I'm Out the hood, like I took a sweater off/
I was better off shooting for goals like Federov/
Whether loss or win, I'm like a faucet when/
I leak flows and transfer these thoughts to pen/
I know yer nauseous and gettin sick of the illness/
So when I spill this, every cat grabs a prescription and fills it/
Pills and vials, flows stretch for a million miles/
Shit, I could spit and probably fill the Nile/

damnnnnnnn ruckus, i know it's been a while,
dude be killin verses, i'll prove his guilt at trial,
and when the murderer gets out of jail,
yall in open water without a sail,
goin down faster than a drowning whale..
send these whack MCs back down to hell..
nothin but dead weight...
n i dnt wanna be around their smell..

Yup, its Ruckus again, can't get enough of the scent/
I'm in love with the pen, but I'll never husband again/
Sharin vows with the mic, my brain's a fountain of light/
Picture me rhymin, I write a thousand a night/

picture that, yeah we're capturing greatness,
this cats rappin got other cats trapped in the matrix,
the way they trying to free they minds to escape it,
their silly punchlines cant sway a fight wit an agent...

Been writin for ages, excitin the pages/
Got this shit locked like heads in tightened embraces/
No hyphens for spaces, I keep it basic and subtle/
But still abrasive like gases racin to escape from a muzzle/
Reshapin the puzzle, the pieces fall into place/
Cats callin it great, but really it's all in the taste/
Withdrawel from this state of mirrors and smoke/
Appearin as dope but what they hear is a joke/

fuck that, im done wit the jokes,
gimme a fix, im done bein broke,
but im so stuck on these hopes,
for people to bump what I wrote,
for people to jump when I flow,
hopin i dont fuck up n choke,
like im puffin a roach...
but originality, goes hand in hand/
Wit a stubborn approach..
doin shit my own way,
dont give a fuck for the coach..

i agree, lets put the coach in a grave
im a hunter.. roasting the brave n poaching my prey
its beastly, plex has to keep my posts in a cage
my lines part the seas, im like a moses with rage
basically my scripts are to flows.. as a coast is to waves

Approach the stage with a gross display of logic/
Invade the hottest emcee's style and take it hostage/
Break the locket, rip out the picture of the ugly chick/
Cuz Ruckus is fuckin while you faggots are playin tummy sticks/
Rain when its sunniest, I'm just spittin off the dome now/
I'm a professional with this word shit, so yes I'm a pronoun/
I've got to go now, just thought I'd up the cypher/
Ruckus coming with more shit than you can stuff in diapers/

i breakin out now the return of the titan
bout time i got violent so dont stay so silent
i writin not bitin like a bitch dispitin
the fact u writin to lack the soul the dynamites back

crap ahh well

my mind is occupied by,my own thoughts colliding//
pops was locked up,props to my moms providing//
no godamn clue what prompted me to say that//
I aint a chinaman but i surely can fillet cats//
T can make the bread,serve the food,u just the placemat//
u aint never seen my style like ur in need of the lasik//
u hurtin me is doubtful like asians growin moustache//
my hoods always behind me like a lambhorgini countach//
son i dont lose much, ill make u pay like you do dutch//
youll only touch my spits if u were female or a toothbrush//
i can do this rap thing,forever its relaxing//
my words will touch u kinda like telephone faxings//
freestyling easy, its just a sample taste//
but im still nice off the top like christina applegate//

im not like tha kids at the park, i dont play
i dopp all my spitts from the heart all day
time stops when my thoughts spill down like rain
as i plot to ripp cyhpers in all kinds of wayz

move bitch, get up out my way,
log the fuck off, n get out my space,
the crazy type who'd kill you n set fire to my place,
then complain to the investigators about the crime rate,
raised eye brows, fingers always pointed my way,
an assassin, one hit n im addicted to the high pay,
yeah son, when ya see me, better get runnin,
ill leave ya head wide open like it was tryna catch somethin,
you an easy target, something bullets could catch up wit,
better hope ya not alive, i dare you to get up you bitch!
im standin rite there wit another clip,
wnt stop squeezin til i hear ya guts squish, had enough trick?!
thas jus wat you get for acting tough, bitch, you a hapless dumbshit,
you ask for one wish, "lemme live", fuck that, tough shit

yup.. the epitome of a dumbass, hes proven himeself dumb fast

keystyle? were the sickest in the category
just dont include lotus.. that cat'll-bore-me
thats my allegory, heard he was hot but people mal-informed-me
allegedly all dudes "talk is show" like his pal-is-maury

when t's pissed now he delivers hits like chris brown//
& i spit nouns,or prepositions cause im all action when shit gets down//
plus t's a sniper,with words any angle shoot ammo far//
fuk jewels,its money,i spit at diamonds like roberto alomar//
but u too youngin to know that metaphor//
its betta for,u kids to stop the bull like el matadors//
my rhymes are criminal ur style is just juvie//
i rep what rap was before that 8 mile movie//
pale kids heads threaded in fitted lids//
yall only rappin cause eminem done did it kid//
then you say black & white aint relevant..//
if it aint then youd stop actin like ur jamaican imigrants//

Its obvious, yall like to pop off at the mouth, spitting/
Like yall scary, but see CP aint flinchin cause yall comin with them writtens/
Bitch, I'll have ya blood itching when I'ma rippin/
Cause ya getting slaughtered like some murder shit, but nigga this is different/
I can flow with the multis, you hoes thinkin that ya know me/
Im so numb to ya pain, my soul doing coke by the O-Zs/
My bars guillotine the beats, verses executing metathors/
Dangerous like a fallin metal 4, 4... a verbal weapon, wtf I need berrettas for/....