TheRuckus featuring TheRuckus!

[The Gonz]

Why not? Fuck your bandwidth!

This shit's a hobby, but I do it for the right reason/
This avid flow is so natural, its like breathin/
Leave the mic steamin, but it doesn't require lighters/
I just inspire writers to cypher til the fire's brighter/
Tired of liars always trying to fit the image/
Quit the gimmicks, we just wanna see who spits the sickest/
The shit is scripted, but look what caused em to change/
Lost in the game, drawn to the fame like moths to a flame/

There ain't a force yet that can shake this war vet/
Unlace a corset with the grace of Corvettes/
Spray your four-plex, but when my stanza ends/
I've got a thousand words worth more than a camera lens/
I can't pretend, its spoken art composed of flow and charm/
So hot, frozen bars set off smoke alarms/

Subzero, Ruckus is colder than the arctic circle/
With the smarts of Erkel, bruise ribs til yer heart is purple/
This artist's words will leave a man cowered in fear/
The hour is here, time for some clam chowder and beer/

cruise in control, wipe with yer verse after i use the commode/
You aint crazy, just talkin nuts cuz there's family jewels in ya throat/'
Ice ya neck, no hype, Ruckus is precise with text/
I keep it raw, ziplock style so I'm nice and fresh/

silly faggot with yer lip balm cuz yer flows are dry/
Rhymes on overdrive, leave you punch drunk lookin for a sober ride/
You posers got it backwards, like trying to drink from a bong/
I'll leave yer cheeks split like my fist's a string of a thong/
Thinkin I'm wrong? these haters are all on my cock/
You could be a doctor, you still ain't callin the shots/
Fall from the top, this lyrical King of the Hill/
My verses are vaccines for any cats thinkin their ill/

I'm abnormal, the only asshole who acts cordial/
When Ruckus starts flowing, cats wish they had snorkels/
I lack morals, eat emcees down to the last morsel/
The crack whore of rap when it comes to wack oral/

Discovered my skills, it was serendipitous/
I'd fuck with you cats, but I'm scared of syphyllus/
Rarely spittin shit, came to share my wisdom with/
You wack fuckers complaining like you wear a clitoris/

Brew my flows with magic, darkened with alchemy/
On the balcony, watching Obama wonderin if Martin and Malcolm see/
Braved the elements, stood with grace and elegance/
150 years, blacks transformed from slaves to Presidents/

I go ballistic, the cat who's known to rip it/
Every move is ill, call it motion sickness/
The flow is wicked, I'm moving oceans with it/
Explosive like Iraqi roads and bridges/

I'm the new Jason, yer ER's gonna get a new patient/
Lookin disfigured like you have a genetic mutation/
But face it, Ruckus spits like some sort of obsession/
If I was a midget, I'd still drop nothin short of perfection/
I'm bored with the weapons so I switched to words/
Blasphemic, like I flipped the bird in a Christian church/
Shit's berserk, I never stayed with the flock/
Some say that I'm lost, but I'll be this way til I'm placed in a box/

Servin pints, Ruckus swerves through his urban grind/
I murder lines, you spit ill but every word's benign/
Your worth declines, I'm plottin for change/
But not in the same as Barack and McCain/

Ciphered the snuff, Ruckus dropping lines tighter than fuck/
Fire erupts from the block in which the writer is stuck/
Admired and loved, I've got no desire to bluff/
Ruckus is the bomb and you won't find where the wire is tucked/

Hold the rhythm? Kid, hold yer breath/
Your soul's possessed by wackness, it shows in text/
No respect for a cat who struggles to rhyme/
Got the muzzle in line, shatter yer skull and puzzle yer mind/

I'll keep it fresh without the use of preservatives/
Self defense is my excuse when I murder this/
Conservatives hate me cuz I foil their plans/
Droppin hot shit while yall just soil your pants/

I'm not tough, but I've got more brains than brawn/
Ruckus the Butcher, transforming beef into filet mignon/
Slayin songs, these biters keep abusin their teeth/
I'm a compulsive liar so daTruth is useless to me/

Get yer Eagle, cock and spray, what you got to say?/
Stop and pray, my M4 can hit you from blocks away/
Get shot today, run and gather yer heaters/
I'm on the rooftop with bullets that'll shatter yer femur/
500+ yards, I could hit you and you won't see/
If I miss, I've got the 249 ready to clear out the whole street/
You don't know me, witness the rhymes that my dome leaks/
Off the top I'm hot, givin you new rappers cold feet/
No need for 2 bars, I'll stretch the flow/
Put yer heads together, figure out who's next to go/

Here's yer dope, feelin my words like they're written in brail/
I smoke a wack rapper but I swear I didn't inhale/
Unmarketable, my skill isn't for sale, victims impaled/
I'm the boat with no motor and a rip in the sail/

No patience, 10 minutes and I'm feelin squirrely/
This scheme is dirty, hopin the bomb doesn't bust prematurely/
A demon's journey through a land of faith/
I stand and wait, mission complete, time for the planned escape/

Its pistol rhymin, manifest the sickest speech/
Destructive flow like tsunami waves that hit the beach/
So grit yer teeth, lock and load and blitz the streets/
I've smelled death many times but never sniffed defeat/

Money rollin hard like I threw it in a cement mixer/
Present scriptures, blowin heat like vent fixtures in dead winter/
The bread winner, all these dimwits wanna battle Ruckus/
I'll make your brightest ideas look like a shadow puppet/

Yer screen name suits you cuz yer a disaster with raps/
Don't spit about teaching when you haven't mastered the craft/
Knocked flat on yer ass, even if you split my guts/
It'd still be sick as fuck and you faggots would probably lick it up/
You're not ill, what kind of dope you on?/
Get a second opinion cuz yer doc diagnosed you wrong/

Mustard? If that's a compliment, I'll take what I get/
Cuz I know you reach for me when yer rhymes start tastin like shit/
I spice up the cypher and give it some flavor/
Rippin the haters with such exquisite behavior/
Save yer 5 mics, I'm precise with one/
I'm seeing double so lightin blunts will be twice as fun/
The righteous son, not a single line is forced/
Makin cats nervous like I'm diggin in their spinal cord/
Check the final score, y'all think the game is rigged/
I struck gold, you're still looking for a place to dig/
The lamest sig, your flows are lacking style/
Crack a smile for the wack rapper's bastard child/

Screw the drive thru, just do what I do/
Grab a knife, this is music to commit suicide to/
Slit wrists, corpse swings from the rafters/
Chicken soup for the racist soul, bring some "crackers"/

No thumpin them bibles, spittin nothin recycled/
You feel my rhymes like the recoil from the butt of a rifle/
Somethin delightful, just a surface scratch of my worthless raps/
Swallow swords and spit fire, but this ain't a circus act/
Just some off the dome shit, feelin lost and homeless/
Me and hip-hop go together like cops and donuts/
I drop the dopest, while you wack rappers eavesdrop/
I'm makin hits, you can't even land a cheap shot/

Snipe to aim, but you have no right to claim/
All you self-righteous lames think life is some type of game/
The price of pain is too high, an excuse for your cowards/
To pick up a gun and confuse it with power/

You won't even get coal, you'll get some carbon residue/
And I'm sorry if I spit bars that start upsetting you/
I'm a Martian, specialized in the art of letting loose/
Its hard to measure dudes but I know I'm yards ahead of you/

Abusin the site? Only when I'm refusing to write/
My delusions were right when I assumed you were useless in life/
Don't confuse this with spite, crews give this a look/
Cuz after I school you clowns, I'm charging tuition and books/

Ruckus drafts a blueprint, a map to success/
For the wackest of heads even if they're average with text/
A savage, stabbing your neck until I chop a nerve/
Drop a verse so deep the optics burst in ya binoculars/

Plenty of wisdom on tap, I reflect precision, in fact/
Accuse me of birthing wackness but the DNA isn't a match/
A prick in your back, epidural-style pokin yer spine/
Potent with rhymes compared to these fake gangsters posting online/

Open your minds, note my thought provoking designs/
Slow motion with rhymes like oceans frozen in time/
I'm closin the blinds on window shoppers and bitin intruders/
Losers, go choke on your lines with no Hiemlich manuever/

All this ass talk has Precise elevated and warm/
Your lust for the butts is celebrated with porn/
Seldom hated and scorned since the day I was born/
My brain is deformed, you can tell by the way that it storms/


Tony the Tiger, I'll frost this flake, glaze him like chocolate cake/
Tryin to make "cents" out of life like its pocket change/
Droppin flame, Ive got to say this dude is nice/
Have these rappers "crappin" like they were shootin dice/
Fuck it, I'll keep it wack, by nature we're not feelin yer flow/
You could rob Netflix, you still aint stealin the show/

Divine spits, look at this wack thinkin he rhymes sick/
He's blinded, I'll murder you, leavin yer Lines Timeless/
Leave you broke and bruised, yer lame and there's no excuse/
Quit dissin in cyphers and go work on that 0 and 2/

It's priceless, cats tryin to school me on rhymes and proper flow/
They don't believe I'm sick, but this is my doctor's note/
Block my posts cuz my antivirus deems it a threat/
Everything I drop is dope, like dealers fleeing the feds/

I heard ya Lotus, now come observe the dopest/
I'm so ill, cats don't fuck with me like they're germaphobic/
Served in doses, my focus is pollutin the cypher/
Killin my verse is useless, yer shootin through fire/
Loosen a tire, let this bandwagon slow to a halt/
A global assault, the goal is exposin yer faults/
Show them yer false, prove that yer phoney and fake/
Then hand you a gun, its yer only escape/

Let em feast on it, all you newbies you can teeth on it/
If Ruckus ever came soft, I'd let you go to sleep on it/
Fluff the pillows, the music seems soothin/
On or off the track, my train of thought keeps movin/
Like cheap booze I'm leavin these heads achin/
In the kitchen stirrin echoes like Kev Bacon/

Emerge from the fumes, Ruckus the servant of doom/
Murderin dudes, burstin thru wombs and convert em to tombs/
Persons nursin their wounds from the verses consumed/
Ruckus plays the game like an instrument thats perfectly tuned/

[Lotus]

No bs I'm gonna read this after I puff an l l8er.

Cuz I know this gonna be good.

[EvilJoey]

Lmao ...

Flow didnt work... but thats cuz this is ur Cypher shit so it shouldnt LOL

Some lines of strait fire in here For sure.


Its good.... some shit was deep.. some shit was funny.. and u had some sick multies in there.. made me laugh a bunch of times...

It takes skill to do those things.. but then add into the fact that half of that shit was You going off of what another person said.. and u still make it hot..


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Oh and Get ur yahoo workin so i can Get at you.

[Haz]

This Was Pretty Nice All Around
My Favorite parts We're The 2 Set's of Rhymes you Dropped first
just Felt Like The Multis We're Flawess
For All Cypher you Went bananaz , Think you And Precise Should Go At it.

Anyways Nice Shit Keep At It..

[The Gonz]

Yeah this is all cypher shit, feeding off the dude who posted in front of me. That's why it jumps from topic to topic, rhyme scheme to rhyme scheme.

[TreTru]

I saw alot of this shyt in cyphers homie..as far as i'm concerned
it's fire..your flow is steady and schemes always make to
me seriously..sik shit...if you did battle i'd feel sorry
for your adversary..haha
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I'll keep it fresh without the use of preservatives/
Self defense is my excuse when I murder this/
Conservatives hate me cuz I foil their plans/
Droppin hot shit while yall just soil your pants/


^^^^OH yeah i always thought this shit was funny as hell ^^^

[eMCee Havic]

that was a damn good read, lots of punches fucking long as hell.
it reminded me of thaT game shit 200 barrs

still some sick shit

[Alter Ego]

are u aware at how many trees will have to die if u ever decide to print this?



This shit was Nice tho Dog for sho

I meanz its sick as Hell


You won't even get coal, you'll get some carbon residue/
And I'm sorry if I spit bars that start upsetting you/
I'm a Martian, specialized in the art of letting loose/
Its hard to measure dudes but I know I'm yards ahead of you/

and teh blunts twice as fun line was nice too
with fire like this fuck the trees..


keep that coming ill peep ya again

[Lotus]

dude i think you're the most talented ive seen on this site... such depth and meaning... yet everythings... straightforward n easy to get with the way you set up your punches... flawless multi schemes, crazy good flow, and always keepin on topic in the verses.

Emerge from the fumes, Ruckus the servant of doom/
Murderin dudes, burstin thru wombs and convert em to tombs/
Persons nursin their wounds from the verses consumed/
Ruckus plays the game like an instrument thats perfectly tuned/

tight....

Brew my flows with magic, darkened with alchemy/
On the balcony, watching Obama wonderin if Martin and Malcolm see/
Braved the elements, stood with grace and elegance/
150 years, blacks transformed from slaves to Presidents/

You posers got it backwards, like trying to drink from a bong/
I'll leave yer cheeks split like my fist's a string of a thong/

lol^^

[The Gonz]

Well that's quite a claim. There's a lot of talent on this site but I have no problem accepting that compliment lol. Thanks for the feedback.

[Brah-Vo]

I didnt read all of it, but from what i did read i thought was pretty dope.
Always knew u were an up and coming dude on illest, and this just solidifies your position.
THough i'd like to see more of your versatility.
keep dropping

[Animul_Instinkz]

OMG i Love it!!!!!

[TreTru]

JUST GOOFIN OFF IN HERE...FIGURED THIS WAS WORTH UPPIN..

[K KiLLaH]

That shit is str8 sick

[-MenaCe-]

Word Nice Drop....