Chains (featuring Killah Priest & Masta Killa)

[Chorus][R.A. the Rugged Man]I'm a dip-dip diverse, socializerI'm a hoof flat top rule, in eighty ninerThey say Rugged, by now, you should of at least blownIt's funny, I'm mad famous for being unknownI'm just a dirty motherfucker, they hate my gutsAll I talk about is bitches, and bustin' nutsYeah, I got a foul mouth, yeah, I cuss too muchI'm just so Ricky Ricardo, ri-di-cu-lousAnd I ain't got no fly whip, I still ride the busI got Mitch Blood Green on the scene with usHospitable, hitable, cooler, than Jacob who criminalMiracle, lyrical, take every syllable literalLittle riddle, profitable, visible, iritibalLittle brittle, pitiful, for so through little, you tickle, you typicalYeah, I talk shit, I'm cocky with itIt's hard for you to admit it, but I'm one of the best in it[Chorus][Killah Priest]My mind is haunted, filled with the extension of slaves that's tormentSlow down my steps, one foot from the grave to con itOur young black males, they lick pon gateSon of the morning, roasted souls, tell Minister "come pray"It's gun trade inside of smokey apartmentsFlow process, one nine, two tech, four revolversCoke overballing kettels, it's like we struck oil in the ghetto'sWe supply it to addict's, the devil workHe practice, he's like a search backwardsTil they throw that dirt in our casket, and that's itI live where the fiends are nothin', just a scene of the projects, similar toOsama'sAn old man, at the top of the stairs, he just stare