Give It Up

(Give it up!
 But it's just no use!)
 (Give it up! Oh Lord
 Give it all to you
 I try, but it's just no use!)
 Hey yo, give it up, buss you up, no fuss, blood gush
 Cuss much, Russ Meyer bust nuts, crunch crush
 Guts bust, what's what? The white King Tut
 Out in Suffolk, look who they dug up, yup, it's the Rugged
 On a record with J-Live, I could hardly believe this
 I never thought I'd be rapping on no record with school teachers
 Pamphlets from the eighties, library, lies buried
 TV, tell lies visually, kid you with me, hostility
 "Humility, hillbilly, gorilla, he mentally ill, he silly
 Is he actually? Will he kill me really?"
 All that stuff you heard about me, is probably true
 Heard I got the AIDS virus, I probably do
 Ammunition spitting isn't missing, isn't you listening?
 Slithering, ridden in sin, slipping, sin delivering
 I'm sickening with sinning, sizzling rhythm, verbally hit him
 Did he did it, or did he didn't admit it?
 Pretend he ain't offending the men and women
 Every minute he in it, only
 Every illiterate ignorant critic will diss it
 Every idiot that ain't live it, they talking shit
 I'm R.A. the Rugged Man, get off, my dick
 Give it up, for the Gods & the Earths, ladies and gentleman
 All the human families, the wicked can't stand me
 The righteous man hands me the mic, it's uncanny how
 One man's penalty, is another man's reward
 The label pun's ironic, courtesy of this sport
 Still can't stop a grown man from pressing record
 A free man can either be freedom or free label
 When you spent, what you make, to keep making, you can't save
 A damn thing, no savings, that's how life will enslave ya
 That's why I strive daily; to be my own savior
 I know when shine glows and reflects in my behavior
 So caught in between checks, I still demand respect
 So give it up, if your mission's belittling my position
 As a microphone physician, making you listen
 Me and Rugged Man relate, through a previous poem
 Like he said, I'm mad famous, for being unknown
 On records for ten years, I can hardly believe it
 Never thought I'd be perceived, as just some rapping school teacher
 Just some dude, that can cut and rhyme, same time
 Just some conscious kid, that's trying to save the world through rhyme
 Just another underground, hand-to-mouth microphonist
 Stop in mid rap, just to stop you in your tracks
 This will stomp you on your track, justice is not just
 Another ordinary rapper, I'm the Crown Royal block
 With a velvet bag, matter of fact, and since the swagger is back
 And backed by, a whole nation of millions
 You can't hold me, my new floor is my old ceiling
 That's why I'm guaranteed to leave you with something you lack, so just