Rugged One - Cyajuana b**h! lyrics

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Rugged One - Cyajuana b**h! lyrics

People feel me cause I spit life, spit what I feel I guess it's true what they say, real recognize real I'm the savior of hip-hop, the missing link And it's so simple, I only write what I think Not an educated person, but I read a lot of books Wasn't born great a rap, just at writing hooks They call me double take, cause I make dudes shook And they girlfriends, always think I'm worth a second look Premier tier performer, my peers be warned You can call me a terrorist, cause I'm the bomb Quit playing thug, you couldn't live a day in my past You'd get filleted, or maybe just get raped in the a** But still I hear you talk tough, like you paid ya dues So how come when I was locked down, I never met you Must have been in P.C., with the rapists and rats Just stop talking, or else I'll put ya face in a cast Cyajuana b**h, we holding the key So put ya hands up, for the dopest emcees You're not close, you could get cooked like a pot roast We just chill, rap and get cooked off the pot smoke Were bringing microphones to life when there lifeless Resuscitate the hype … to make a sight for sore eyes You rely on your sidekick Too much for getting by We hold it down for hip hop .. cause true rap will never die True artists never lie … its not it our nature … I stare you in the eyes … I got a lot in my favour I turn number one contenders into ,,, nothing but pretenders Scared sh**less i end this When I cut em up in blenders Eventually you'll get it ,, but for now …I tell you how Its going down ..slow and painful till im holdin my crown .. On a mission of madness to take control of this town The only man without a soul when there's no one around There's not a thing on this planet .. known for slowin me down And not a man alive .. that wouldn't overload on the sound Of -Cyanide spit …applyin vice grips To serve your a** up on a side dish Like flied lice, b**h Cyajuana b**h…. always known to penetrate So put ya hands up, stand up and levitate You got a whack flow … youll get burned like crack bowls We stick to our own were not concerned with you a**holes

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