They used to call me Bobo, man [J-Zone scratches] R.A He's rugged! Alright friends, on your feebles [R.A.- Verse One] Yo, see how they go, hip hop R-A-Hay-Ohh I'm a Special Ed. student, with an A+ flow Used to call me Bobo, Buzzbee Burbley Bronson,?, Disco Derby I'm a modern day Ozzy Osbourne Bitin bats heads off and bustin nuts in your pop corn Wonderin how this ugly motherfucker got on The whole white trash nation, rock rock on Now wait a minute, let's bring it back a little bit When you first started rappin, you was all on my dick Yeah, you went multiplatinum, but you bit my shit What you rappin is my life, you ain't live that shit See all the others say I'm twisted, and I'm over the edge I'ma whole crew they stay? off, and stick in their heads Sledgehammer, break pay phones, still calling Stay out the trouble, stay home, Rugged Man, J-Zone [Chorus-R.A. sings] Here we come from Suffolk County and you might not heard about me but we poor [It's time for a showdown, between you and I] You might not wanna be about me cause the shit's bout to get rawdy cause we brawl [If we gonna do war, fuck 'em up fat] Here we come from Suffolk County and you might not heard about me but we poor [Come on sucker, let's get on] You might not wanna be about me cause the shit's bout to get rawdy cause we brawl [? fuckin for troubles, cause we're gonna give it to ya] [R.A.- Verse Two] The way we recreate shit, Rugged Man We don't make hits, we stay broke, sleep, fuck sluts and take shits (Ah-Ah) And roll with the real life whores that appreciate dicks Fuck they asshole, dick full of shit, taste bitch It's easy to criticize me for being so vowel It's worst when you lookin down a shotgun bubble (BANG!) They say, "Rugged Man, he can't keep no deal His mental, I like the way being broke feel" I'm at the homeless shelter, for nigling three meals I'm like Buster Keaton, N.W.C. fields I'ma die broke, no success When I'll, die I'll chocked up, jerkin off like Inxs Now wait, this is the place where stars are born Strictly business, too potholes in my lawn Uzi weights a ton, public enemy #1 Don't you dare sleep on the spot that we come from [Chorus-R.A. sings] Here we come from Suffolk County and you might not heard about me but we poor [It's time for a showdown, between you and I] You might not wanna be about me cause the shit's bout to get rawdy cause we brawl [If we gonna do war, fuck 'em up fat] Here we come from Suffolk County and you might not heard about me but we poor [Come on sucker, let's get on] You might not wanna be about me cause the shit's bout to get rawdy cause we brawl [? fuckin for troubles, cause we're gonna give it to ya] [R.A.- Verse Three] Yeah, it's true motherfuckers, I'm alive and shit The mainstream motherfuckers, tryin' to hide my shit You hate a man's rap flow, I invented that shit You see hoes on stage show, I invented that shit They say I could have been, but I never been That's bullshit, I'm a underground rap letterin I'm like get-get-get-get, get off my dick I'm the wrong kid you don't wanna fuck with Call me Big Dog, Mr. Crustified Dibbs When I think to all the devious things I did This is a hold up, catch your ass all? up Bitch drink cum, when this fat fuck roll up Yeah, six million ways to die, choose one True hoodlum, true?, I'm the sequel Fuck Mandingo, you can call me drum Stupid dumb, Long Island hoodlum [Chorus-R.A. sings] Here we come from Suffolk County and you might not heard about me but we poor [It's time for a showdown, between you and I] You might not wanna be about me cause the shit's bout to get rawdy cause we brawl [If we gonna do war, fuck 'em up fat] Here we come from Suffolk County and you might not heard about me but we poor [Come on sucker, let's get on] You might not wanna be about me cause the shit's bout to get rawdy cause we brawl [? fuckin for troubles, cause we're gonna give it to ya] [Scratches] R.A He's, He's rugged Fuck 'em up fat

Yo, my brain deformed put in proper thoughts Ride through with no shoes and soccer shorts Show up on horses with tomahawks and I slap my dick out like I'm the boss AK, Ak Miller, hot rod, hot with it I'm a Milk D top biller, Ice T cop killer King Kong, Godzilla, not filler Not thriller, I'm a rap bacteria salmonella I'm Jack The Ripper lurking in the dungeon 1888, midnight in London They flabbergasted by the rappin' bastard With the rap to match it and the track to back it Won't let me in the place if they got a dress code I'm the great dictator Chaplain with a globe When I'm on the cunt fuckin' other chicks sex mode When I cum gun power on my dick explode Like, nobody can do it like that rugged man can do it Old school, busy bee symphony, bring it back Canada, missy me, gold chain, Mr T, little bit of history Hit 'em wiggy-wiggy jam, Chilly B go to Philly, Vinnie P Like self depracation, selfish envy Bring heat to the devil and he'll respect me I live my life in a hellish frenzy 'til I'm dead on the toilet like Elvis Presley Got a hand grenade living in the land of the brave With the land of the slave from the man from the cave I'm Louis Prima just a jiggalo with the fedora hat, quick to diss a hoe Like Mr Snowden, let the whistle blow Joe Piscopo with the vicious flow, all systems go I mean all night long All night long I mean all night long All-all night long I mean all night long All-all night long Would I want you to ride me Like my back ain't got no home Yo, mothership party like '99 and Prince signed at a time, better rise and shine Put a blind mind in a box made of pine Combined time and Iron Mike in his prime Like my mind designed for crime, rhymy-rhyme I'm old school Jimmy Dean at the Five and Dime, rewind Old School slang like a hock-a-loogie I pop the chulie, I rock the groupie Hopped out the room and I slapped the coochie Cocaine, heroine, John Belushi You're keeping your wife home, she living in misery Spinning your bitch on my dick chicken rotisserie Wulu dictator, Haitian papa doc, underground G rap, not Rihanna slop You Madonna pop, not beyond hip-hop I am pumpkin head, I am Scott La Rock Better get a grip This a better pick than the evil rhetoric, can I get a hit? Hit 'em with a predicate, dirty derelict, Linda Blair Heretic, I can flip it fast and then slow down a bit That other rapper flow is counterfeit, power trip I'ma show you motherfuckers how to spit It in the television, never givin' better, livin' hell of givin' Never listen', segregation and division, demolition of religion Poison in the medicine your sippin' get in where you fit in Chronies in terrorism, mission to send it from a political nepotism or Alien premonition is you getting the vision Call me Mr Poe, all systems go I mean all night long All night long I mean all night long All-all night long I mean all night long All-all night long Would I want you to ride me like my back ain't got no home Richard Andrew, what you gonna do when you get out of jail? I'm gonna have some fun time-time Club rocking a hot tub with a hot slut 'Til my cock pop up and the Glock got tucked, champagne popped up and I got love potluck, like I never got locked up, Big John slut kickin' It live, dippin and dive Flippin' the pies bringin' demise, minimalize Living the lives, killing the wives, bigger the prize Burn book, censor flick censorship, forward march, start the engine, let it rip Go

Any time, any day You can hear the people say That love is blind Well, I dont know but I say love is kind Soldier boy kisses girl And leaves behind a tragic world But he won't mind 'Cause he's in love and he says love is fine Oh yes, indeed we know That people will find a way to go No matter what the man said "And love is fine for all we know For all we know, our love will grow" That's what the man said So won't you listen to what the man said? He said Ah, take it away Oh yes indeed, we know That people will find a way to go No matter what the man said "And love is fine for all we know For all we know, our love will grow" That's what the man said So won't you listen to what the man said? He said Oh yes indeed, we know That people will find a way to go No matter what the man said "And love is fine for all we know For all we know, our love will grow" That's what the man said So won't you listen to what the man said? Woah! The wonder of it all, baby The wonder of it all, baby The wonder of it all, baby Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Jedi Mind Heavenly Divine Steadily shine Ikon the fucking Hologram Yo, yo, yo, yo Another sacrificial lamb That died at the hands of Hologram Sent him into the dungeon and bludgeoned his fuckin' clan Holy lamb Who spit the live shit The do or die, Illadelph Jedi Mind shit The hot shit Live raps crack your jaw Like who's the avenger and who's at the center of war I left a scar So your crabs would overstand Mental will dent you and send you to a holy land Lawnmower man Sharp blades slash your vitals Recitals will fight you and entice you to burn Bibles Homicidal A Hologram burn churches Murders by stickin' a crucifix through your cervix Divine purpose, for the Remi that's in my thermos My brain is evil stick you with needles that's hypodermic You heard the verdict I'm with Allah 'cause he chose me Broke into the Vatican, strangled the Pope with his rosary What, what, what Jedi Mind Heavenly Divine Steadily shine in '99 What, what MC's face terror wherever my sound's audible Banned from third world portals, battle mortals, and slaughter you Seen inside the visions of beyond The dwellings of the Om Existing in Islamic pantheon Flows got degrees all my clothes got the scent of trees I lay back and blow sax like Kenny G Power blast wacking my path devour fast I leave you with the grain of sand in life's hourglass Devise your spell Make demons rise out of hell Grab you by your lapels and rob you of your outer shell You feel the ill dire who sire in hellfire I launch writers Put your jaw on a Gauze wire Jedi swordsman give rappers a foul fortune Science to contortion your body into a coffin Insane damage is done, you fuckin' with the army We beat your skull to the shape of a wet bag of laundry What, yeah, yeah Yo, the gods are rhymin, they're traumatizin' Your feel poetic, law of the titans We like a fuckin' bolt of lightning The three wise men We at levels that defies men Watch out for fake heads deviled disguised men Arriving from the dawn and spawned with ill forms Battle leave you dead in the womb like stillborns The master herein The ominous, the master spirit Can't understand the language of rappers with bad lyrics Ikon the python Rappers are left strangled I overlook the Earth 'cause I see it from sun's angle Above the clouds We sit high and we daze, write a page, on how your enslaved to worldly ways Islamic marksmen Seeing the squad then... ... could be your fatal mistake Like the first sins of Adam in the garden You feel sorrow, I'm projected as god Apollo Explore realms, you left too confused to follow Invite your town to absorb the sniper rounds Illadelph, Shamballah, nigga stayin' underground What! Mothafuckers!

(Verse 1) VINNY PAZ Yall mother fuckers woke a demon up The bullets splatter through your spleen and guts The whole click duckin they PO, they need to pee in cups We murder shit like everything the Europeans touch I dont even talk to mother fuckers that could lead the trust We on our D and devils only deal with greed and lust Feed an elephant with bear hands and take his lead and tusks Anytime you hear a cop was murdered best believe its us Jus Allah load the glock put em in norweigen dust I aint i sucka i was born with hercules in us Strangle snakes, dangle grapes fed by European sluts Yall know where to come to when you need the fuckin trees and dust Ayo D? i need by? these fucks I got the power to devour trees, seas and such I got the power thats the caliber of jesus touch It dont matter the caliber i proceed to rush Vinny on a whole nother algebra than the Greeks could touch (Verse 2) D MAZ Let me tell you lil somthin bout a nigga named Maz Look in his eye you could see the evil if you high You could notice a little nigga thats eager for the sky Behind bars scarred like jesus when he died (when he died) Nigga i was in the hole for a whole 6 months gettin high off the reefer thinkin why Im with the roachs and rats hopeless and? line and line and the hole in the crack Nigga i was in the hole tryin gettin my back, niggas snitchin and Ceo tryed gettin my bag But i dont give a fuck about a snake or a fag a hater id rather see Adolph paid off, laugh This is real life fuck gettin paid off rats And sellin my soul to the devil gettin paid off rappin Mozerade, Maz, Pazienza clap boys? back man you still screamin duffle bag boys (Verse 3) Jus Allah I have lived a century Ive tapped into my 6th sensery I am a potential enemy My entire inner chemistry, every inch of me, is divinity Unequivically supremacy I am undesired energy Sends friendly, sends empty Show the prince of peace no clemency Give him an extremety of insensitivity Let his kid and ministry witness his disassembly I just lost sufference, undestructive, unproductive, tussid Not much substance, thuggage Above judgement Unaware of any error of delt Where it counts im a fair amount of paramount I am body a monopoly of ungodly The? My apology, arrid, insencarity, carity, buried generic its hilarity

Jedi Mind Tricks Miscellaneous Rise Of The Machines [Mike Tyson] I was gonnna rip his heart out, I'm the best ever I'm the most brutal and most vicious and most ruthless champion There's ever been My style is impetuous, my defense is impregnable And I'm just ferocious, I want your heart! I wanna eat your children, praise be to Allah! [Vinnie Paz] They call me Kublain Khan, ready for war with a Ruger 9 I'm ready with a machete for Rudy Giulian I'm ready for anybody who want war Y'all ain't nice with the hands you can't brawl You can't stall, we hold the black horses I'm runnin' up in ya church to smack crosses You lack rawness, you lack passion You couldn't make it through war without rations You just a homosexual; I stick the gay rights movement To meet you and then I'm testin' you Rhymin' 'bout flowers 'n shit And poets on the mic for twenty hours 'n shit I'm housin' ya shit; Shuttin' ya f**kin' mic off Snatch ya f**kin' poetry book and then kick the dyke off Set the fight off, show 'em what real rap is Real rhymes, real beats and real clappers And we blast until cover Make you see murder [C-Murder] like Master P' brother (Yea, what's the deal baby, yea, free Ras Kass, feel me) [Chorus Stoupe]x2 "C'mon, let 'em know it's us when we come on" "While real MC's and DJ's are a minority" "Power, down goes another rapper" "Make way, 'cause here I come" [Ras Kass] Yea, yo, yo, yea, f**k it When I spit it get shitty like the teeth of Mike Bibby Live from nowhere keep the west coast with me like J-Kidd Slay chicks if she pretty, only fugitive you know slay chicks To be Diddy No system electricity, spine the mind with it Tryna go 50/50 with my Billboard's check Like 800 first week, 800, 000 the next They put on the cover of the Vibe I just might flex Na, I'm too lazy, with hennessy and hoes But I bench pressed the trigger of a four pound though Hit enemies with rolls for money shows and clothes F**k bank rolls, I'm yellow gold with incredible flows My homies sellin coke, 'cause nothin' love nobody Said he like the free spirits with slugs to plump your body 'Til you shrug and flop like Vlade Divac Paint picture perfect, inside rockin' the b-bop We not confused, raps the nigga news Each rhyme a "Minority Report", f**k Tom Cruise Adversity my muse, that's why I make mus-ic Transmit SARS, it's 20 bars as you spit [Chorus Stoupe]x2 "C'mon, let 'em know it's us when we come on" "While real MC's and DJ's are a minority" "Power, down goes another rapper" "...Make way, 'cause here I come"

[Feat. Demoz] [Verse 1:] I'm the ape in the cage getting more amazing with age AKs and grenades, matter fact I slay them with blades They blatantly gays, faggots in berets in parades And see my team is unbeatable, the stadium stage Basically crazed, walking circles pacing for days I'm basically dazed and lost inside a Satanist maze Face the brigade, I hate you and I pray you get AIDS I go hard on hard beats, y'all too lazy to shave Too lazy to bathe and so y'all hate on the god I'm sick of y'all eating off the same plate as the god Y'all could never build or even conversate with the god You shooting guns off, I would bomb a nation for God (I'm a suicide bomber) y'all don't want no confrontation with God Y'all are swine-eaters, that's abomination to God So put some faith into God The objective is to conquer fucking Satan with God [Chorus:] I think we got a problem, take me out this fucking column See all these phony actors, I don't like these phony rappers Fuck all the story telling, I don't like these phony fables You niggas sound like cable, fuck you and your fucking label I think we got a problem, Vinnie Paz a fucking problem Masterati I'm a problem, Jus Allah's a fucking problem Criticism from critics but we don't fucking care All we hear is the drum beat and a fucking snare [Verse 2:] All I got is too much hate, not enough love Too many plates, not enough grub too many snakes in the grass I gotta kill one cause the gun ain't got enough slugs Body under the belt, not enough blood Shotty under the shelf, not enough slugs Yous a bitch you ain't gon do shit suck a dick Cause I been had your bitch in the lobby on drugs I ain't no plug, I ain't no snitch I ain't no blood, I ain't no crip Motherfuckin hood where I be everyday You don't like me come see me nigga I ain't no bitch ? For the last man damn man You could be the man what they said So I focused on the damn plan Face straight like adjusting a handstand Used to be shy now I'm focused like a hand can Demoz say hello to the sand man Gun pop, good god where your man layin See that bitch right there with the damn tan Couple shots put the bitch in the damn van Take her home put her in the zone Dick like an L she gon put it to the dome Wack DVDs all these niggas in the streets Showing niggas where they live and their fridge and their chrome chrome Nigga please, do you really think I'm gonna show a motherfucking nigga where I live at Jeopardize where my wife and my kids at Come home find my young bull kidnapped Nigga hit that L that you had cause you motherfuckin crazy if you think I will Pistol Gang to the day I hang When I see my death I'm gonna keep it real [Chorus:] I think we got a problem, take me out this fucking column See all these phony actors, I don't like these phony rappers Fuck all the story telling, I don't like these phony fables You niggas sound like cable, fuck you and your fucking label I think we got a problem, Vinnie Paz a fucking problem Masterati I'm a problem, Jus Allah's a fucking problem Criticism from critics but we don't fucking care All we hear is the drum beat and a fucking snare [Verse 3:] You should make peace before we pull the peacemakers I don't want the streets waking up the sleeping neighbours I don't want police pacing up the streets later But the killing has me feeling like a teenager Sign your soul over, here's a blank piece of paper I'll fill in the details, you can read it later We should keep in contact, I may need a favour It's not breach in contract, no releasing waivers It's slavery and cheap labour, it's a decent bargain It's monopoly, I'm landing on free parking It's blood out here gotta keep my teeth sharpened Gotta keep cream, gotta keep a green garden You doing everything you can just to keep from starving I'm Rastafarian and partying, usually with more than one darling It's disheartening, bitches know I ain't Romeo or Prince Charming