Renaissance 2.0 by R.a. The Rugged Man
One-two, one-two, girl you could hear me? one-two, turn me up
[Verse 1: Hell Razah] I've been a threat since Benetton Gazelles in Valleys The Icon in graffiti in the Brooklyn Alley Touch hearts of the Pharaohs in the Egypt Valley My Engineer can't see me 'cause the booth is cloudy Still rowdy even though we in BM's and Audis Lookin like black Saudis in black Denalis I'ma terrorist attack when I get on the track If I'm ridin' shotgun, I need one in my lap I adapt in any habitat, a BK desert rat It's war, then we sendin' back bodies and gats Flip the white flag, homey it get worst than Iraq We know the CIA game was to frame us wit crack So each bar's more dope, heroin in my pen Got a ?Marvin? back robbin', head 'noddin again Who you shit on to get on top could make it pop in the end Who's the flop and what's hot got you locked in the Gym Tell Jacob I spit Jewels I could drop 'em a Gem And if he's lookin' for a Diamond I could hook 'em wit Timbs
[Hook: Timbo King] & (Hell Razah) I'm hip-hop before +Suger Hill+ signed a deal Before Studio 54 poppin' pills It was real when +Kool Herc+ worked the wills of steel Now we bring the game back into a New York field I'm hip-hop before +Suger Hill+ signed a deal Before Studio 54 poppin' pills I'm hip-hop - (since +EPMD+ +You Gots to Chill+) I'm hip-hop - (since +Bestie Boys+ +Licensed to Ill+)
[Verse 2: Tragedy Khadafi] Yo, I'm Christopher Wallace wit street knowledge Apostle of the project Speakerbox wit the G-Packs stuffed in a G's closest I'm tenement Buildings, cement streets, I'm British Walkers I'm scuff marks on your brand new Alize 5% Nation of Godbodies greetin' wit peace I'm raw like Kane, my lyrics are formed in solid rock Spit it hotter than '86 on drug infested blocks Last photo of 'Pac before his Beamer got shot I'm the Queens, one man Supreme Team Triple beam dream, microphone cream fiend Top five dead or alive, I'm so amazin' 2-5 costra nostra, heart of this culture The game ain't over I'm the truce troop war reporter, legal life stick you Against All Odds, not the ordinary shit you use to I'm C-Murder before the life sentence Predicate felons, homicide chasin' niggaz, hopin' over benches
[Hook: Timbo King] I'm hip-hop before +Suger Hill+ signed a deal Before Studio 54 poppin' pills It was real when +Kool Herc+ worked the wills of steel Now we bring the game back into a New York field I'm hip-hop
[Verse 3: R.A. The Rugged Man] Yes oh yes, I guess, suggest the rest you fess I'm Tribe Quest, I'm Moe Dee Wild West Treach, 40, Jazz Jeff, Slick Rick, I'm Doug Fresh I'm deaf, I'm Canibus before he met Wyclef Original, I don't bite I don't need nobody to GhostWrite Kool G Rap strike the Mic I Recite the type of hype That you like, I'm Sweetback I'm Uptown Saturday Night I'm Black Ceasar, I'm Rudy Ray Moore, Dolemite I'm an Assassin rappin' I'm Grand Wizard Theodore when he invented scratchin' I'm Wu-Tang, Killa Bee, epitome of Public Enemy Gamblin', Hustlin', like Smooth and Trigger be bitter, b Bums diggety-diggety, Das Literally, I'm Pun in the middle of Little Italy Didn't do diddly, gettin' me Listen to me I'm all good, I'm hood I'm Ice Cube before he turned soft and went Hollywood I'm Poetic from Gravediggaz I'm ODB, I'm Headquarters I'm Ted Demme, I'm Paul C If I ain't better than B.I.G., I'm the closest I'm Richard Pryor before multiple sclerosis I'm beef, I'm gold teeth, peace Mantronix, Stetasonic, Symbolic, Bambaata, Soul Sonic I'm Dre, the Chronic Melodic with logic Islamic A poverty prophet Economy robbery, cock it I probably properly droppin' It gotta be honesty Opposite a novelty, rock it I Herbie Hancock-it I'm Onyx Throwin' Ya Gun I'm Funky 4 + 1
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