Testo The Rugged Onez - Shyheim
Testo della canzone The Rugged Onez (Shyheim), tratta dall'album Shyheim A.K.A. The Rugged Child
Here comes the rugged one
Here comes the, here comes the
Here comes the rugged one
Here comes the, here comes the
Well, I'm that ill shitty kid, they call the Proph Nitty kid
That one motherfuckin' ill crazy in the city kid (What?)
Step the fuck back, then relax
Proph is on a full scale attack, black (Huh?)
I'm packin' a full metal jacket
A bat, 21 guns and a hatchet (What's that?)
Some ill shit kid, you can't match it
Don't even try to beat it 'cause you can't fuckin' catch it
Aw fuck, baby, you're shit outta luck
'Cause I'm crazy, maybe it's best that you duck
Got the shit I can't hide, some call it animos
It burns deep inside and that's how I get heated
When I see the likes of you, that's the only time I need it
Remember last meetin', I left my knuckles bleedin'
Now my palms are bloody 'cause I'm countin' blood money
That I robbed from your hand in the land of milk and honey
You can't do me none, son, when I smoke my meth
I feel no pain, no death, so what the fuck is left?
You see me meditate, well then you see me in my home
Way deep inside my dome, that's the place where I roam
With knowledge and the wisdom, understandin' of the Lord
It's stored if you're bored, everybody grab your sword
If I live by the sword then I die by the sword
I'll die by the sword, I swear to the fuckin' Lord
'Cause I'm takin' niggas out like you never saw
See my sword's my tongue, that's how I get the job done
I still grab my gun 'cause I'm the fuckin' rugged one
We came to rock (What?), we came to rip (What?)
With the rugged styles, yo, bust the way we flip it
We came to rock (What?), we came to rip (What?)
With the rugged styles, yo, bust the way we flip it
Now here we go again, another brother catchin' heart
Ain't that some shit? I gotta rip him apart
Too many MC's fake funk, claimin' war
You better hit floor soon as I declare war
Comin' straight at ya, better run quick
From a clique that's sick with a bunch of lunatics
For those who slept, I want your rep, wanna bet?
Don't get bent, today'll be a day you'll regret
'Cause the rugged child has come into town
To find a herb clown that can get beat down
Uh, how you like me now? I get down for my crown
With a fat sound that shakes from the underground
Bringin' ruckus to a nigga, quick to pull the trigger real fast
Try to test me, buck, buck, buck, buck on that ass
I don't fake none, when I pull out I'm down to take one's life
I'm trife, so watch what you say, son
Just came from up north catchin' flashbacks
Brothers doin' that same old shit
I planned it all chillin' when I got home
But now it's like I'm all alone 'cause everybody's playin' Al Capone
No one to stay positive with
Everybody's sellin' drugs and all that good shit
So I parlay on the force and tip
The studio is where you'll find me, just like back in 1990
But yo, everywhere I go it's like, "June, how you been?
Sorry I couldn't come to see you when you were in"
Yeah, my man, save all that bullshit
'Cause if you really cared, you woulda came to see a nigga quick
Word is bond, that's how I kicked it
No disrespect intended, don't get offended
I had to learn the hard way that there is no friends
How many of us have them?
When shit gets real, everybody's on the run
So niggas watch your back, here I come, here I come
We came to rock (What?), we came to rip (What?)
With the rugged styles, yo, bust the way we flip it
We came to rock (What?), we came to rip (What?)
With the rugged styles, yo, bust the way we flip it
We came to rock (What?), we came to rip (What?)
With the rugged styles, yo, bust the way we flip it
We came to rock (What?), we came to rip (What?)
With the rugged styles, yo, bust the way we flip it
It was a cold day in Hell when they all heard the word
Everybody's eyes swell and all the heads turned
It went to Ill Killer and the shitty Proph Nitty
Was fuckin' blowin' up spots all over the city
Then everybody cheered, "There's a party over here!"
Tryin' to get our attention, but really need I mention
That my mind was set upon the most high's intention
For me to praise his name, that's the reason why I came
That's the motherfuckin' aim, so don't ask the same question twice
Like, "Who's the motherfuckin' real Christ?"
I already told you once, I'm too fuckin' nice
So I'll tell you again, it's Allah-see who descend
From the root of David to the line of Solomon
All the way down to the motherfuckin' end
So, uh, you and your friends just get on down
I ain't talkin' 'bout dancin', face the fuckin' ground
Hands upon your head, kid, do as I say
'Cause it's too late, you're dead, good fuckin' riddance
And if I get bagged, I'ma do the life sentence
So I'm out on a limb, don't tell 'em where I am
Even though I got the hearts and the smarts
To rip this shit to shambles, just like the Huns and the Vandals
Yo, I'm the one more souped up than Campbell's, why?
'Cause I got the gats good and plenty
For the one-two to you and the 120
So go and bring your crew
If you wanna get done by the true and the Wu
'Cause here come the rugged one
We came to rock (What?), we came to rip (What?)
With the rugged styles, yo, bust the way we flip it
We came to rock (What?), we came to rip (What?)
With the rugged styles, yo, bust the way we flip it
Here comes the rugged one
Here comes the, here comes the
Here comes the rugged one
Here comes the, here comes the
Credits
Writer(s): Corey Penn, Maxwell Dixon, Peter Phillips, James Wilson, Shyheim Franklin, Arby Quinn, Jason Holley, Connor Levi
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