Lyrics F#8k Ruste Juxx - Ruste Juxx, Kyo Itachi

F#8k Ruste Juxx

Yeah
Alight, third- third take is the charm
Yo, from start to finish I diminish
The way I break a record put me in the book of Guinness
Smoking on spinach, knowing no limits
Rappers now-a-days whole style be a gimmick
But I’m so roy-ale, you could call me e-lite
All I do is win nigga, never face de-feat
On another plateau, got a low rat flow
Niggas heard a BOMBNA, thought I let my gat blow
Then they heard (duck down!) loud in the background
Brooklyn the Queens Bay area and back down
So swift, glide like wings on a eagle
Used to sell them hard white things to my people
Now I rock arenas, sold out stadiums
Pockets so thick, I can carry two ATM’s
Spectacular, simply marvelous
Indestructible nigga, who you know hard as this?
I heard a nigga say, «Fuck Ruste Juxx, that nigga ain’t shit.
(word) That nigga
ain’t shit.
That nigga ain’t shit.»
I heard a bitch say, «Fuck Ruste Juxx, that nigga ain’t shit
That nigga ain’t shit, that nigga name Vic.»
Back to the subject, all I do is wreck shop
You could get your leg, arm, chest, and your neck shot
Call me Robert Downey, because I pack that iron, man
When I let off bullets them bodies going to be flyin', man
I’ll be on my bullshit, diarrhea, feces
Too constipated, welfare free cheese
Flow so incredible, Bruce Banner style though
BaDa DaDa Dow!
Wipe off your smile
Old rat beef generator, ill style innovator
Acid on tracks, great beat disintegrator
Million dollar dreamin', billion dollar schemin'
About to make it 'cause I got a trillion dollar team in
Take money money is the motherfucking motto
Your head’s like a baseball glove catchin' hollows
That’s real talk, make no mistake about it
Killer cartel, ain’t nothing fake about it
I heard a nigga say, «Fuck Ruste Juxx, that nigga ain’t shit.
(word) That nigga
ain’t shit.
That nigga ain’t shit.»
I heard a bitch say, «Fuck Ruste Juxx, that nigga ain’t shit
That nigga ain’t shit, that nigga name Vic.»
Yo, bust a move while I crush the groove
Billy D’s slick nigga, but I’m just as smooth
Word to mother, I black out and merc some shit
I got your bitch, so I don’t need to jerk my dick
I got a plan on my mind, hand on my nine
Did a doctor mention you about the man on his grind?
Super duper dope rolled in a vanilla
Beast unleashed because I used to dwell in the cellar
Word is bond, Ruste Juxx dropped rock on
From Kingston Ave. with my hot block on
Spectacular, simply marvelous
Indestructible, who you know hard as this?
I heard a nigga say, «Fuck Ruste Juxx, that nigga ain’t shit.
(word) That nigga
ain’t shit.
That nigga ain’t shit.»
I heard a bitch say, «Fuck Ruste Juxx, that nigga ain’t shit
That nigga ain’t shit, that nigga name Vic.»
(scratching)