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ruse (rap) - ruse lyrics

hi, i’m wyatt, bouncin off the walls. man, i run riot
yall drop the ball like one’s privates
all in all, i rock the boat so call me a pirate
lookin for dope? then i’m supplyin. often outspoken but i oughtta keep quiet
mouth is always open but i’d probably pry it if i sealed it shut. silence is for the calm
i’m the bomb like a muslim
yeah, i’m awesome. you can ask my mom
destroy every single track i’m on
while havin a blast cause i’m the bomb
i’m outta this world, ya gotta blast off
to get to the frickin sp-cecraft that i’m on
sittin in the back with a six-pack
cause my friend has abs. man, i’m fifteen, come on!
think i’m whack? well someone’s wrong. i’ll smack you with the back and then the palm
of my hand then c-ck back the other one and whack you with that in the same fashion
run fast, i’m comin after ya with nunchucks that i jacked from
mister benton, i can’t trust him. he p-wned my stuff as crack fund
awesome when in action, throw caution to the wind when rappin
you’re coughin and i’m laughin. must be the heat i’m packin
in this pencil. instrumentals always fall victim. it isn’t incidental
give it a minute and i’ll convince yall that lyricism isn’t what i’m lackin at all
i’m rad, and i’m backin it up. you’re bad, cause your rappin sucks
same old cr-p about havin cash when actually, you make like seven and a half bucks
i’m mad and i’m gonna erupt. if that is good, then i’m gonna give up
wait, i take that back. that makes me amazing as f—. listen up
take me down now, i’m never givin up
no way, no how i’m missin out on that much
patiently waitin to break new ground
and if i break a leg, i will take the crutch
pound you in the face. hate makes for a great grudge
make no mistake, the radio’s full of drudge
k dot and slim shady raise the bar way up
far as i can see it, it remains untouched
i don’t give a dang if you bang sl-ts
i could care less if you’re caked up
i hope and pray ya don’t get famous
if you’re sayin the same stuff wayne does
why must thou acquaint us with ways of goin about that’re dangrous?
martians, they’d hate us. some brains need a change-up
not mine
don’t c-ck nines, no columbine
wolf haley does, tyler’s fine
paradoxal lines, clock the time
it takes me to make me a crazy buzz while these fakes just
watch the incline. i’m sublime and what i got
is top notch rhymes. i’m not even in my prime
remember that. lost my mind but imma get it back
just p-ss me that pen and pad then imma write cr-p that’ll mend the crack
been a minute and i defend the fact that i’m a lyricist with tremendous tracks
if you’re sayin swag in your raps, i’d recommend to put an end to that
swag’s a fad. fads change and it happens fast
it’s strange but that’s a fact. your brain flips faster than an acrobat
can’t stand all this lame cr-p that’s as fake as a blaine magic act
make it rain, i’ll make a cataract, a brainstorm to battle that
i ain’t the norm and that’s great cause i hate the norm
we’re too great to conform with what’s normal. let’s wage war
and make more than a faint roar. yeah, let’s make em pay for
makin us feel strange for bein what’s in our nature
watch me take the floor. think i’m strange? come on, take a tour
through my mind. you’ll find fine lines beside neural pathways that’d make your legs sore
i’m great, you’re a waste of sp-ce that’s wastin your
time trynna call me names when i think it’s great to be strange
so back up or get backup. anger’s stacked up
feel free to hate. you lack what makes me great. that’s a
shame but it ain’t bad luck. it’s the way you were raised. mom and dad f-cked up
and made you one to judge others instead of lovin on another
people like you make me real b-tthurt. wanna scream cuss words
cause you mother f—ers think it’s cool and okay to ruin another person’s whole day
you won’t ruin me. keep goin, i’m doin fine
you don’t know the potential i hold but i know you will in due time!
i abuse lines. if that’s a crime, screw a fine
i’ll do the time. i’ll rewind this to remind myself that i’m too sublime
what i got is gruesome rhymes made my an exuberant mind
combine that with my great flow. now i know my future’s fine
k!llin on sight, medusa’s eyes. overreact like pewdiepie
when you hear this track, lose your mind. hope to god that i blew your mind
i’m wyatt, i run riot. screw that, i’m too devine
i’m ruse and i run riots. you can make fun but who’s shinin now?

- ruse rap lyrics

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