Ruste Juxx - Live the Life lyrics

[Intro: Ruck] Hm-hm, hm-hm Yeah, ladies and gentlemen I bring to you, live from Kingston Av Crown Heights best M.C Rustee J., a road dog, what? [Rustee Jux] n***as wanna live the life, scared to die to d**h Either pa** me the liquor, or supply the meth Cuz ain't nuthin like gettin drunk and high from bless One wet the throat, one dry the breath But yo, I can see clearly now that the rain is gone See the Pharaoh Don, brain is strong, now he trainer's long Interpretatin entertainers form, to explain his song To the known population, Operation Bang-a-thon The science is, my alliance is ultimate Hip hop revoltin it, reckin the cult or click The nastiest rapper couldn't even hold my crown Cuz if he could, then they would of been told by now Simply, I'm a rap mentor, schoolin my proteges Control the stage, in the spotlight of solar rays Black hood fatigue, low top Puma's, polar beige Double barrel mic position like a hula gauge Murder half ya staff with just half a paragraph Then behold the rage, take a step back, fold the page Now you so amazed cuz I call shots and throw the jays When I die older age, God'll have my soul appraised The nastiest, I grafted and mastered this And just when you thought you heard the last of it, there's one after it It's not about d** and murder or things of that nature Ya self claim legends, mob impersonator n***a this, n***a that, I figure that's your limit Smoke weed, bust a gat, heart and soul all in it You stoled an image, my brainstorm rain til finish After thin hits, nastiness name still diminish When the days blews dawn, as the phase moves on The eighty five wit skid rose, CD on, illusion He equals MC squared, and I is he G Cypher Divine, born free, V.I.C Who mastered the art, grafted the chart So all you're throne women's gon have to depart On behalf of the scientifical mathematical Unmythical, Asiatic true rapper, whose ready to bust a rhyme When disaster strike, it's like the return of Cee-Lo Or Wrath of Dice, right now, I'm half of Christ But in my afterlife, I be fully Allah and you're still half as nice [Ruck] Peep the way it's goin down right? I be the Ruck, that's my man Rust' from Crown Heights Sound tight, like when the pound strike, the clown type... a**holes!! Word up, I can't even, knowhatimean? Word up, you touched it too hard ... f** it it's your thing Rustee Jux, word up, MFC, word up... Crown Heights n***as, Brownsville n***as, worldwide...