s
Molten lava combinations
“That’s amazin “
Jay NiCE Verse 3:
As I inspire your pen
The private eye watches how i thrive
Spys with his lens
Eyes over the fence
Like the guy who lives on the side of Tim
I’m told him quick the mind is two cents
While i’m driving in the flyest Benz
Gliding in Timbs
I’m higher than your little tribe of friends
Who say their vibes is lit
but secretly admire the trends my gods present
We eleven figure breadwinners
You check to check living
I aim point blank dead center and let the lead flicker
I’m from a place where the respect is thinner
And they'll have your head for lunch, breakfast and dinner
Old heads with George Jeffersons image
Connect the picture we moving on up from the east side
Shoutout to west and my niggas
Doing drive by’s reckless in sentras
In south central with tatted up Mexican hitters
The bread we connecting is similar to Texas Toast
Butter getting spread in the center
I never been a quitter
You can tell by my progression
My steps is legendary
The sexiest ever
I’m representing nigga
It’s Flair
Nah fuck that
It’s Duke Flytalker
East side, East side,
East side, East side,
Marvin Schwarzs: Got to be so much fun. All the shooting.
[mimes shooting a machine gun like Rick does in his movie]
Marvin Schwarzs: I love that stuff, you know, the killing.
Rick Dalton: A lot of killing. A lot of killing.
Marvin Schwarzs: That’s you operating the flamethrower, isn’t it?
Rick Dalton: Oh, you bet your sweet *ss it was. Yeah, yeah.
Marvin Schwarzs: It was you?
Rick Dalton: Yeah, let me tell you, that’s one sh*t-f*ck crazy weapon you do not want to be on the wrong side of. Boy, oh, boy. Now, I practiced with that dragon, uh, three hours a day for two weeks. Not just because I wanted to look good in the picture, but because I was sh*t scared
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6. |
Blues Brothers
02:10
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We’re right here we never left
It’s that Zombino fam again
Handling Damaging
Phil eggs scramble ‘em
Papa Gato mad at them
Manhandle ‘em
Kiel Mangle ‘em
Whether Roman catholic or orthodix anglican
Lost angles city
Home of gang banging and
Underwater relics
Spanlish Los Bestes
Rasson from the zombie posse
Ain't nothing you can tell us
Now move your pelvis like Elvis
Reptiles in underground cellars
X-Files, underlings with vendettas
I’ve been better than most of these
Crap rap sellers
Excellence with an asterisk
It’s hard to capture this
Like a soul on a polaroid
We’re the Blues Brothers
Belushi and Dan Aykroyd
Santiago, Dunbar’s paranoid
This survival
All your dumb bars null and void
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Jazz it out uh
Jazz it out uh hh
Jazz it out
Rasson Arigato Verse 1
Pretty face but I rhyme ugly
Ugly face but I rhyme pretty
You facing time gets pretty ugly
Face it times getting pretty ugly
Pretty ugly, disgusting
Drunk in public, punk in drublic
Jump drive my drum kit
Yo my flow’s unorthodoxical
Paradoxical end up in paramedic hospital
Trying to outfox a bull
You better leave him alone
Your going to need Rosetta’s Stone
Strong’s Concordance
Never reveal my coordinates
Conquer flourish like the Spanish did Moorish
Cancer taurus or aquarius yo it’s all hogwash
If your soul’s long-lost
Off the rip, lunar eclipse the moon drips on a sabbath
Just signs of heaven and mathematics
These patterns of rap have a stab at it
A pad and a pen and have at it
Yo ‘cause this is pretty ugly
Look what Gato done drug in, I’m up to something
Juggling drums and double- ass strumming
Phil’s got a different stroke like Phil Drummond
Isaac Sawyer Verse 2
Soy feo, soy bonito, suavecito
I can be an a-hole but I’m just a b-boy
Your c-minus flows need vitamin
Who invited them
Always want to know who’s the plug
Like appliances
Wish society would take a glance in the mirror
You’d see the blemishes, hideous
Like a humanoid reptilian, nemesis
Pretty ugly, wondering does the city love me
Art is not a luxury, all other opinions are repugnant
How’s the main attraction not part of the budget, your bugging
I log on blood starts boiling, bubbling
Dumb raps unattractive
We just make fun of your fumbling
All the weak shit is puzzling
I release music independent
Not democrat or republican
Rasson Arigato chorus:
Yo cuz this is pretty ugly
Look what Gato done drug in, I’m up to something
Juggling drums and double bass strumming
Phil got a different stroke like Phil Drummond
Yee yee yee
1 2 and you don’t
Yo it’s the Mob and we don’t quit
And this song’s the ultimate
And Rasson’s the ultimate
This is the sure shot
Yo where’s the crash
Yo Phil where’s the crash
Yo pull over, drive
Crash, crash, drive! Stop!
Crash!
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8. |
Slump More
03:14
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9. |
It's Everything
01:54
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If New York’s Mecca
Cali is Medina
D.C. is Beirut
Listen for the flutes
Bombs like graceful ballerinas
Nova Scotia down to Pasadena
Pass the SM-57 watch me rev it
Quick to set it
Waveforms embedded in my head
It started pre pubescent
Hella science
Sun, Moon and the crescent
They must have missed the message
Or didn’t get the memo
This is not a demo
I’m with Mexicanos in a tinted limo
Watching Royal Rumble
Loyal, humble and i’m honest
Doggone it
The world's gone hog wild
Caught up on style call Kiel
Nothing like me
Got the victory like Nike
On my Spike Lee
Trying to do the right thing
Yo i’m on my Spike Lee
Strictly try to do the right thing
I’m trying to do the right thing G
C’mon.
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Phil A Las Vegas, Nevada
Beat Makin MC, PHIL A
Founder of Rap Is Fun.
"Best job I ever had was at Hip Hop Site. "
EGO ALTER COMING SOON.
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