Chains(Explicit) - R.A. the Rugged Man

Feat
Killah priest masta killa
Let it flow
Deh deh duh
Yeah
It's on
Beh deh deh deh
Den e neh
On
Yo
Aiyo
Keep on knowin' what you know
Keep on knowin' what you know
End up
Up
Up
In chains
Chains
Chains
Back in '88
Son was gettin' a little paper
Caught a few stings
Rocked the phat rope cables
Pushed the white mercury sable
Known for holdin' heat
Pharoah garmer marks on his feet
Serpents whisper
You can smell the deceit
They greet me like peeps
To blend
And try to befriend
To get up
Underneath the skin
My long wind'll blow ya head piece degrees
Murder one team
Barcelini noodle had lean
Microphone fiend
Step into the rhythm
This is how I'm servin' them
No need for medic attention
I just murder them
Murder them
P***y
I just murder them
I'm a dip dip diverse
Socializer
I'm a hoof flat top rule
In eighty niner
They say rugged
By now
You should of at least blown
It's funny
I'm mad famous for being unknown
I'm just a dirty motherf**ker
They hate my guts
All I talk about is b***hes
And bustin' nuts
Yeah
I got a foul mouth
Yeah
I cuss too much
I'm just so ricky ricardo
Ri di cu lous
And I ain't got no fly whip
I still ride the bus
I got mitch blood green on the scene with us
Hospitable
Hitable
Cooler
Than jacob who criminal
Miracle
Lyrical
Take every syllable literal
Little riddle
Profitable
Visible
Iritibal
Little brittle
Pitiful
For so through little
You tickle
You typical
Yeah
I talk s**t
I'm cocky with it
It's hard for you to admit it
But I'm one of the best in it
My mind is haunted
Filled with the extension of slaves that's torment
Slow down my steps
One foot from the grave to con it
Our young black males
They lick pon gate
Son of the morning
Roasted souls
Tell minister come pray
It's gun trade inside of smokey apartments
Flow process
One nine
Two tech
Four revolvers
Coke overballing kettels
It's like we struck oil in the ghetto's
We supply it to addict's
The devil work
He practice
He's like a search backwards
'Til they throw that dirt in our casket
And that's it
I live where the fiends are nothin'
Just a scene of the projects
Similar to
Osama's
An old man
At the top of the stairs
He just stare
Cuz his mind ain't there
Victim of the war
Polar signs
The times is near
He drop the jewels
'Til you buy him a beer
He said he was a linebacker for the bears
Said he did it all back
While he's dryin' his tear
Yeah
It's that real s**t
That made me
That music from the '80's
The child's of the '70's
I live long 'til they bury me