Halfcut - Dinner Time lyrics

[Intro: Ruste Juxx] One Two One Two, uh One Two One Two, check it One Two One Two, show y'all n***as what I'm bout to do Ruste Juxx in the buildin' Evacuate all women and children It's goin' down n***a Yo [Verse 1: Ruste Juxx] Juxx coming [?] with a spliff of sensi Plus an illmatic sixteen to rip a MC Sharper than I ever been Who rhyme better than the Crown Heights veteran Spittin that h**n? So thorough and it only gets realer f** a narcotic on the streets, I'm a d**h dealer Ruste Reaper, squeezin a street sweeper Body any beat, top dollar elite feature My bars is barbarian, medieval The aura of a king on the throne, the kid's regal Scrap with that brrat, I shoot rapid violence So when I spaz it's too graphic I'm too cla**ic, my albums are timeless Your flow all f**ed up, punchlines is rhymeless Treat wack rappers like a wet food stamp Ruste Juxx the vet, respect Boot Camp [Chorus: Hex One] x2 These n***as want they space They tell me get my fingers off they plates While I'm gettin thinner they stuff they face All you punks get laced They don't want the spitter to touch they papes But I'm here for dinner so f** they space [Verse 2: Halfcut] Yo punch clock and I'm back to work My back hurts from trying to carry my team And lift them from under this dirt I'm not of this earth, I surf the rings around saturn With rhyme patterns so precise that he's splittin atoms Atomic, spittin up vomit, this sh** demonic Catch a flow? They got a better chance of catchin a comet These rappers actin like they the next Christopher Wallace But ain't Ready to Die, and they weapons ain't even polished I lived forever in the Quantum of Solace Just the way it is, the music biz Got me unsteady, ready to lose my lid, the fuse is lit We waitin to blow, 'til we rakin in dough? I'mma snatch your mic quick as Satan takin your soul Aiyyo, we comin for the top spot sh** on beats and cop squats But these rap critics still sayin this sh** is not hot? Bars stay nasty and ugly as f** Ain't nobody out there hungry as us It's time to eat y'all [Chorus] x2 [Verse 3: Hex One] I be a typical cross between a scholar and a criminal boss Lyrical laws that we follow unlike biblical psalms The violent ride that I deliver through bars Could cause physical harms You'd probably die from the centripetal force That sh** is a loss, to put money on your pitiful corpse Or find it funny to shun me for my despicable thoughts [?] You scrubs is dummies with invisible horns I ain't just hungry for these minimal carbs I want it all you f**in' prick Yo, these the fists of god you [?] with You crumbs get lit, if you don't [?] with oven mitts So come equipped, you punks is gluttons for punishment My bars must have you buggin like a drug 'n you lovin it My sign that you can take it from me The brutal rapist on beats The agent who awakened Jason Voorhees All you imitation Drakes have gone sweet The masons wrote a revelation satan adaptation based upon me