Mc Bandido | Porque é que não sou deus

Encontrei este artista quando estava no youtube a navegar atoa,fiquei chocado porra nao acreditei.A pergunta era fuck porque nao escutei este Dreid antes?!

Mas contudo a track que mais me agradou eh esta q tem como titulo:Porque é que eu não sou deus

Letra

Porque é que eu não sou deus, tchi
Se eu fosse deus ya
Se eu fosse deus
A ya
Y'all

Porque é que há racistas?
Porque é que não encontram a cura para a sida, esses modafokas de cientistas?
Porque é que há exploração de obra infantil?
Eles não querem construção civil, querem construir edifícios playmobil, tchi
Seu eu fosse deus eu castigava tantos modafoks
Nem os foguetes paravam o trajecto dos meus tamahawks
Onde é que tu tás deus quando alastra a sida na Africa do Sul?
Onde é que tu tavas modafoka para salvar Beslan School?
Onde é que tavas no bombardeamento Blitz?
Onde é que tu tavas naquele holocausto de Au, de Auchiwitz
Onde é que tu tavas para impedir outro F Katrina
E as crianças que pisaram o controlo de natalidade na china

As vezes olhas para nós como um monte de fezes
Ainda bem que não perdi aquele tempo todo com tangas de catequeses, tchi
Se eu fosse deus castigava tantos cowards
Tirava as mulheres virgens do paraíso aos kamikazes das twins towers, tchi
Eu castigava tantos cowards
E nem na escala de Ritcher mediam a bala dos meus powers
Transformava-me em … aquele snipe ira
Eu encontrava o Bin laden e o Zawahiri
E extreminava esses sandokans de Kuala Lumpur
Trazia de novo para o meu mundo a alma do Shakur
Será deus, será que tu me ouves quando eu grito?
Será que soas a camisola por mim quando eu estou aflito?
Será que nas travagens bruscas tu vais ser o meu ABS?
Será que te vais perder de mim ou tu tens GPRS?
Deixa-me ser o Coprafield para fazer magia
Colocava numa cadeia de preventivos esses pedófilos da casa pia
Deixa-me ser o diretor desse estabelecimento presional
Nem o José Maria Martins vos safava da injecção letal
Deixa-me ser o ministro da defesa interna, isso é o que te peço mais
Tirava o porte de arma aos polícias para vê-los … bairros sociais
Deixa-me ser o Duncan MacLeod para me tornar imortal
Pra ver de esgueira quem são os amigos que choram por mim no dia do meu funeral
Deixa-me ser rico para eu ajudar os mendigos
Deixa-me ser rico para eu ter muitos amigos, tchi
E se eu fosse Robin dos Bosques
Furtava uns trocos para pôr os pobres a fazer compras nas footlocks
Deixa-me ter um iate como o Abramovich
Até as sereias diziam que se afogavam como se eu fosse o Mitch
Deixa-me ter um iate, tchi
Nem as senhoras faziam a menopausa com kit kat
Deixa-me ser uma mosca porque por todo o lado me entranho
Fazes isso, só quero ver a Jeniffer Lopez a tomar banho
Deixa-me ser o Tsunami, esse temporal
Para eu acabar com as chamas que todos os anos consomem Portugal
Deixa-me ser o Aladino para ter lâmpada mágica
Previa o futuro evitava em Castelo de Paiva aquela noite trágica
Deixa-me ser o mar para poder desvaziar
Para quando não houvesse pronto socorro para aqueles que se estivessem a afogar
Deixa-me ser o sol, ninguém tremia
E as crianças que dormem na rua não morriam de hipotremia
Deixa-me ser os soldados norte americanos para ter de cativeiro o Saddam
Aplicava golpes comó Jean Claude Van Damme
Deixa-me ser a estrada, deixa-me ser o alcatrão
Para derreter os pneus a esses que adormecem com o volante na mão
Deixa-me ser a caixa negra num despiste de um avião
Para poder chamar modafokas a construtores sem pouca formação
Deixa-me recuar no passado como o Michael J Fox
Exigia-te a cura para a sida, Einstein, seu modafoks

Porque é que eu não sou deus para acabar com os racistas?
Porque é que não encontram a cura para a sida, esses modafokas de cientistas?
Porque é que há exploração de obra infantil?
Eles não querem construção civil, querem construir edifícios playmobil, tchi
Seu eu fosse deus eu castigava tantos modafoks
Nem os foguetes paravam o trajecto dos meus tamahawks
Onde é que tu estás deus quando alastra a sida na Africa do Sul?
Onde é que tavas modafoka para salvar Beslan School?
Onde é que tavas no bombardeamento Blitz?
Onde é que tu estavas naquele holocausto de Au, de Auchiwitz
Onde é que tu estavas, pá, para impedir outro F Katrina
E as crianças que pisaram o controlo de natalidade na china

Porque é que não sou deus?
Eu castigava tantos cowards...

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2 PAC-TO LIVE & DIE IN L.A | MUSICA DA SEMANA LYRICZ

"To Live & Die In L.A."

[Dominique]

Street Science, you're on the air [static]
What do you feel when you hear a record like Tupac's new one? [static]
[Man responds] I love Tupac's new record [static]
[Dominique]
Right, but don't you feel like that creates [static]
a tension between East and West? [static]
He's talking about killing people [static]
I had sex with your wife and not in those words [static]
but he's talking about I wanna see you deceased [static]

[Intro: Makaveli]
No doubt... to live and die in LA
California -- what you say about Los Angeles
Still the only place for me that never rains in the sun and everybody got love

[Verse One: Makaveli]
To live and die in LA, where everyday we try to fatten our pockets
Us niggas hustle for the cash so it's hard to knock it
Everybody got they own thang, currency chasing
Worldwide through the hard times, worrying faces
Shed tears as we bury niggas close to heart
What was a friend now a ghost in the dark, cold hearted about it
Nigga got smoked by a fiend, trying to floss on him
Blind to a broken man's dream, a hard lesson
Court cases keep me guessing, plea bargain ain't an option now,
So I'm stressing, cost me more to be free than a life in the pen
Making money off of cuss words, writing again
Learn how to think ahead, so I fight with my pen
Late night down Sunset liking the scene
What's the worst they could do to a nigga got me lost in hell
To live and die in LA on bail, my angel sing

[Chorus: Val Young]
To live and die in LA, it's the place to be
You've got to be there to know it, what everybody wanna see
[repeat 2X]

[Verse Two: Makaveli]
It's the City of Angels and constant danger
South Central LA, can't get no stranger
Full of drama like a soap opera, on the curb
Watching the ghetto bird helicopters, I observe
So many niggas getting three strikes, tossed in jail
I swear the pen the right across from hell, I can't cry
'cause it's on now, I'm just a nigga on his own now
Living life Thug style, so I can't smile
Writing to my peoples when they ask for pictures
Thinking Cali just fun and bitches, ha ha ha
Better learn about the dress code, B's and C's
All them other niggas copycats, these is G's
I love Cali like I love woman
'cause every nigga in LA got a little bit of Thug in him
We might fight amongst each other, but I promise you this
We'll burn this bitch down, get us pissed
To live and die in LA
(Let my angel sing)

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Makaveli]
'cause would it be LA without Mexicans?
Black love brown pride and the sets again
Pete Wilson trying to see us all broke, I'm on some bullshit
Out for everything they owe, remember K-DAY
Weekends, Crenshaw -- MLK
Automatics rang free, niggas lost they way
Gang signs being showed, nigga love your hood
But recognize and it's all good, where the weed at?
Niggas getting shermed out
Snoop Dogg in this motherfucker perved out, M.O.B.
Big Suge in the Low-Low, bounce and turn
Dogg Pound in the Lex, with a ounce to burn
Got them Watts niggas with me, OFTB
They got some hash took the stash left the rest for me
Neckbone, Tre, Head Ron, Punchy too
Big Rock got knocked, but this one's for you
I hit the studio and drop a jewel, hoping it pay
Getting high watching time fly, to live and die in LA
(Let my angel sing)

[Chorus]

[Outro: Makaveli]
This go out for 92.3, and 106
All the radio stations that be bumping my shit
Making my shit sells katruple quitraple platinum, he he
This go out to all the magazines that supported me
All the real motherfuckers
All the stores, the mom and pop spots
A&R people, all you all motherfuckers
LA, California Love part motherfucking Two
Without gay ass Dre
(feat. Val Young)

MUSICA DA SEMANA | PITCH BLACK ITS ALL REAL

Artist: Pitch Black
Album: Pitch Black Law
Song: It's All Real

Lyrics:

[Intro scratches by DJ Premier]
*Pitch Black*
*Realize it's all real*
*Who wanna fuck with this?*
*Realize it's all real*
*Pitch Black, all my real niggaz*
*Underground past the pavement*
*We be wildin' on the corner...*
*We rep the hardest*

[Verse 1]
1970, I was sent through a heavenly
Spirit and I've been dead-e-ly
As far back as my memory
Can record the power of God was sent to me
They gon have to mention me among the best eventually
Pitch Black's the group of the century
I ain't tryin to see death, disease or the penitentiary
When the smoke screens fade, the charade's played
Nothing remains but the foundation we layed is real
Destroy and build, my feelings kill or be killed
Play around, we spraying rounds, I lay you down
No doubt you don't know what it's about
You think you spitting game but the game spit you out
So you ain't innovating you're regurgitating
Poisonous thoughts, doing dirty work for Satan
I leave you so scarred, your corpse rock hard
Your arms are too short to box with God
And it's all real

[Chorus (Scratched)]
*Pitch Black, all my real niggaz*
*Underground past the pavement*
*We be wildin' on the corner freestylin'*
*It's a fact that I'm dope*
*Realize it's all real*
*Pitch Black, all my real niggaz*
*Underground past the pavement*
*We be wildin' on the corner...*
*We rep the hardest*
*Realize it's...*

[Verse 2]
Weed grammar, coke manners, dope slander, hold hammers
Don't provoke the hand that'll choke your man up yo
Grinding for hours cause hope is for cowards
Trying to make more dough than flour
Foes notice the power
Competition and opposition get knocked out of position
We living like we ain't got a pot to piss in
'Nuff flows to touch souls
Too tough to fold, too hot to hold, stop, pop, and go
This our pie to go, our time to roll
Out of the cold, into our zone, leave us alone, yo
The difference between winning and losing is picking and choosing

Your enemies, your friends to be, and who your crew is
Let's get it together no matter the weather
Fuck haters nothing can break us as long as we makin this chedder
We ballin' like Lakers, we movers and shakers
No one can do it how we do it, showing and proving

My crew's the greatest

[Chorus]
*It's all real*
*Pitch Black, all my real niggaz*
*Underground past the pavement*
*We be wildin' on the corner freestylin'*
*It's a fact that I'm dope*
*Realize it's all real*
*Pitch Black, all my real niggaz*
*Underground past the pavement*
*We be wildin' on the corner...*
*We rep the hardest*
*Realize it's...*

[Verse 3]
Hey yo, with every step I take I move to build
I'm a quarter through life and I've yet to fullfill my will
Sometimes I feel like I'm my own worst enemy
I make things harder when it's really elementary
I've got soul in my heart and dirt on my hands
'Dro in my pants, love for my mans and love for these grams
Got fam to feed and laws to lay
Guns to spray, blocks of hate, and workers to pay
Dog I never burn a bridge unless I never wanna cross it
I'm really a cool nigga so these hands don't force 'em
I love this rap shit just bend the tracks I'm awesome
Love to toss bitches and fantasize of foursomes
I say what I mean, and mean what I say
Fast and D.G., repping for B.K

We do this the Pitch Black way
Today's the tomorrow that you should've feared yesterday
And it's *all real*

[Chorus until end]

Immortal Technique - Toast To The Dead | musica da semana

Immortal Technique está pra lancar um novo projeto titula-se O Mártyr J. Dilla produziu o beat com scratches adicionais de DJ Green Lanter

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Immortal Technique – Toast To The Dead Lyrics

[Chorus]
Rest in Peace
Here’s another warriors song, rep this life to the fullest
Mothafucka, say yo’ prayers!
For brothers who died from black-on-black violence
Rest in Peace
You ain’t payin’ respect when you’ ‘spose to
Rep this life to the fullest
Rest in Peace
This ain’t for y’all, this’ a toast to them
Rest in Peace
[Immortal Technique - Verse 1]
Here’s a toast to the dead
If you don’t drink, smoke to the head
For the freedom fighters killed by the feds
For those who died hard in the streets soaking in red
And died slow asleep in a dream choking in bed
Here’s a toast to the dead for my enemies that are gone
I’m not a coward so, celebrating that would be wrong
I pray to God that your soul will come back again
So I can see you in the next life and finish it then
A toast to the dead for criminals, burning in hell
I wonder how many presidents are burning as well
Emperors, Popes, Senators, Generals
Amputees feelin’ unlucky until they see the vegetables
A toast to the dead for those who I’ve forgotten
Written out of the history by the corrupted and rotten
Black saints whitewashed during La Reconquista
Thousands of Indios Spaniards used to conquer the Incas
F-ck a moment of silence! I need a moment of violence!
Like the nineteenth century Caribbean Islands
Long live those who came before, that paved the way for me
The warriors and scientists that came before slavery
And if that last lyric was predictable
Take your clairvoyance and apply it to your life in the physical
Presumptuous half-hearted homunculus
Self-destruction is the power without knowing what the function is
[Chorus]
Rest in Peace
Here’s another warriors song, rep this life to the fullest
Rest in Peace
Mothafucka, say yo’ prayers!
For brothers who died from black-on-black violence
Rest in Peace
You ain’t payin’ respect when you’ ‘spose to
Rep this life to the fullest
Rest in Peace
This ain’t for y’all, this’ a toast to them
Rest in Peace
[Immortal Technique - Verse 2]
Here’s a toast to the dead, for all of my fam
I will never let an idea die with a man
My rhymes are like Nazca lines designed to give a view-of-this
J.Dilla’s still alive as long as his music is
A toast to the dead for rap legends and pioneers
Your legacy won’t be forsaken as long as I am here
Knowledge of the past and, wisdom of the present
I’ll teach and leave in the hands of a worthy lieutenant
A toast to the dead, for children with cancer and aids
A cure exists and you probably, could have been saved
Sad to see, medicine divorce morality
Corporate homewreckers, pimpin’ up a salary
A toast to the dead, for those that’ve died today
The victims and those exonerated by DNA
The only thing worse than giving freedom to the guilty
Is killing the innocent, and leavin’ your soul filthy
Immortal Technique, remember me when I’m gone
I encrypted my lyrics to stay alive in a song
So you’ll always keep a piece, of my spirit inside
When you struggle to complete what I started before I died
But some of you, won’t survive the changes the earth makes
Swallowed by tsunamis, hurricanes and earthquakes
And that’s just the first stage of ‘you-can-not-reverse-ways’
And realise that we are one, regardless of our birthplace
Here’s another warriors song, rep this life to the fullest
Rest in Peace
Mothafucka, say yo’ prayers!
For brothers who died from black-on-black violence
Rest in Peace
You ain’t payin’ respect when you’ ‘spose to
Rep this life to the fullest
Rest in Peace
This ain’t for y’all, this’ a toast to them
Rest in Peac

MC K SINGLES DO ALBUM PROIBIDO OUVIR ISTO

Mc K-Nomes,Rimas e Palavras prod by sam the kid

Mc K-Por Detras do Pano prod by Conductor

Mc K-Cinco Anos de Ausencia prod by Boni

Demolidor com K9- Renascer [prod. Demolidor]

Musica da Semana deste mano moz productor & Mc com participacao do K9

K9
Anos e anos passam
E tudo na mesma
Talvez, p'ra mudar a situação
Teremos que renascer
Maning vezes (3x)
Teremos que renascer
Maning vezes (2x)
P'ra mudar a situação
Teremos que renascer

Demolidor
II

Niggas pensam que eu mando vendavais
Abanam com os tracks bem highs
Mandam props, aplausos tudo mais
Elogiam as songs, "ficou demais"
Ficaria feliz
Mas eu sei que na minha venda vais

Plagiar o disco
Imprimir a capa frente e verso colorido
Para parecerem originais
Vais te por ao teu lado com Photoshop
Borboletas fantasias, teus efeitos especiais



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Musika da Semana-Reks Pray For You (The Homicide Note)

 

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Zion I-birds eye view musica da semana

Zion I: Bird's Eye View-DOWNLOAD

LYRIC

I got a bird's eye view 
Hip hop, there's so many things you can say about it, you feel me? 
Like, on the real like, hip hop is just, beautiful 
Hip hop is life 

[Verse 1] 
From the first time I saw you, infatuation 
Pulled to the side to provide conversation 
Wild reputation but you were so cool 
Any old fool knew that you was a jewel 
Ghetto to ghetto, your influence settled 
More hardcore than r&b but not metal 
Blacker than the kettle, you made me feel mellow 
Introduction to my life, I said "hello" 
Meet me in a minute 'cause I gotta finish school 
Some of my homies, they never finished puffin' woo's 
Stayin' up late, always studying the tapes 
The world watched you fall in love, I guess fate had a, 
Grip on my mind state, I wanna rhyme, wait 
I fell in line, getting signed at the wrong gates 
And so my heart braced at first for real 
But I would still be lovin' you 'cause deep is what I feel 

I got a bird's eye view 

I be wit'chu, I be there wit'chu 
I be wit'chu, I be there wit'chu 
2x 

She's the one I always count on, one that wouldn't leave me 
One that's in the city always written in graffiti 
One that keeps me company, when I'm all alone 
She's my heart, my mind, my spirit and my bones 
She's the only one I know that would go across the globe 
Meet me in a foreign land, treat me like I'm home 
Everything I own, give to her, she deserves it 
Treats me like a king, every syllable is perfect 
Searched through the earth for a reason just to be here 
And since I met her every moment's like a leap year 
Baby you can sleep here, you can stay with me 
Anywhere you go, know I'm probably gon' be 
Full of energy, and you never acting tired 
You're everything I need, when I prayed, God supplied 
You my chonky fire, blessings you provide 
Always in my life 'til the day that I die

MUSICA DA SEMANA-The Game Ft. Yelawolf-ROUGH

 

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What do you do when life gets too hard for you
Shed tears or is that to hard for you
I’m just a man, reflection of my family
Meaning you ain’t gotta have one to understand me
I got kids, I got friends
Only difference between me and you is I don’t care bout this benz
I care about Will he was dying and he needed me
I care about the Grammy they gave Missy they cheated me
But they cheated Drake, they cheated Justin Bieber
Guess America don’t like Canada we some f-ckin heathens
Game can’t watch his mouth thats why his daddy beat him
Same mouth made him millions and now his daddy need him
Finally got a black president look at how they treat him
Kids starvin in Africa why only Oprah feed them?
What happened to the music that I know
I miss it, U2 I guess we feel like Bono

The living, the dead
These Dre beats, my head
My life, featuring Wayne
That was Jayceon, this is Game
Adjacent to the fame aint chasing a damn thing
So tonight let all of your pain be champagne
I cant tame my killers but I can tell them chill
I might give you a pass depending how I feel
The bi polar bear
They said the end of the World is comin I know it’s here
Cuz California cold this year
Detox, R.E.D
MC’s dead
Kill them softly like Lauren Hill
Skin heads goin K-K-Krazy cuz a n-gga in a foreign wheel
We all born to die, some of us born to kill
If that don’t wake you up I hope tomorrow morning will

Yelawolf 
Never I thought I’d see the day when I, would roll up in the parking lot
And having people comin up to me for a photograph of the shit I talk about
Yela can I get an autograph Alabama so proud that we just can’t wait
Congrats on the Shady deal, any news on the release date?
I told them what I can, shake another hand sign another autograph it’s cool
Got fans gettin inked up, they de-cater to me I love you too
Got 3000 too, the spirit of rock and roll
Long barrell .38 loaded I’m John Wayne in Geronimo
So I dont really know whats got some these p-ssies panties in a ball
Cuz I never done shit but get better and believin’ in God
And leavin’ my mom at 15 with a dream and a cross
A cross that I didn’t see until I was nailed to it for believin’ at all
That I could ever be accepted the way I saw it
I mean I knew it would be hard but really come on yall
Oh I’m a redneck? F-CK YOU tatted on my neck
I’ll sip high life in a can at the grammys now add that to my rep
Bitch!

MUSICA DA SEMANA:LUPE FIASCO | ALL BLACK EVERYTHING

 

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LYRIC

[Hook]
You would never know
If you could ever be
If you never try
You would never see
Stayed in Africa
We ain’t never leave
So there were no slaves in our history
Were no slave ships, were no misery, call me crazy, or isn’t he
See I fell asleep and I had a dream, it was all black everything
[Lupe Fiasco - Verse 1]
Uh, and we ain’t get exploited
White man ain’t feared so he did not destroy it
We ain’t work for free, see they had to employ it
Built it up together so we equally appointed
First 400 years, see we actually enjoyed it
Constitution written by the W.E.B. Du Bois
Were no reconstructions, Civil War got avoided
Little black Sambo grows up to be a lawyer
Extra extra on the news stands
Black woman voted head of Ku Klux Klan
Malcolm Little dies as a old man
Martin Luther King read the eulogy for him
Followed by Bill O’Reilly who read from the Quran
President Bush sends condolences from Iran
Where FOX News reports live
That Ahmadinejad wins Mandela peace prize
[Hook]
You would never know
If you could ever be
If you never try
You would never see
Stayed in Africa
We ain’t never leave
So there were no slaves in our history
Were no slave ships, were no misery, call me crazy, or isn’t he
See I fell asleep and I had a dream, it was all black everything
[Lupe Fiasco - Verse 2]
Uh, and it ain’t no projects
Keepin it real is not an understood concept
Yea, complexion’s not a contest
Cause racism has no context
Hip hop ain’t got a section called conscious
Everybody rappin’ like crack never happened
Crips never occurred no Bloods to attack them
Matter of fact no hood to attack in
Somalia is a great place to relax in
Fred Astaire was the first to do a backspin
The Rat Pack was cool group of black men
That inspired five white guys called The Jacksons
Eminem fitted in but then again he inspired a black rapper tryin to mimic him
And that’s what really rose up out of Michigan, the sign of white rapper by the name of 50 Cent, ha!
[Hook]
You would never know
If you could ever be
If you never try
You would never see
Stayed in Africa
We ain’t never leave
So there were no slaves in our history
Were no slave ships, were no misery, call me crazy, or isn’t he
See I fell asleep and I had a dream, it was all black everything
[Lupe Fiasco - Verse 3]
Uh, and I know it’s just a fantasy
I cordially invite you to ask why can’t it be?
Now we can do nothing bout the past
But we can do something about the future that we have
We can make fast or we can make it last
Every woman Queenin’ and every man a Kingin’
When those color lines come we can’t see between
We just close our eyes ’til it’s all black every-THING!
[Hook]
You would never know
If you could ever be
If you never try
You would never see
Stayed in Africa
We ain’t never leave
So there were no slaves in our history
Were no slave ships, were no misery, call me crazy, or isn’t he
See I fell asleep and I had a dream, it was all black everything

Dedico esta musica no meu puto Billahill gosta bwe deste Gaju.lol

R.A THE RUGGED MAN-MUSIKA DA SEMANA ( musica & letra )

Artist:R.A THE RUGGED MAN
Title:Lessons
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LYRIC:
[Verse 1]
Yo aiiyo people wonderin' where the fuck I been
At the VIP section they ain't lettin' me in
They say; maybe if you had Dr. Dre or Timbaland
They say; a white boy need a black boy to win
Uhh Bubba Sparxx did it and so did Slim
Just Blaze is hot now why don't you get with him
I watch mad rappers bite my shit and blow up
And make millions of what I created, that's tough luck
I first started gettin' coverage around the same time
Steve Stoute used to carry Kid n Play's luggage
I seen rappers turned from sex symbols in heart throbs
To bein forgotten now they out lookin' for jobs
I seen EPMD break up
I seen my little brother Max fall asleep and he ain't never wake up
So when I rhyme listen, seriously
When I spit I'm givin' you the truth clearly who I really be
It's an audio version of reality TV
I had deals from Russell Simmonds to Master P
Even five year old white girls be rappin' today
On the playground like 'go shorty it's ya birthday' (Go, go, go..)

"Here's a little story I got ta tell"
"I am the legendary"
"R-A" "Rugged Man"

[Verse 2]
Yo yo I seen good days sun rays church sundays
Made love made war been rich been poor
Lost friends lost lawsuits lost my dough
Seen beef between Bad Boy and Death Row
I seen disease take the life for my sisters kid
Six months on the earth is what he had to live
I seen Biggie Big L Big Pun pass away
Buffy from the Fat Boys, Jam Master Jay
I month before they blew up with Mystikal and Jay-Z
The Neptunes came to see me at D & D
I knew this chick named Norah a lounge singer
A year later she a six Grammy award winner
I seen flatliners I seen cannabisses
I seen Lil Zane see I seen mad misses
You ran through net ass ten percent disses
I seen A & R's get fired for takin' pisses
Stop whinin' and bitchin, nobody listens
Who else riskin' they career stickin to be indifferent
Switchin' the tradition stickin' to this shit they really livin'
I don't care what's hittin
Listen this is my motherfuckin' life that I'm spittin

"Here's a little story I got ta tell"
"I am the legendary"
"R-A" "Rugged Man"

[Verse 3]
I'm at peace with myself now how bout that
I hated life I wanted to die a few years back
I was mentally ill it's hard to come back from that
But I got through it now I got my sanity back
Y'all are like H-B-O fighters get the money and fame
Get beat up like Klitschko and Sugar Shane
Or get beat like Vernon Forrest or Prince Naseem
And you all turn pussy when you get that green
I got love for Havoc from Mobb Deep
When I was broke sleepin' in the street
He hooked me up with a free beat
Alchemist you still my little buddy
Even though you stole that Royce the 5"9 +The King+ beat from me
I ain't down to sign autographs and shake ya hands
I don't want trendy ass followers as fans
I don't wanna sell records, I don't wanna be big
I don't want MTV runnin' up in my crib
I don't wanna be liked in the music biz
I don't want fans that don't know who G Rap is

"Here's a little story I got ta tell"
"I am the legendary"
"R-A" "Rugged Man"
"Here's a little story I got ta tell"
"I am the legendary"
"R-A" "Rugged Man"
"what's the lesson for today Rugged Man"