Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ruggedness, artist - Dilated Peoples. Date of issue: 23.11.2009
Song language: English
Ruggedness |
| I bring High-towers like Ron |
| Til my powers are drawn |
| Then let raw surges like cubes of Energon |
| Which Judas emcee ??? |
| double-cross like Exxon |
| I put a hex on, science needed to catch wrecks gone |
| The mic’s a wand so when I rap you see stars |
| Kicking lines in your face that’ll make you see bars |
| Incarcerated, increasin' heart rate like a novice |
| Gettin' faded and today’s your start date |
| The stage is getting flooded and your ass is shark bait |
| Cuz you’re bleeding |
| You are transmitting but I’m not receiving |
| I used to be in 3D now I’m 4D like? |
| fairlane? |
| Iristyle be high and pressurized like an airplane |
| Trained I’m precise to make the crowd tingle |
| You finally get to kick it and miss like Ray Finkle |
| All righty then, spin emcees like frisbees |
| And got verbal animation on lock like Walt Disney |
| «The ruggedness, the ruggedness» (8X) |
| Yo, my rhymes are always up to par with the chorus |
| Chop rappers down like trees in the rain forest |
| If hip-hop was baseball I’d win the Cy Young |
| For throwing raps more harder than pitches by Nolan Ryan |
| Right down the center I enter like The Dragon |
| With fire in my eyes watch the thermometer rise |
| Intellectual battle rhymer in cadence to the millisecond |
| In consecutive (s) victories with ease (back to back) |
| Hey, you ain’t Ultramag — seckle with the Ego Trippin' |
| And you ain’t De La — seckle with the Ego Trippin' Two (too) |
| Dilated People ripping crew kids students that are truant |
| I get up in minds like Xavier’s in mutants |
| While you should get smart about chaos and *control* |
| Your style is *old* with no *soul* like Bob *Dole* |
| Even seeming simpletons like Clinton are rhoades scholars |
| My style is seldom seen like the ??? |
| on the ??? |
| Yes |
| I swarm like insects, I get wreck when in sex |
| My rhymes shine like windex |
| From index to-uh glossary (glossary) |
| Front to back cover to cover |
| When the snare cracks over the phat track, I hover |
| On hydroplane like tires on ice |
| Yo I break it down to the raw elements like rice |
| My 4−4 hits lethal to your jaw, without one flaw |
| I represent ??? |
| like ??? |
| I roll like Nyquil put heads to bed (good night) |
| No lead, straight up gems in my toolshed (thats right) |
| I grab a few and a couple more for backup |
| Some slow raps for new jacks for when they speed the track up |
| Don’t let me pull the pin at the sport your in |
| You better play the opposite of a terrapin |
| The air we in’s too thin for the both of us to win |
| You test me the in the day and then I eat you up for dinner |
| Ruggedness |
| Yes |
| Dilated, Dilated |
| Nothing less |
| Dilated, Dilated |
| Yes, yes |
| Soulbrothers, mad sweet |
| Yes, yes |
| Nothing less … |
| «The ruggedness, the ruggedness» |