Rue

[Intro] - [Arakari]
Yeah, Arakari, yeah. Put your 3's up! Woo! Yeah! Skrrrt!
Grrr. Brang-Dang-Dang. Rue Style

[Verse 1] - [Arakari]

As soon as I was born, I was bonded to a knife blade
Human-Metal combo, terror rising in your side brain
Terrorizing cities, my flow brings no more pity
Ghost with it, no feeling, floor it bringing more than villains
Pillage village later, flavor's really what I savor
Long-barrel snouted like the head from an Alligator
Spit with massive hate evaporating more than lack of faith
In rappers placed in glass, the cases mad I'm making rapid statements
R.E.M, with a vision insane
Spitting smarter fire with some AI Propane
No wait, he's crazy, my flow great you made me
Get cocaine and rabies with no brain as baby
A cybernetic freak, a tyrant, GodBody masterful
Massive rapid animal, with giant arms; mechanical
Feeling the heat wave, releasing to ease pain
Keeping degrees raised like Phoenix of Jean Gray
Beat and deplete your whole team so fluidly
Call me Barbarossa commandeering with a mutiny
Who am I? A god with unstoppable law
My bars hit your jaw and you're stuck in the floor
Mayan prediction mixed with the oldest religion
Precision witness visions frickin' vivid like television
Scheming with Haiku's, I'm violent inside Doom
My mind is like Ryu with the fight of a Piru
You recycle bars, that is permanently damaging
I'm sweeping up a trash rapper, call it Waste Managing
Managing the planet, I Skywalk like Anakin
Sun'll disappear, it's eclipsing when I banish it
Grapple Doppelgangers, rippin' em easy like a hobby
You're getting tore so (torso) that's the reason you are bodied
Back with the pack to attack every whack ass
Rapper in my path, leave em Blackened like James, yeah
Your crew is paper-made, I bet you never raise gats
I punch you so hard, you do a double-shoulder-tap
Trojan you know but it ain't the Roman One
Shots'll leave you dropping, you'd'a thought I had the Golden Gun
Keep my chick laced like Victoria's Secret
The Underground King like I was buried in Egypt
See this massacre? I'm the rapping Gallagher
I'm known to blow up; it ain't easy for a Challenger
Writers Block, me? It can never effect
Your writer's block view like a Civil Defense
You waiting for my sentences like trial by a jury
My clips are like a vine and now you're hiding in a hurry
My breath capacity outmatches Michael Phelps so classically
I rapidly dispatch a rap and trap you in a tragedy
You're never in the hood, not the engine, you're the cargo
Weighing down your bars, that's the reason why a car-go
Never in your life would you make it out on top of it
That's about the chance of predicting the apocalpyse
Rhymes are glowing plasma, connected to the Nexus Mod
I bet that you would Fallout, deciphering my lexicon

Yo, ugh. Freestyle time. Skrrt!
Yeah, yo. Put your 3's up, sonny

Testicles in Mexico, vegetables, I'm impregnable
Actually I'm an anomaly, you don't wanna fight, I am Socrates
Probably I am onto it, you are not on top of this
You are off the clique, off the map, off the place, on the space
You don't really want to fight, stab you in the face
Arakari rollin', gonna' keep smokin' on the Dro
He stay golden cuz' you know I'm broken
Not in my mind but I will rewind
The track when I find, and you will soon die
Oh son, I swan-dive on you...
You don't wanna' fight I look like I'm Times Two
Oh dude, who is he? I don't even know
He's the cleverest emcee in the world...
'cuz you know I'm amazing...
Everybody knows that I will put you in a spaceship