[Intro]

Well this here is Ruffneck Reality here

And all Rudeboy [?]

Fire!

Waddup, Dialectrix, DJ 2Buck, alright

Shout outs to Pegz, rest in peace Hunter

Shout outs to MC [?], we gon' do it like this, yeah

[Verse 1]

D to the motherfucking

Trix in this bitch tryna get my tag it happening

With DJ 2Buck in it 'cos when you tagging me, you're tagging him

Add it in, mix it up, whatever back my spit

When I pickpocket in every style that a rapper gives

It's packing to the maximum I'm back to the

Have to put it to that it should be actually rappers

[?] figured it out, now, I'm on a couch slouched

[?] stopping my psychological meltdown

Because I got a confession: I fall to depression

From all the cause and effect from E to the war recession

Not to mention the attention from doctors and medics street

In my my son's life, like they actually wanted to end it

Wanted to send it straight up to heaven

Chillin' in God's presence, no solitary breath in

And man this life that I let I'll probably regret but

They say that I fucking rock like a paleontology fetish

Shout out to [?]

[?] for a punch line to help me moving forward

Star chameleon, picture ambition that's higher than helium

Feeling empowered, I ride and [?] on this beat

When I thrust in, then I eject, uh

I wreck, sir, whenever the Wish is Def, uh

Be in my ear like "checka checka check", uh

I'll make them cheeks shine like them reflectors

Nah, man, shit, just chilling

Spitting out a rhythm on the shit 2Buck's spinning

Sip a little liquor for that gritty sustenance

While I flip my middle fingers at our shitty government, but

Hold back now 'cos I'm all

In to the point, I gotta pick up my pen and let it rip

But I'm still rocking mics, while the rest are sucking dicks

So put the mic down when I'm coming onto the stage, [?] when I spit

[Verse 2]

Alright, once again, rest in peace Hunter

This one's for you, man

This is stress release welcome to my rest in peace

The death of my cousin means that I never sleep

McCartney state of mind let it be

With a drink that I flee to like a refugee

But my poisons ain't killing me softly

When I fiend an almighty high - god speed

Truth being the human being is not free

When they're tuned in to heaviness like drop D

Nu metal, new mortar, new concrete

Working like a slave pays for my boss feed

When I should be making you shake your cans like Dondi

But instead I'm the one that's shook - Mobb Deep

I've got to milk my music till I've got cream

Cause my sons eyes are 2Pac - on me

Looking if I've got the goods to raise him properly

Living up at 5th gear at top speed

'Cos my world is a war, peace is the obstacle

War is time, constant and unstoppable

Time is my enemy, limiting what's possible

But enemies are friends whenever they're unconquerable

That's what I'm telling you

If you don't understand, rewind it, say "yep" (yep)

You fit into a primitive mould

And you do what you're told, I'm living with a mischievous soul, it's like that

[Outro]

Alright, Joe New, you're up next, brother

I'm outta here, peace