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Ruffer the Kutz
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Ruffer the Kutz was released on May 13, 2008 by Serious Knock Entertainment as a part of the album The Essentials
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Release DateMay 13, 2008
LabelSerious Knock Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM96

Credits

Lyrics

Contact, contact
Contact, contact
Fala Raw, Vertigo
Yo, yeah
Concentrated, formulated, created and illustrated
Sucker **** tend to hate it, debate it, can never make it
Take it, rip it in the blink of a thought like Tomahawk
Slayin' **** like I do it for sport, holdin' my court
Pressure cook 'em 'til they tender and soft, my holocaust
Leave 'em sleepin' with the fishes of course, dick and frost
Jettin' past, all you feel is the breeze, zero degrees
Lapin' **** and I slow up my speed to watch 'em freeze
Standin' still with that look on your grill, you never ever
Wanna tangle with a **** with skill and that's for real
If it ain't about the beats and rhymes, it ain't shit
"The rougher the cuts, the rougher the rhyme gets"
Yo, cybergenics, I'm robotic with this, it's automatic
Never question what you don't understand, now who the man?
Pole position, now you eatin' my dust, light 'em up
Must bust like Trinity and Clutch, now what the fuck
Do you want? All you get is the dick, now who you wit'?
Pump your fist if you feelin' the real, you know the deal
If it ain't about the beats and cuts, it ain't shit
"The rougher the cuts, the rougher the rhyme gets" (Yeah)
Semi-automatic contact, leave the complex
In a bike, fright night, we lock on sight
Rugged right, too tight, the hardcore type
From a one-way invite to mic fight
Bring it on, beats on my flow hell storm
Grip a mic, you stay warm, son, you dead wrong
Like a lowlife snake in the grass, I bust ass
Better think fast, non-stop and never last
It's a word war, you, me, I can't wait
Disintegrate your mind state to dust state
Fake fuck, runnin' amok, you talk tough
Take a quote from the great O.C., your time's up
If your DJ ain't live enough, you ain't shit
"The rougher the cuts, the rougher the rhyme gets"
Yo, my word's the hot butter that will melt over wax
My attack cracks your back from the verbal impact
Bodies flat, left in stacks, mangle mics in your DACs
You slack act, in fact, many fall in the trap
Killer rap, lock and clamp, pressure cookin' your camp
Fala Raw blast the amp, let 'em know who the champ
Yo, if it ain't about the beats and cuts, it ain't shit
"The rougher the cuts, the rougher the rhyme gets"
"The rougher the cuts, the rougher the rhyme gets"
"The rougher the cuts, the rougher the rhyme gets"
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