Give It Up

[Intro]

(Give it up!

But it's just no use!)

[Hook: sample]

(Give it up! Oh Lord

Give it all to you

I try, but it's just no use!)

[Verse 1: R.A. the Rugged Man]

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

[Hook]

[Verse 2: J-Live]

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

[Hook]