Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gotta Be Dope, artist - R.A. The Rugged Man. Album song All My Heroes Are Dead, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 16.04.2020
Record label: Nature Sounds
Song language: English
Gotta Be Dope |
| Aw shit, one two — yo |
| Yo back up, nigga, back up — yo |
| The one in particular bringing the funk in the flavor the way that I rhyme |
| And I run a perimeter, speaking it funny, I’m beatin' 'em dumb, and I’m takin' |
| their life |
| And I be the one to beat 'em in a game of Scrabble, wonder why they thinking |
| that I’m ever so nice |
| And I be the one to never get caught up in a scandal, 'cause you know the FRO |
| just so precise |
| And what I be doing impossible, I’ma abolish like all of 'em when the button is |
| pressed |
| I give it the throttle, and all of you will not see tomorrow when it’s sudden |
| death |
| I be the one to give it all I got, I run it up into a speed to anybody tryna |
| copy, gettin' smacked |
| And then I’m ready for the battle, any moment, any minute |
| I’ma turn into a killer any second, I’ma snap |
| And I’ma get into a mood, and everybody better stay away or move |
| 'Cause anybody getting caught up in the show |
| And then I hit 'em with a strike, and then they bleeding on the floor |
| And then they gotta be aware that they was fuckin' with the FRO |
| And any minute I’m ready, spittin' the heavy and I’m deadly |
| I’m jetting, and I’ma make it on a setting of fast flow |
| Sending a lyrical melody, giving it a felony |
| Fuck is you telling me? |
| You better take your rap notes! |
| I’m gonna give it some breath from all of my rhyming and codes |
| I’m gonna give it some rest, but I deliver my best, time to let it be told |
| When I be spitting my best, I’m in an intricate zone |
| When I belittle your set, putting your riddle to rest |
| You’re not defying my flow |
| Yo, Long as I’m living, never be the end of the era, came with the vendetta |
| We keeping it 80s, I’m tougher than leather |
| The ladies are loving me, bigger and deffer |
| Like Peter the Piper, been picking the pepper |
| I get it to give it a cervical injury |
| Kickin' the walls when I lived in the uterus |
| Fetus removing and doin' the stewardess |
| The Cooker, The Butcher, Vanilla Magilla Gorilla the villain the criminal killa' |
| Attila the Hun with the gun, the menace to the public |
| I’ll pummel a puppet, political pundit |
| The better the battle, the inability to meddle with the better veteran |
| The heroin, the medicine, the venom with the menacing |
| A regiment of better men, they better get 'em in the tenement |
| I hit 'em in the head again |
| And Lennon with the Beatles singing 'Let it be', the legacy |
| The enemy to 'live a little', bit and when I hit 'em |
| With the minigun: the penalty to get them beheaded |
| The son of zebedee with the negative energy identity |
| They wanna get rid of us, I get it keeping it coming, the vigilante |
| Get it the medical, the beat’ll be drumming |
| Gimme the record, the sicker the wigga deliver the gunnin, militant in the |
| beginning with the military bucking |
| Did a SHINING, THE KILLING the kid’ll be another Kubrick |
| And he givin' the KILLER the Kiss, diggin' the dick in the ditch |
| Livin' to resist, it a be a liberty, a genie givin' it a wish |
| Fuck the gibberish gibbery fast rappin' too quick |
| What happened to the boom bip, what you think you a Fu-Schnick? |
| You in the ocean with sharks, I’m Moses closing ocean parts |
| I’ll burn you like Joan of Arcs, I sit you down like Rosa Parks |
| Gotta be dope-dope |
| Afro |
| Gotta be dope-d-d-d-d-d-dope |
| All Flows Reach Out |
| This is Rugged man himself y’all, R. A the Rugged Man |
| Got-got-got-gotta be dope-dope |
| Ja--Ja-Ja-Jazzy Jeff on the cut |
| And I’m R.A. |
| The Rugged Man mixed with Sean Price |
| GZA, mix Rakim, Kane, Pharoahe Monch, I bomb mics |
| Puba, Sadat, Jamar, Tip, Ali and Phife |
| Naughty By Nature, Treach, Chip Fu, Chubb in each line |
| I’m G Rap in his prime, with each track devoured |
| So ease back when I rhyme or be blasted coward |
| He ready to get in the brawlin' and boxin', I’m calling the shots as top MC |
| And up on this beat, it’s R and FRO, we Rocky and Apollo Creed! |
| The lyrical attack in the Attica prison |
| Genetics, eugenics, a Gattaca vision |
| A Hindu Ramanujan, mathematician |
| I’m cooking the heat up, I’m back in the kitchen |
| I’m Super Lover Cee, Steady B, Heavy D |
| Like the MCs Schoolly D, and Just Ice, and Ice-T |
| The illa' tomorrow Gonzalo Pizarro |
| No beg or borrow, the gold, El Dorado |
| Dillinger in Chicago, the Kilimanjaro |
| The Mister Mxyzptlk, the villain Bizarro |
| The high octane, the rain of Mozart brain |
| The end game of Sharpe pain, the pen game of Mark Twain |
| Go |
| This is the Rugged Man-Rugged Man |
| Gotta be dope |
| Th-th-th-th-th-th-this is the Rugged Man-Rugged Man |
| Jazzy Jeff on the cut-cut |
| This is the Rugged Man-Rugged Man |
| Gotta be dope |
| This is Rugged man himself y’all, R. A the Rugged Man |
| Got-gotta-gotta be dope-dope-dope-dope-dope |