Chains - R.A. the Rugged Man.mp3

[00:00.57](feat. Killah Priest & Masta Killa)
[00:01.29][Intro: Killah Priest (Masta Killa)]
[00:02.04]Let it flow, deh-deh-duh (yeah) it's on (beh-deh-deh-deh)
[00:03.51](Den-e-neh) on... (yo, aiyo)
[00:04.26][Chorus: reggae sample]
[00:04.77]Keep on knowin' what you know
[00:05.40]Keep on knowin' what you know
[00:05.88]End up, up, up, in chains, chains, chains
[00:10.92][Masta Killa]
[00:11.25]Back in '88, son was gettin' a little paper
[00:13.89]Caught a few stings, rocked the phat rope cables
[00:16.50]Pushed the white Mercury Sable, known for holdin' heat
[00:19.29]Pharoah garmer marks on his feet, serpents whisper
[00:21.90]You can smell the deceit, they greet me like peeps, to blend
[00:25.02]And try to befriend, to get up, underneath the skin
[00:27.66]My long wind'll blow ya head piece degrees
[00:30.42]Murder One Team, Barcelini Noodle had lean
[00:33.21]Microphone fiend, step into the rhythm
[00:35.58]This is how I'm servin' them, no need for medic attention
[00:38.67]I just murder them, murder them... mother****er, I just murder them
[00:43.74][Chorus]
[00:44.13][R.A. the Rugged Man]
[00:54.36]I'm a dip-dip diverse, socializer
[00:57.15]I'm a hoof flat top rule, in eighty niner
[00:59.70]They say Rugged, by now, you should of at least blown
[01:02.52]It's funny, I'm mad famous for being unknown
[01:05.34]I'm just a dirty mother****er, they hate my guts
[01:07.95]All I talk about is bitches, and bustin' nuts
[01:10.68]Yeah, I got a foul mouth, yeah, I cuss too much
[01:13.29]I'm just so Ricky Ricardo, ri-di-cu-lous
[01:16.05]And I ain't got no fly whip, I still ride the bus
[01:18.78]I got Mitch Blood Green on the scene with us
[01:21.51]Hospitable, hitable, cooler, than Jacob who criminal
[01:24.42]Miracle, lyrical, take every syllable literal
[01:27.00]Little riddle, profitable, visible, iritibal
[01:29.67]Little brittle, pitiful, for so through little, you tickle, you typical
[01:33.09]Yeah, I talk shit, I'm ****ing sexy with it
[01:35.01]It's hard for you to admit it, but I'm one of the best in it
[01:37.83][Chorus]
[01:46.23][Killah Priest]
[01:48.60]My mind is haunted, filled with the extension of slaves that's torment
[01:51.93]Slow down my steps, one foot from the grave to con it
[01:54.69]Our young black males, they lick pon gate
[01:56.76]Son of the morning, roasted souls, tell Minister "come pray"
[01:59.82]It's gun trade inside of smokey apar******ents
[02:02.25]Flow process, one nine, two tech, four revolvers
[02:05.61]Coke overballing kettels, it's like we struck oil in the ghetto's
[02:09.09]We supply it to addict's, the devil work
[02:11.46]He practice, he's like a search backwards
[02:13.56]Til they throw that dirt in our casket, and that's it
[02:16.47]I live where the fiends are nothin', just a scene of the projects, similar to
[02:20.67]Osama's
[02:21.24]An old man, at the top of the stairs, he just stare
[02:23.97]Cuz his mind ain't there, victim of the war
[02:26.40]Polar signs, the times is near
[02:27.96]He drop the jewels, til you buy him a beer
[02:30.00]He said he was a linebacker for the Bears
[02:32.19]Said he did it all back, while he's dryin' his tear
[02:35.04]Yeah, it's that real mother****er, that made me
[02:37.38]That music from the '80's, the child's of the '70's
[02:41.01]I live long til they bury me...