[Verse: R.U.I.N.]

Yo, you don’t know what the hassle brings/

I’m on fire! But I’m low on gasoline/

My words sting like killer bees/

This is epic like the Lord of the Rings Trilogy

Like I said, I’m ready to dominate/

No weak punches, never call it a day/

All in my way/ just move/

The problem ain’t that I don’t give an F, it’s that I do/

Chasing this imaginary crown/

But the only thing that scares me is my frown/

Whining how/ I wanna B.B. the King

I came out new/ with a tongue split in two/

Otherwords, I came out of the blues/ surprise/

With sharp words that will bring your demise/

My war with rhymes/ you shook/

The problem ain’t that I can’t kill you but that I could/ look/

At the direction, the wind is taking/

Resilience proves I’m vindicated/

Take it up a notch, buffoons/

Cause I don’t buy the hard disc, anymore, cause ITune/

Out! Garbage, don’t get started kid/

Black Eyed Peas said ‘Let’s get retarded’ then they did! /

They float like a butterfly, sting like a

Bee/ I’ma bee, I’ma bee, I’ma bee (fart noise)/

I brought the news/ taught the truths/ while you cop

The shoes/ my style is caught in a noose/

You’re one track minded, my thoughts in twos/

Hip-Hop is like Nascar, you stop you lose/ Crash!

Thieves only kill and destroy/

I’m the owner with skill cause I give life and a voice/

Forget the chorus/ this is important/

I’m like mothers whose kids got aborted/

I hate the ladies with the picket signs/

That say “Pro-choice” cause I didn’t get mine/

For each child that died in my stomach/

I’m going to bring that skill times a hundred/

Cause my fruitful mind is in abundance/

Cry me a river, I’ll cut some onions/

I wrote these bars like it was nothing/

This is the come back of the ugly duckling/

Life handed me lemons, so I made a pie/

Then lemon juice, then I ate the rinds/

Even the trash I use is redemptive/

So your laughter was but a brief second/

You still lost?/ I’ll give my argument a

Crucifix just to get my point across/

One man’s trash is another treasure/

Your treasure is my trash, I know it’s clever/

Leave heads severed/ I’ve never/ been good at

Math, so I can’t calculate forever/

Hear that I’m sad yet always rejoicing/

Poor yet I’m made rich through what the noise bring/

That I have nothing, yet possess all things/

Gone for the win, with God’s strong reach/

This long speech, shows that I’m tough till the end/

Now, let the buzz begin/