All My Heroes Are Dead (The Introduction)

Yo, we are turnt the fuck up today (tonight, aww, shit)
 And I'm so happy to introduce our next guest
 I've known this man for a very long time (Rugged Man)
 And he's one of the greatest
 His knowledge of a lot of shit is crazy
 This is legendary
 Without further ado I'd like to introduce to the Combat Jack Show
 R.A. The Rugged Man, yeah
 I'm back, five hundred shows and two babies later
 Another classic album, the game-changer savior
 For every fan who said my music saved their life, this is for you
 Without the love from fans, I'd be dead, you saved my life, too
 'Cause I didn't release an album, some thought that I maybe quit
 But I was tourin' cities, payin' bills and wipin' baby shit
 From the rotten core, pop imposters lock your door
 Knock-knock, it's hip-hop's most shockin' provocateur
 Society despiser, grind of a violent viking fighter
 Vibin' to the violence inside ya, the suicide survivor
 Civilize a 85'er, mind of Malcolm and Elijah
 Tiger-manimal hybrid, island of Dr. Frankenheimer
 My umbilical cord was a bullet belt of ammunition
 Rap master mission, battle system, savage tactician
 But I been ban-barred, been scarred, lived hard
 Why try? Die hard, but I fight on and my pipe bomb
 Was a icon in your iPod and your tape decks
 Rape trainwrecks, and I break necks, I'm a rhyme god
 Whether rappin' slow or rappin' fast
 I'm back at last with a masterclass
 From double time to boom-bap, I gotta switch the form
 Go from battle raps to club records, to politics, to porn
 Not the snitchin' gossipin' blog era of TMZ
 I'm from the olden golden era, home of EPMD
 We run planets, you cunt maggots smoke dust and puff xanax
 Pussy pink hair snitchin', mumble-mouth drug addicts
 You fiddlesticks checker-playin, amateur spectator
 I'm a Garry Kasparov grandmaster chess player (go, go, go, go, go)
 Need to get ahead, get a record in demand
 Rugged never ran, get a better plan, better dead a man
 Schizophrenia, mind in prison, the existentialist nihilism
 When I flow and go in and I'm rope on the men
 You see Mussolini body blow in the wind
 With the Damien devil, the omen of sin
 Is Mao Zedong, Ho Chi Minh, murdering holy men
 Rippin' the mic 'til I'm dead in the grave
 I'm the best in the world, I get better with age
 And I dedicate it to my son and my daughter
 Recorded this album for every supporter
 This for those that admire fire flows and bars
 This not a fashion show, clothes, money, hoes and cars
 When my pen touch paper, pages feel violated, shook
 I #MeToo'd my notebook, the speech creep, the known crook
 I'm from the murder era when O.J. was acquitted
 Before oversensitive triggered little bitches existed
 The bloody ape, lowlife, die-rugged legend never died
 Welcome back to R.A. The Rugged Man, Part Five
 But here you are, you're this golden child, dude
 You got this crazy deal, you're crazy talented
 I have mental problems, man, I was mentally ill in the 90s, man
 It was true, you know? And I cleaned up my act