| And he’s one of the greatest
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| His knowledge of a lot of shit is crazy
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| This is legendary (well, you know, I—)
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| Without further ado I’d like to introduce to the Combat Jack Show: R.A.
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| The Rugged Man! |
| Yeah!
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| I’m back, 500 shows and two babies later
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| Another classic album, the game-changer savior
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| For every fan who said my music saved their life, this is for you
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| Without the love from fans, I’d be dead, you saved my life, too
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| 'Cause I didn’t release an album, some thought that I maybe quit
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| But I was tourin' cities, payin' bills and wipin' baby shit
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| From the rotten core, pop imposters lock your door
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| Knock-knock, it’s hip-hop's most shockin' provocateur
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| Society despiser, grind of a violent viking fighter
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| Vibin' to the violence inside ya, the suicide survivor
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| Civilize a 85'er, mind of Malcolm and Elijah
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| Tiger-manimal hybrid, island of Dr. Frankenheimer
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| My umbilical cord was a bullet belt of ammunition
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| Rap master mission, battle system, savage tactician
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| But I been ban-barred, been scarred, lived hard
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| Why try? |
| Die hard, but I fight on and my pipe bomb
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| Was a icon in your iPod and your tape decks
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| Rape trainwrecks, and I break necks, I’m a rhyme god
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| Whether rappin' slow or rappin' fast
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| I’m back at last with a masterclass
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| From double time to boom-bap, I gotta switch the form
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| Go from battle raps to club records, to politics, to porn
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| Not the snitchin' gossipin' blog era of TMZ
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| I’m from the olden golden era, home of EPMD
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| We run planets, you cunt maggots smoke dust and puff xanax
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| Pussy pink hair snitchin' mumble-mouth drug addicts
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| You fiddlesticks checker-playin, amateur spectator
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| I’m a Garry Kasparov grandmaster chess player (go go go go go)
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| Need to get ahead, get a record in demand
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| Rugged never ran, get a better plan, better dead a man
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| Schizophrenia, mind in prison, the existentialist nihilism
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| When I flow and go in and I’m rope on the men
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| You see Mussolini body blow in the wind
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| With the Damien devil, the omen of sin
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| Is Mao Tse Tung, Ho Chi Minh, murdering holy men
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| Rippin' the mic 'til I’m dead in the grave
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| I’m the best in the world, I get better with age
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| And I dedicate it to my son and my daughter
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| Recorded this album for every supporter
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| This for those that admire fire flows and bars
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| This not a fashion show, clothes, money, hoes and cars
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| When my pen touch paper, pages feel violated, shook
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| I #metoo'd my notebook, the speech creep, the known crook
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| I’m from the murder era when O.J. |
| was acquitted
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| Before oversensitive triggered little bitches existed
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| The bloody ape, lowlife, die-rugged legend never died
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| Welcome back to R.A. |
| The Rugged Man, Part Five
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| …but here you are, you’re this golden child, dude
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| You got this crazy deal, y-you're crazy talented
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| I have mental problems, man. |
| I was mentally ill in the 90s, man
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| It was true, you know? |
| And I cleaned up my act |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song All My Heroes Are Dead (The Introduction) , by - R.A. The Rugged Man. Song from the album All My Heroes Are Dead, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп