TheRuckus featuring TheRuckus!
Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 3:03 am
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/
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/