Cosmic Dust

[Verse 1: Ruste Juxx]
Cosmic dust, no connection to angel
Be a game changer, don't let the game change you
Nondescript niggas gas like a [?]
I drive by the seven-seven, blast at the po-po
Nigga them shots still ringin’
For dear life some of them cops still clingin'
I'm thuggish, ruggish, y’all move too sluggish
How could you write then recite that rubbish?
Rappers ignoramus, shit for brainius
I kill 'em all, murder weapon's miscellaneous
Zaniest verse slayer, vic as a dictator
Shit on a hater, straight hit him with a fader
Somebody must've misinformed you
Was ill advised, I'm the illest alive
Patru tha cock-rue dinks intro bi-se
I spit gibberish and still make a profit

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[Verse 2: Ruste Juxx]
Cosmic dust, black telescope vision
Ban wack rappers with a stellar prohibition
Strike with precision
My metaphors'll smash your brain like a planetary collision
You a poetry practitioner, I'm a master
I create new styles and bring the rap to
Foes at theirs strongest even when they weak
Matter of fact I'm torturin’ somebody now as we speak
Excruciating pain, the agony of defeat
Should’ve listen when they told you fall back and retreat
Itachi and Juxx, name brand, high price
Funky fresh friends connect with killa Crown Heights
Perpetual beat downs and gun fire
Spit flame like a sunfire
Perpetual beat downs and gun fire
Spit flame like a sunfire, what?

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