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ruffian rugged & dumanoid - onion chopper (rmx) lyrics

[verse 1: esrap]

[verse 2: swisher sleep]
everybody ain’t made for this
on top i ain’t never had to bake for this
is it a prank? should i step on the stage with it
credit card ain’t got money on it, still try’na pay with it
chop all day with it, b+tch in my car, she came with it
lock, load, aim in it, took my d+ck and i slapped that b+tch
then i bust on tits and the b+tch just laid in it
yes, double s on my chest, no cape with it
my world, reshaping it, hard work mixed with the faith in it
get another chance in life, don’t play with it
rest in peace ray, blood, we still try’na do it like ray did it
f+ck all the fame in it
i’m here to stop all the play in it
it go chop when the blade hit it
i said raise the roof, don’t raise the rain if i stay in it
in my truck, go insane in it
roll the window, getting rain in it
one human body, try’na hide a world of pain in it
grab an arm, find a vein in it
cut a vessel, let me bathe in it

[verse 3: down6]
back and i’m bringing that murder in vibe, when i’m spreading the body parts
among in the city while puffing on pipes
filled with that crack and i’m losing myself in the high
a feeble lil’ peasant that’s creeping and taking what’s mine
the illest forming prophet, i’m a god sent with the chopping
where’s yo money honey? funny how we never getting profit
only 9 i got is strange, it’s shooting bands up in the sky
just like a phantom, it’ll glide and f+cking snipe you, no more options
hoping that bringing the voice on the beat when i’m gambling lines into the flow
back in the sack and i’m packing a bowl, when grinding buds, it’s time to smoke
living with an image depicting the crucifixion, i’m losing it when i whiff it
our crew got a perfect vision of gold
wanna be stepping and gripping the weapon, i’m tearing their f+cking face apart
roam on the block and i vocally pop, and i’m copping the tone of a glock when i drop
in the middle of the grave i lurk about, not a brother is in my yard
level with the owner of muddy land, what a decent boss
flesh shield from the peasant, a gifted lesson i’m etching
the session get me aggressive, the freshest within a metric
of spitta’s mean with the message, we bittersweet in expression
a lavishing first impression that brought demonic possession
six… now i’m cracked out tonight
when i kick in every door, you finna see the f+ckin light
finna warp, your surroundings like a poltergeist
the folk will cry, what’s spoken by, with vocal fry
a menace roaming in yo city, not a pity for the weakness
insignificant like a penny, i’m phasing out the dweeb kids
tryna steal my sacred stature, climb this ladder
follow through the criminal latches of obscene sh+t
had to be dumping the brother, limb by limb in every trash can
stabbing the ho when they stopping me, gun machine in this ash land
giving it wicked and bringing it timidly gray when i’m digging the hole for souls
grave with a coffin, i’m coming up back on the block and i’m bringing that muck in the back of the cemetery hoe
[verse 4: afu+ra]
poisonous, get with is, so come and sip with this
i spit truth in their mouth, so come and get with this
why you say a type lyrical?
“while i compensate rockin the microphone with miracle”
insane with the jingle
i´m biggin up the ??? the rhymes the beats the mingle
insane with the jingle
you don´t want it, they don´t want it, crack their ass like a pringle
pageanistic with symbols and visuals adult
black like sheep need miracles
step onto me? you rollin with the fairies
thinkin of a rapname? you straight “imaginary”
see what ya like? gimme the mic!
dustin em off, day to the night
see what ya like? gime the mic
i´m packin a mac and i´m wreckin a mic (rah!)
n0body gonna be k!llin n0body like me
underground cut like surgery
k!ll em pon the land pon air pon sea
n0body be k!llin n0body like me

[bridge sample: kinetical & t+smallz suso]

[verse 5: lucidd]
so full of me, i’m popping them, robbing them like it’s jewellery
i wish it like a ladybug and fly to find the fool in me
a lava pool i fall in, a frol!cked factor to frozen dreams
i put it in a sentence to cut the wonders to do with me
i’m burning my eyes to inferno the size the version of me hurting my life, a turn of events are blurting when the cursing revives, a verse so in terms of the worst and advertent impurposed and nurturing learning and working right
i’m cracking ’em open, the krakatoa the volcanic flow with erupting over
summon a rhetoric entity i finna pulverize that’s holding motives
chill with the frigid imperfect appeal to me, taking weight off my shoulders
i take it i’m bringing it bold and understated, it’s roughly colder
provocative ocular art beating over the infinite beacon i walk in a cavern that dark and it low underground when i’m bringing the wickeder pain when i’m hacking the background and giving the middle finger when i run by the cave, and i’m giving the aura that growing, i’m crumbing slow in a song in a flash, with the bars that i’m baking i’m burning with ease
escaping the palau government, outran over bridges
i’m in a tundra hiding in huts when i’m blasting out lies
i got from crying to the cystine, myself intermissed me
a staggering amount of self whenever my wrists bleed
whether or not i found the pocket to generate music, i’m a simple little b+tch empaired with the code of complexity with death in me, i feel like i’m orbiting in epiphanies, intricate and impish, at a pressure point of the crevice i rage out
when i confess, i can unbless
i’m opening over the best of what i guess
a faker new moment, i’m coming to making it better for stress
when the hope is a test
like it’s nothing, i might advice you fight for luckies
it might’ve missed me, divide your mights and you die at sixty
man i’m marked as a lonely start to set, but it’s your mind to slowly narcissist
and you know that the homies heart the text, when we send them ocrmx
[verse 6: dvagoh]
alt chi va là, consiglio stai zitto e fermo
guarda qui e non punto un coltello ma è dahmer se mangio la track
mica ti costringo, certo, ma riconoscimi rispetto
che già prima a micro spento mi consideravano un’autorità
sei weaker un po’ fai pietà, ma è prassi e non mi contengo
mato la base col mago del macchiato e il macchina per la cronaca
e ti parlo di tsunami se dico che alzo la manica
e sotto ho l’asso di bastoni che porto dal tacco d’ita’
e nell’altra il jack, di che seme? del male
piano va liscio come il jack, quello tennessee
mane, come krucafix, devil n me abusa di queste sk!ll
ma definisce potere come le iv, non la busta di sangue
mi sto a organizzare più di shoko asahara
ho uno stock non da chop shop ma store à sagawa
te lo amministro: dibiase, so farlo a 360
tutte le facce dell’ars ma finalmente vi piace
si mente o si tace poi se la vostra
scelta era completo senza cipolla
si stende e piange da che si arrossa
frate, aragosta, non regge la corsa
ma era già morto quando l’ho b+ttato a bollire nei gradi che il cielo blocca
come un contrappasso coperto di grasso, e il sapore, è ironico, ce l’ho in bocca
gusto la vittoria ma aspetto a cantarla, va ancora affinata è un pattern choppa
e sto ancora con chi ho iniziato e non fuggi
tha shade ingolfa
goffi gli opp su ste tele, che volavano leggeri dal content, barocco
e poco anche in tech perché gli mancano n9na, k!lla ‘rell, slikk, lord e cane, ora
c+ck back pop via il top e da player+
layer, pelle, peli e ce n’è altra
l’end del iamb è belvedere chiara
prendi a bere è bene se ti sfianca che sei
lamb a fette e ti credevi capra
[verse 7: jackal, dvagoh & together]
jackal and dvagoh coming back for the tag team
blink and they missing it, yeah we quicker than 19
put a mask on boy you never gonna see the future
fl!ckin a maggot, i’m taking em back to when they were a pupa
e fa ancora più male in quella fase in cui sviluppa la medulla
duo dinamico disturba, tuona, panico se impugna cose calibro kahuna
cadi dall’onda troppo lunga
ste frequenze radiazioni finisci come a tokiamura
no muay thai don’t need sensei
tic tac yo with totally better pengame
con noi saigon mica hangman
cl!ck clack ora è il modo in cui va, no peggy
synergise line up italy down under
fatta di strada fin qua da ran’ cypher
layer the verses, never they versing
we been making your list since 17 with the searchin
habanero salad with the chilli con carne
grabbing a wok and i simmer the competition when i’m cooking
they don’t wanna go against the billy goat (nah)
buck at the back of the pack and now making a move
with a hoof in the door
ruminant hooligan looking for war
soon you’ll be tumulus due for the morgue
true the king ruffian; shout out the him
i’m dumb annoyed, really, at all of the…
indolent idiots thinking they king of the syllable
figure the wickeder bigot the bigger they packing the mag(a)num. mac get to making a punch
kicking the bucket and making it vague, and the bug+eyed are picked apart
syllable the king of the indolent thinking idiots
imminent coz i’m frisson
i bifurcate ‘em and k!ll ‘em
vociferous sickle swinging
and never missing a beat
happen to grab at a couple of vicodin
making ‘em sicker, they beg and they bicker
they reckon they a rival?
unravel a heartstring!
better
my arch nemesis never a threat
i’m too heavy
my sk!ll level a rarity
zeppelin to a jet
and i’m pop+popping they bubble
they are+are in trouble
i stumble and still i’m quicker
really thought they had a chance
catching up the jackal
not even rapping at maximum
slapping ‘em with tarmacadam
dragging a couple of rappers down the asphalt
‘magine i was rapping in tagalog
i’m a matador
cape swaying and grabbing a bull
by the h+rns
d to the v+a+g+o+h
happened to be immaculate
we clapping and rapping it back to back
but not before the jackal snaps again…
(chop it like an onion)
packing a mic and i’m making a mocha now making it bigger the banging it making it pop
figured i don’t want that record spot
this onion chopper had to drop it
i walk with the gods and they all applaud me
like yeah…

[verse 8: jedal strange]

[verse 9: kal paseo]
tears are rolling down
(i’m devoted)
in this plague, i’ve always grown with the danger
rebellious, turning it back to the record shenanigans
i’m anakin off on adrenaline when he got force
throwing ’em into the wall, painting the floor, then consider it’s enough and you the remainders
pulling a jenga
i’m putting you in the situation of b+tterfingers
and b+ttering up won’t lighten the impact, abrasure
chances of winning against the chances of you being brendan fraser
fat b+tch, fall over
i’m the hidden treasure
in the forbidden desert, going through the specific efforts to achieve
my intelligence evident to the point it’s a benefit to believe
you wanna get into it, these men are into me
they tryna make enemies, resetting you, repeat
so i can take your life again and again and until your nightmares are better when asleep
i’m invested, so you’d better be vested in the streets
you are not it to me
you should be ashamed if you flexing how you got the metal when that isn’t true sh+t
finna be true blood from the truth hits
they meaning so little to me that i would sacrifice ’em for the h+ll of it
irrelevant, irritated that i’m harnessing new sense (nuisance)
they getting so confident, couldn’t tell they were losing
shattering in the skeleton from the gun in your face
haters around the block and the devil looking to save
the negativity stuck in the void living in my brain
so anytime, i can let it out, vent it out with the k
infinite, finna be all around the world in 80 days
and if you thinking you getting immortality, you ain’t
doing ’em all like a robin, and taking forever, they wanna be slain
approaching me, dark in the alley, when you gonna have me, you thought, but i’m actually furthering disdain

[verse 10: heureca]

[verse 11: asa]
i’ll chop you like celery (asa!)
forgot me? i’m jogging your memory
turn melody to malady
i maul ’em with the millimetre
melatonin; i nod off when you spit to me
i harness the energy of all of my enemies
my power would then increase a quarter of a percentage
see it’s onion choppers
on i on
‘cuz i am twice as on as you’ll ever be
“from manchester? he’s cold!”
n0body gonna be sicker than me and i gotta be one of the best with the flows
british choppers need to step it up though
because what i be hearing is exceptional (“woah!”)
you didn’t let me finish, i meant to gonna say exceptionally slow
i’ma show em how to do it
gonna be picking it up
are you picking up what i’m throwing down for you?
because i’m looking to bust
i be kickin a f+ckin flow
i’m ’bout to lose it
i’m sick and i’m coming to get it
so f+ck it
no amount of flu is gonna
be hittin like us
they’ll be giving it up
no, ain’t prostitution
i used to give two f+cks
now they’re used up
f+ck with us? you see ks (us, u, c, k)
because u suck!
i’m creeping into your crib and i’m sneaking like a suspicion
split you like a decision
split you like it’s division
saw you like it’s a vision
a grave? you gonna be lying by it like omission
not sentimental
my sentiment is send a missile
at em
it isn’t missin
i’m mental
must have missed the memo
my pistol kiss you
like the stick was positioned amidst the mistletoe
i spit too quick? you listen slow
scared of my words;
hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia
i be equipped to deal with foes
quickest illest flows!

[hook: dumanoid & ruffian rugged]
when we chop with these words in your ear
you will burst into tears ’cause the purging is here
in the cut we’re so surgically clear
feel the surge of your fears while you’re served up for meals

[verse 12: dumanoid]
a zeniten elidegenedek, elitek e nevek
ez igen! de ti hegyeken nem lelitek helyetek
kell ilyen! telítem, engedve tekinteteteket
innen integetek, pedig felingereltetek!
nem is kicsit! dini nefilimi, hiszi, kirí, vezúv ura!
rigid dekor suta! neki limit imidzs, ím, mi lebuj zuga!
epic finish dili: guinness+rekord duma!
de ki piti, viszi miki+szeppukura “veni, vidi, vici” milliszekunduma!
szövegtest: kirakódarabok a szavak, az iparom anyaga, tagolom:
atom, ha keverek alapelemeket, új alak a hang, ami tapad, ha pakolom
a szobor e molekula, faragom a ragom, megelevenedik agyaga lapokon
a genomika remeke, de kutakodok, animusa hol lakozik, agyam a laborom
helye meg alanya egyben! … katyvasz, a hiba rakás!
lapja vacsiba rakva galiba, falja pali, ha zabás!
finom a gyorskaja alapanyaga, ha ruffian rugged a szakács!
köröket verek a szemetekre, megy ez, mint a hagyma+karika+csapás!
ám etűd e betű, többet üti be tűt
élethű, de meddő dűne tűnt úgy, ment, hűt
így bedőltem, vet tüdő battle+t, ám ettől dühbe
bendőm jött, betölt űr, nem nőtt ide fennkölt, üde!
mentőöv lett köröm, hogy nyelvtörök, a legfőbb ügy, e
“madness to the method to the madness” szembeötlő!
egyöntetűen elkönyveltük, e fej tök lüke:
megrögzötten gügye emberöltő!
a narratíva degeneratív, idegen eredete
zeneszeretete beteg, az oka, ha túl anonim
erre nem iteratív a literatúra, de lerí
róla: nem a larry dúdol, ha du+du+du+du+dúl dadogi!
luther+átirata letarol, hittel arat a lator
úttörő, de tudata túladagolta „fura dokit”!
irritál, ha telít elit? e tiráda leterít:
ha delirál, e líra lőtere, dalol a dumanoid!

[verse 13: ruffian rugged]
no mi nuh crazy but i love to think
a the raven in front a my window a shrink
and them prolly a did a put cameras in it, but i love fi drown in agendas that hidden
when i was a kid i was special artistic, i thought that been good but i never go fit in
dem lovin my talent a mental insanity, cuz i had too much personality within…
when i been a kiddie, been a likkely stereo, i guess a been around 9,10,11 or so
i saw pickney pon the telly mimicking bustabus when he bumpin him head pon the garden and fell pon the floor (gimme some more)
anybody copy the cowbell a warrior regular flow
similar identi+fi+cally uno copy their leader genome
normally governor gotta be goin in bust+em+rhymes, but f+ck it, let me go bustaflo….
go by the name a the
governor rugged i
came in the game
better stay in ya lane
mi upgradin a way
with a double+d / doubledose
a n0body ever coulda get up
after me (lota shows)
anybody packin a mac till
our oc (yu nuh goin close)
now anybody all of a sudden
becomin a trouble
i put em all inna coffin
i duppy the dozen a mumbler
they coulda copy the onion choppin, i magically gonna f+ckin em muggle
youtube kids too stupid to measure syllables they couldn’t measure a second even if it woulda be “one” though
sick a them breakin a record deh subatomic inna betaparticul(ar/a)
sabotahe makin a better particulary “peculiar pickney” gunflow
i go off / dem go off beat
but if i go off man a gonna pop heat
but if i go off man a gonna pack heap
“duppy the bwoy / sog hoit amoi” sick a dem fakin a godspeed
chopper they fakin a vocal they manipulate pon a record em sus
step pon the mic and the pedal a rugged accelerate inna bus
bullock aside i be duppy dem makin a bug and i miraculous
summon a coven, i duppy the demon, a nimona wreckin em fuss
anybody similar / doremifasolati
their corny figaro+copy too hickoryd+ckoryducky
rigidi rugged a comin and gi dem a saregamapa danisa
mac gonna mekin em grabbin if head a be deh ya still, macarena
sanidapa magaresa, sunny dub and mocha flavour
colliebud and collieblazer, but the mobber+blogger made a
onion chopper, duppymaker, undertaker, chopper+savior
f+ckin a trump and i’m f+ckin him praiser
the maga, the raper? the bag a the raisor! (switch!)
da naume is def oder ruffian rugged oida choppat i net (frogat i)
meckat a pockat a machiato mocca do mog ana pago do mog ana maki do mog ana mungo do mog ana pago do hugo do fresh?
cool uno community wha you waan mi fi do a you
could it be they wan mi cuckoo
wid the c+ck+a+doodle+doo u know
coup’et’da pon a (bill) cooper+commune a u+f.o. computaflow
could it be +that+ we never becomin e+nuff+ for them pumuckl
step on a mic a sippin a bokkle a stolimakava, a molly mi under, a
tony montana (at) domunican war, a zoe saldana in columbiana
def ill a pickin a mic and a mekin a deadely medeley dub
wakin a medellin mob, makin di f+cker deh levelin up
one eye be open at night, i guess i gotta be fatty be wap
def ill a gonna be masta im performin arts, scribbelin thoughts
u nuh really wanna go battle me dung inna quicha+ or scrabbling+board
savin the game and mi duppy the qanon
squabbit a mekin em squabblin up
sidun pon top a the riddim a choppin a comin a peter king a comin a saxon assault
even though i got a bad name like s+xion d’assaut
don or mi donette i gotta be on it
but wannabe choppers a coulda never pass inna crossfire
they coulda never hang inna mi garden a evil upon a nebola tree my gun+l!ck em people their family mus a be vampire
dem talkin a i´m makin a flippertygibbet he callin it “bigidi migidi”
“if a easy why you nuh deh pon the wickeder chemistry”
rugged a brigadier brigante? talkin i repeatin rependly
but i go rippin di rippin di maga, them incell and their pegida bigotry
f+ck a punch in!
no cindarella, wi nuh bibidibapidi, wi nuh magicapula
they gonna go packin a ruger
nuh mi no superman but i get upon the venue i gonna buzz one line a get a magical pull up
most a dem make it at breakin a record but dem a nuh makin mo sec
sog hoit amoi stakkato machiato mocca, die sackerlepicker the pocketerpicker they makin it wack
subatomic inna betaparticle im packin a bag a the hekeler makin it buk inna makula makin a buck inna makin em buggin (at) debuggin a mac
d+mn bredda… i was inaudible deh pon the bar
nfm told me nahdah nuh gonna countin a “rollin rrrr”
no mi nuh vex, but you know mi never gonna mess
wid a sucker who starting wacker than a foh+dol+lih+da
inevitably comin a the moment uno waitin fa (for)
governor step pon the mic and i’m picking a makita mekin em kids shout
general governor a big boss
get upon the riddim and im pullin my d+ck in front a kids out
and n0body tinkin ´bout “akward”…
k!ll sound!
merke den mekeler, merke den mercato+market, do mök i di milka, do
merke des mögeli(ge) björkortig, moch i di öngi do merkat i…
“heard wi nuh gonna be doin the fill in to breakin a record no more to k!ll count?” f+ck it, i´m out
ok, i messed up, dad? can u take over?

[verse 14: splxt]

- ruffian rugged dumanoid lyrics

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