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Real Raw Rukus
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The industry has a lot of Rappers reppin their ability to bring the noise...this is the epitome of the songs they attempt to make.
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Up and coming Lyricist looking to bring the noise bring the boom and my legion of doom. Holla atcha boi!
Lyrically I run this...who wanna try? I'm Bam, think about it..then I'll show you why! Welcome to the wonderful world of --- Bam The Mothafu&*in Most! Gritty bits of genius, rolled into a West Coast Shell. You are one of the fortunate. By reaching this site you have made a drastic change in the way you experience music. Enjoy!
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #2,545
Peak in subgenre #1,383
Author
R. LaTour
Rights
ASCAP
Uploaded
January 29, 2006
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MP3 2.9 MB • 128 kbps • 3:11
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I bring the noise, bring the boom, and my legion of doom the fourth game of the series, get swept from my broom. Tuck ya tails, and just head for the hills, it never fails I just keep bringin the real and the hatas wanna pop me till I cease to breathe. But aint no stop me, so just let me be All I can....then maybe you can get the picture. Then check yo self quick or homie Ima have to getcha! A pine box, matchin one for your boy too.. Side by side laid out, unda the mildew... Get back..uh uh..no..no Not where youre headed They Call me Mista Cutlet, cause you know I stay breaded And to the top is where Im headed, Can somebody stop me.. the chances slim though, so.. dont try and top me! Upper eschelon, spittin on.. So called MC's...yo flows get shitted on ! SO repeat this with me! CHORUS I bring that REAL RAW RUKUS from the start I gotta stack them dollas So you betta play ya part I bring that REAL RAW RUKUS out the Gate! I gotta blow the spot A star destined to my fate! I bring that REAL RAW RUKUS to youre face! I gotta make it hot! My party people in the place! I bring that REAL RAW RUKUS You Want that REAL RAW RUKUS, RUKUS! Call up for reinforcements its about to get thick Bonafide direct hit I sunk ya battleship HA HA I stay clownin why you act like I dont U cant swim then stay drownin bob ya head to the note then quote these soulful scriptures written especially for you without the Bam in ya life then, what would you do? You'd probably go Buck WILD livin life in a frenzy No carats that shine or frequent rides in the Ben-Z With 5 courses served on the daily Im livin real nice With all the glitz and glam there comes a steep price I pay dues to make rules its all equations And Im just squeezin the steel so hot ones be blazin and its so Amazing u cant be like me Like fat cows grazing on big fields of green fuck the six digits I'll have the six commas know what I mean that REAL RAW RUKUS there's no betta thing. Chorus Im solidified in this rap game Play it straight from the hip man pull to slow and fo sho its anotha hit man Bubble bubble boil and trouble I gets wicked sit back relax oh yeah you bout to be lifted My sickmental is gifted yo peep my tech is neat I shine when I rip it your existence is bleak Like Atlantis was crumbled and swallowed up by the sea You should swallow your pride slow when ya fuckin with me. And just roll that do-do when ya puffin with me Man...I buck that 4-0 if ya duckin from me! See I hits that shit and I flows like fluid I splits that shit when I push straight thru 'em (Ay BAM THE MOST- what the fuck are you doin?) Um...... just rockin this West Coast when these rhymes get ta spewing It's been predicted and fortold I gotta come swole and leave all competition froze shiverin cold! CHORUS
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