Ruse (Rap) - Mustangs and Bloodstains lyrics

Uh, Mustangs and Bloodstains. Some say that I must change Collect the complaints then forget what them s*uts say Cause it'd be mundane if I was held to a constraint I'm unchained and runnin up on whoever the f*** runs the game So what's the name? Ruse, just touchin base On what I can do with this music, boastin over bumpin ba** Beat buffet, I'm stuffin face. Eat em all up, I'm somethin great Beat em all up, leavin puzzled faces like, "uh, wait, what's the race?" White, Imma cut to the chase. Flow's tight with a perfect pace Like puzzle pieces, the words fit right. Writin with an urgent case To strike lightenin in a person. Raisin might, lightin fires with haste May be vain but I'm certain, Imma ignite a light. Writin writtens purer than a virgin A purist emergin from a curtain, a lyricist lurkin Workin his wordsmith urges, urkin rappers with putrid verses Purgin these stupid curses we're cursed with who are doin disservice To the public conscience, it's nonsense. Onset's just skewed the surface It'll stop when it's served it's purpose or worse in a hearse when God comes to cue the curtains or Allah comes through with virgins Cue the allusions, a man with mega blood stains In the back of a hearse, dead, led by a mustang I must say, I'm gifted Cause gimme a mic and my mood is lifted Cause I'm different. Yeah, I'm different But gimme a mic and I'll rid of resentment Rippin a flow, itchin for yo contentment Kick it, sit and zone, and commend its commencement Committed to the commission of yo attention The affirmentioned mission, emmisions mended for mention so Don't omit it for it is oh so ambitious Recommendin flow admission so listen I'm resurrectin dope, representin hope, hopin for An exceptive reception. Don't set the bar low There are no exceptions Your best is best expected. Expended effort For acceptance. The present of a presence is Present if you press and present pleasance Ces says life is all perception so stress is Made by a negative mindset. Your senses Set up the blessin that's life, blemished By the pessimistic conception some might have Have a mic, a jagged knife. Slicin as I'm rappin tight Stabbin right smack dab in em, a dagger made of ma**ive might Might I add, I'm at a height. Maximize and I'll pa** it by Mustangs and Bloodstains, an alibi to pacify I must say, I'm addicted To this mic and everything I do with it I'm addicted, a little bit different Just gimme a mic and wait till the beat kicks in I'm on a discreet mission and in commission. These mittens Can slaughter a beat. Writtens will fall to my feet quick when They're callin for me to k** it. All in, believe I'm committed Enthralled by the heat, grillin, the feelin I get when I'm in it I'm awesome when I reach for the ceilin. The flow leaks and it's spillin So freakin ill, silly to believe I'm sk**ess. If you're Black as a sk**et, I'll speed up to sustain Your bloodstain on the windshield of a Mustang