Ruddie Yards

Intro:

Nah, nah, nah, you better? call me too long, now, and lemme tell you somethin' you know your business I know my business, you know what you are? You're a butcher that can't cut meat, so back off and stay outta my career, you ain't got no hoots? better go in front of an audience, and do-and do things, and know what you are you're boring! (Career)

Verse:

Yeah, yo, check it out, yo
I chop bricks like I'm Shang Tsung huggin' a jug of stolen wine
Ergot soot awry, smoke a zip on a solar line
Bipolarized, I'm Godzilla buzzin' on a Japanese motorbike
It's grad picture poser fried (Wow)
Scratchin' my scalp, dusted coke grains
Style ponchi at the punchline, fad with no date
Hand dunk my own lane (Right)
I'm RZA dusted on the Triton, in the basement with no shave
I done had been at this Harvard shit since age 11-10, demented den
Off the hook like a rack o' ribs gettin' prepped
Dope geeks (Wow)
Wannabe stone creeps takin' classes
On how to spit like JakProgresso, in '03 (Haha)
Megalo me, egg-white grams, and OP's
Domes be split like Ant and Opie
Screamin' "bloody Hell", amen, con-heads
Fends gon' fed, I should've charged for my energy like Con-Ed
18gram Ronsman
Severed legs in fishnets, kickin' out my trunk, like rockets
Surrounded by bodies (ahhh), fully centered, it's me time
If a Sky God talkin' spicy (nah), it's 'cause he high
Make a mockery of this crafted person, I'mma bee line
It's what you face like, Aborigine combat with beehives
Rest in peace to the Wetlands, New York (Peace)
And the rappers with it, here's a fact of fiction
When I saw security paddin' kids shit (Shit)
I tossed my backup, 'cause a dead cat was in it
I was tryin' to do performance art that's not scripted (Facts, loser)