Ruste Juxx, Sean Price - Live the Life lyrics
[Ruste Juxx, Sean Price - Live the Life lyrics]
Hm hm, hm hm yeah, ladies and gentlemen
I bring to you, live from Kingston Av
Crown Heights best MC
Rustee J, a road dog, what?
Niggas wanna live the life
Scared to die to death
Either pass me the liquor, or supply the meth
Cuz ain't nuthin like gettin drunk
And high from bless
One wet the throat, one dry the breath
But yo
I can see clearly now that the rain is gone
See the Pharaoh Don, brain is strong
Now he trainer's long
Interpretatin entertainers form
To explain his song to the known population
Operation Bang-a-thon
The science is, my alliance is ultimate
Hip hop revoltin it, reckin the cult or click
The nastiest rapper couldn't even
Hold my crown cuz if he could
Then they would of been told by now
Simply, I'm a rap mentor
Schoolin my proteges control the stage
In the spotlight of solar rays
Black hood fatigue, low top Puma's
Polar beige
Double barrel mic position like a hula gauge
Murder half ya staff with
Just half a paragraph
Then behold the rage, take a step back
Fold the page now you so amazed cuz I call
Shots and throw the jays
When I die older age
God'll have my soul appraised
The nastiest, I grafted and mastered this
And just when you thought you
Heard the last of it, there's one after it
It's not about drugs and murder
Or things of that nature
Ya self claim legends, mob impersonator
Nigga this, nigga that
I figure that's your limit
Smoke weed, bust a gat
Heart and soul all in it
You stoled an image
My brainstorm rain til finish
After thin hit's
Nastiness name still diminish
When the days blews dawn
As the phase moves on
The eighty five wit skid rose, CD on
Illusion he equals MC squared, and I is he
G Cypher Divine, born free, VIC
Who mastered the art, grafted the chart
So all you're throne women's
Gon have to depart
On behalf of the scientifical mathematical
Unmythical, Asiatic true rapper
Whose ready to bust a rhyme
When disaster strike
It's like the return of Cee-Lo
Or Wrath of Dice, right now
I'm half of Christ but in my afterlife
I be fully Allah and you're
Still half as nice
Peep the way it's goin down right?
I be the Ruck
That's my man Rust' from Crown Heights
Sound tight, like when the pound strike
The clown type
Assholes! Word up, I can't even
Knowhatimean? Word up
You touched it too hard fuck
It it's your thing
Rustee Jux, word up, MFC, word up
Crown Heights niggas, Brownsville niggas
Worldwide
I bring to you, live from Kingston Av
Crown Heights best MC
Rustee J, a road dog, what?
Niggas wanna live the life
Scared to die to death
Either pass me the liquor, or supply the meth
Cuz ain't nuthin like gettin drunk
And high from bless
One wet the throat, one dry the breath
But yo
I can see clearly now that the rain is gone
See the Pharaoh Don, brain is strong
Now he trainer's long
Interpretatin entertainers form
To explain his song to the known population
Operation Bang-a-thon
The science is, my alliance is ultimate
Hip hop revoltin it, reckin the cult or click
The nastiest rapper couldn't even
Hold my crown cuz if he could
Then they would of been told by now
Simply, I'm a rap mentor
Schoolin my proteges control the stage
In the spotlight of solar rays
Black hood fatigue, low top Puma's
Polar beige
Double barrel mic position like a hula gauge
Murder half ya staff with
Just half a paragraph
Then behold the rage, take a step back
Fold the page now you so amazed cuz I call
Shots and throw the jays
When I die older age
God'll have my soul appraised
The nastiest, I grafted and mastered this
And just when you thought you
Heard the last of it, there's one after it
It's not about drugs and murder
Or things of that nature
Ya self claim legends, mob impersonator
Nigga this, nigga that
I figure that's your limit
Smoke weed, bust a gat
Heart and soul all in it
You stoled an image
My brainstorm rain til finish
After thin hit's
Nastiness name still diminish
When the days blews dawn
As the phase moves on
The eighty five wit skid rose, CD on
Illusion he equals MC squared, and I is he
G Cypher Divine, born free, VIC
Who mastered the art, grafted the chart
So all you're throne women's
Gon have to depart
On behalf of the scientifical mathematical
Unmythical, Asiatic true rapper
Whose ready to bust a rhyme
When disaster strike
It's like the return of Cee-Lo
Or Wrath of Dice, right now
I'm half of Christ but in my afterlife
I be fully Allah and you're
Still half as nice
Peep the way it's goin down right?
I be the Ruck
That's my man Rust' from Crown Heights
Sound tight, like when the pound strike
The clown type
Assholes! Word up, I can't even
Knowhatimean? Word up
You touched it too hard fuck
It it's your thing
Rustee Jux, word up, MFC, word up
Crown Heights niggas, Brownsville niggas
Worldwide