Ruse (Rap) - Kool-Aid lyrics

Not trill but I'm top-bill. I got sk** and Cop will, you're not ill with your drop tops and popped pills Stop and watch as my pad fills, mad ill, Pop Rocks Track drops and I'm still crackin. Freebase that like crack rocks Let it burn. Breathe it in. Heed the words that leave the pen Infernal sermons. You'll need an urn when each verse can keep it burnin Beseechin vermin, keepin em workin, usherin in their recedin curtains Searchin, seekin purpose. I'll find a beat, it'll find me. I'm certain Don't mind me, I'm high... Off the fruits of my labor and the paper is life If there's a God, Christ, you packed this tight I'm packin my bags tonight with Kool-Aid packets to pa** me by I'm actually laughin like, dude, you know how fast I'd die? I'll pa** on demise and practice my pa**ion. It's asinine To pa** up on pa**in the average. Past the sky, my rap'll fly I'm out of this world. I maximize sk** Everytime I practice lines. Yeah, Imma master my craft with time Tell the ma**es what my rhymes are ama**in Amazin. Pa** me the mic or Imma take it. Okay Rappin in my basement, makin ma**ive statements The aim is that, maybe, they'll place me in a playlist Play this, nod your head, forget your placement Get lost in the music, okay? Taken away with Askin who's in action and rappin? The name is Ruse The conclusion of my Kool-Aid song so say (Woo!)