The Theory

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[applause] [Rasco:] Thank you, thank you very much I appreciate that, thank you Yeah uhh, once again, Soul father Rasco Dick Swan', The Theory, Cali Agent #1 Yeah... new and improved San Fran', Oakland, yeah, look Well it's the shotgun slinger, middle right finger Me against the world, up against your girl 34 years, this rap game takin its toll I never quit still spittin it cold Now, I've reached inside to find my pride and Mushed your face to clear my space you Niggaz forgot who calls these shots Mr. G Dubya Bush with one button to push Secure your home man, goin for your dome man Nobody cares, gotta make it on your own man The things I've seen will make y'all scream at the Top of your lungs to get y'all sprung {*scream*} I've survived to keep shit live From the, training wheels to four wheel drive Respect the game, respect my name It's the nigga that can break your whole chest frame Listen and learn, I spit these bars like Life depends to get those ends (yeah) Fuck your trends, I spits like no one Off the mound, you still can't throw one (hell naw) Splits and curves, you cats got nerve Call your clique, you might get served (hell yeah) Smoked and choked with hands on throat Now my mission is to get my hands on notes Check the stats we don't bust gats, we Sling the crack in 16 tracks Half an ounce to make dudes bounce Niggaz, took they shots and still don't count (nah) Rock for years but dudes don't care be Ras again I must speak clearly It's still the same, we still rock yearly Thoughts provoked, The Dick Swan Theory