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  • (featuring J-Live)
    "Give it up! But - it's - just - no - use!"
    [Chorus: sample]
    "Give it up! Oh Lord.... give it all to you
    I try, but - it's - just - no - use!"
    [R.A. the Rugged Man]
    Aiyo, give it up, rush you up, no fuss, blood rush
    Cuss much, what's mine? You bust nuts, crunch crunch
    Spark the bud, what's what, the white King Tut
    Out in so-****, look who they dug up, yup, it's the Rugged
    On the record with J-Live, I could hardly believe this
    I never thought I'd be rapping on no record with school teachers
    Hair flinch from the eighties, library, lies bury
    TV, tell lies visually, kid you wit me, hostility
    Humility, hillbilly, gorilla, he mentally illy
    Still is he, actually, really killed me, billy
    All that stuff you heard about me, is probably true
    Heard I got the AIDS virus, I probably do
    Ammunition spitting is him, is it, you listening
    Littering written, it's in slippers, get the rebel in him
    Sticking it with sinners, sizzlin' rhythm, verbally hit him
    Did he did it, or did he didn't, admit it
    Pretend he ain't offended, the men and women
    Every minute they in it, don't be
    Every illiterate ignorant critical dissed it
    Every idiot that ain't live it, they talking ****
    I'm R.A. the Rugged Man, get off, my ****
    [Chorus]
    [J-Live]
    Give it up, for the Gods & the Earths, ladies and gentleman
    All the human families, the wicked can't stand me
    The righteous man hands me the mic, it's uncanny how
    One man's penalty's, is another man's boo-whore
    The label pun's ironic, courtesy of this sport
    Still can't stop a grown man, from pressing report
    A free man can either be freedom or free label
    When you spent, what you make, to keep making, you can't save
    A damn thing, no savings, that's how life'll enslave ya
    That's why I strive daily; to be my own savior
    I know when shine glows and reflects in my behavior
    So caught in between checks, I spilled it in respect
    So give it up, if your mission's belittling my position
    As a microphone physician, making you listen
    Me and Rugged Man relate, through a previous poem
    Like he said, I'm mad famous, for being unknown
    On records for ten years, I can hardly believe it
    Never thought I'd be perceived, as just some rapping school teacher
    Just some dude, that can cut and rhyme, same time
    Just some conscious kid, that's try'nna save the world through rhyme
    Just another underground, hand-to-mouth microphonist
    Stop your mirror rap, just to stop you in your tracks
    This will stomp you on your track, justice is not just
    Another ordinary rapper, I'm the crown royal block
    With a velvet bag, matter of fact, and since the swagger is back
    And backed by, a whole nation of millions
    You can't hold me, my new floor is my old ceiling
    That's why I'm guaranteed, to leave you with something you lack, so just
    [Chorus]
  • (featuring J-Live)
    "Give it up! But - it's - just - no - use!"
    [Chorus: sample]
    "Give it up! Oh Lord.... give it all to you
    I try, but - it's - just - no - use!"
    [R.A. the Rugged Man]
    Aiyo, give it up, rush you up, no fuss, blood rush
    Cuss much, what's mine? You bust nuts, crunch crunch
    Spark the bud, what's what, the white King Tut
    Out in so-****, look who they dug up, yup, it's the Rugged
    On the record with J-Live, I could hardly believe this
    I never thought I'd be rapping on no record with school teachers
    Hair flinch from the eighties, library, lies bury
    TV, tell lies visually, kid you wit me, hostility
    Humility, hillbilly, gorilla, he mentally illy
    Still is he, actually, really killed me, billy
    All that stuff you heard about me, is probably true
    Heard I got the AIDS virus, I probably do
    Ammunition spitting is him, is it, you listening
    Littering written, it's in slippers, get the rebel in him
    Sticking it with sinners, sizzlin' rhythm, verbally hit him
    Did he did it, or did he didn't, admit it
    Pretend he ain't offended, the men and women
    Every minute they in it, don't be
    Every illiterate ignorant critical dissed it
    Every idiot that ain't live it, they talking ****
    I'm R.A. the Rugged Man, get off, my ****
    [Chorus]
    [J-Live]
    Give it up, for the Gods & the Earths, ladies and gentleman
    All the human families, the wicked can't stand me
    The righteous man hands me the mic, it's uncanny how
    One man's penalty's, is another man's boo-whore
    The label pun's ironic, courtesy of this sport
    Still can't stop a grown man, from pressing report
    A free man can either be freedom or free label
    When you spent, what you make, to keep making, you can't save
    A damn thing, no savings, that's how life'll enslave ya
    That's why I strive daily; to be my own savior
    I know when shine glows and reflects in my behavior
    So caught in between checks, I spilled it in respect
    So give it up, if your mission's belittling my position
    As a microphone physician, making you listen
    Me and Rugged Man relate, through a previous poem
    Like he said, I'm mad famous, for being unknown
    On records for ten years, I can hardly believe it
    Never thought I'd be perceived, as just some rapping school teacher
    Just some dude, that can cut and rhyme, same time
    Just some conscious kid, that's try'nna save the world through rhyme
    Just another underground, hand-to-mouth microphonist
    Stop your mirror rap, just to stop you in your tracks
    This will stomp you on your track, justice is not just
    Another ordinary rapper, I'm the crown royal block
    With a velvet bag, matter of fact, and since the swagger is back
    And backed by, a whole nation of millions
    You can't hold me, my new floor is my old ceiling
    That's why I'm guaranteed, to leave you with something you lack, so just
    [Chorus]