R.A. The Rugged Man - Give It Up lyrics

[Intro] (Give it up! But it's just no use!) [Hook: sample] (Give it up! Oh Lord Give it all to you I try, but it's just no use!) [Verse 1: R.A. the Rugged Man] Hey yo, give it up, buss you up, no fuss, blood gush Cuss much, Russ Meyer bust nuts, crunch crush Guts bust, what's what? The white King Tut Out in Suffolk, look who they dug up, yup, it's the Rugged On a record with J-Live, I could hardly believe this I never thought I'd be rapping on no record with school teachers Pamphlets from the eighties, library, lies buried TV, tell lies visually, kid you with me, hostility "Humility, hillbilly, gorilla, he mentally ill, he silly Is he actually? Will he k** me really?" All that stuff you heard about me, is probably true Heard I got the AIDS virus, I probably do Ammunition spitting isn't missing, isn't you listening? Slithering, ridden in sin, slipping, sin delivering I'm sickening with sinning, sizzling rhythm, verbally hit him Did he did it, or did he didn't admit it? Pretend he ain't offending the men and women Every minute he in it, only Every illiterate ignorant critic will diss it Every idiot that ain't live it, they talking sh** I'm R.A. the Rugged Man, get off, my dick [Hook] [Verse 2: J-Live] Give it up, for the Gods & the Earths, ladies and gentleman All the human families, the wicked can't stand me The righteous man hands me the mic, it's uncanny how One man's penalty, is another man's reward The label pun's ironic, courtesy of this sport Still can't stop a grown man from pressing record A free man can either be freedom or free label When you spent, what you make, to keep making, you can't save A damn thing, no savings, that's how life will enslave ya That's why I strive daily; to be my own savior I know when shine glows and reflects in my behavior So caught in between checks, I still demand respect So give it up, if your mission's belittling my position As a microphone physician, making you listen Me and Rugged Man relate, through a previous poem Like he said, I'm mad famous, for being unknown On records for ten years, I can hardly believe it Never thought I'd be perceived, as just some rapping school teacher Just some dude, that can cut and rhyme, same time Just some conscious kid, that's trying to save the world through rhyme Just another underground, hand-to-mouth microphonist Stop in mid rap, just to stop you in your tracks This will stomp you on your track, justice is not just Another ordinary rapper, I'm the Crown Royal block With a velvet bag, matter of fact, and since the swagger is back And backed by, a whole nation of millions You can't hold me, my new floor is my old ceiling That's why I'm guaranteed to leave you with something you lack, so just [Hook]