paroles de chanson Tom Thum - R.A. the Rugged Man
I
got
a
big
head
and
a
fat
ego
I
got
the
starving
and
hungry
poverty
superiority
flow
My
pistol
is
old
school
class,
I'm
peeling
your
ass
fast
Yo,
I'm
uncontrollably
gifted,
I
totally
ripped
it
I'm
vocally
vicious
Naming
the
best
ever,
I'm
supposed
to
be
listed
Even
if
I'm
emotionally
and
overly
twisted
and
socially
timid
And
every
chick
had
left
with
a
broken
ovary
when
I
hit
it
The
fans
follow
me
like
disciples,
I'm
Charlton
Heston
Not
the
Moses
version,
I'm
the
gun
toting
version
with
the
rifles
Don't
let
them
crabs
gash
you
When
I'm
jacking
a
rapper
and
ripping
the
jacket
And
patching
your
ass
and
using
a
machete
to
smash
you
I'll
rob
anyone,
anywhere,
under
the
jacket,
get
the
flame
up
Pull
the
gun
out
at
your
wedding
while
your
grandma
do
the
macarana
All
these
feminine
rappers
wanna
see
me
dead
and
buried
Too
many
rappers
is
drag-queened
out;
Tyler
Perry
Sick
of
the
similar
imitating
I
did
it
already
to
pitifully
paint
'em
The
bigger
the
better,
debate
'em
You
biting
what
I'm
spitting,
you
already
verbatim
I
don't
need
to
breathe
when
I
rap,
I
got
gills,
fuck
lungs
I'm
like
a
superhero
out
of
the
toilet
of
the
slums
Come
on
Every
verse
like
a
firearm
Blasting
ya
I'm
the
greatest!
You
ain't
shit
Compared
to
me.
Shacking
up
for
the
night
at
the
crib
with
a
B-movie
actress
Shocking
next
to
the
bed
and
the
wad
of
cash
under
the
mattress
As
a
kid
I
wasn't
into
theatrics
After
school
my
daddy
used
to
teach
me
combative
Green
Beret
tactics
My
flow
natural,
you
artificial,
beefed
up
Barry
Bonds
at
BALCO
Dope
or
dog
food?
I
spit
heroin,
your
rhymes
are
alpo
I
ain't
into
the
tight
jeans
I'm
into
bar
brawls,
brass
knuckles,
and
bloody
fight
scenes
The
mainstream
pussies
ever
give
me
props?
No,
nada
That's
like
the
Fox
News
giving
props
to
Obama
Wait,
I
teach
the
children
and
the
world
the
word
hate
I
eat
pussy
'til
every
dyke
on
the
Earth
turn
straight
I'm
disturbing
with
the
grammar
I'm
more
disturbing
than
bombing
the
baptist
church
of
Birmingham,
Alabama
I've
been
repping
I'll
put
a
hit
on
any
paper
that
my
pen
blessing
I'm
nice
with
the
hands,
each
fist
is
a
registered
weapon
I'll
leave
you
forever
rested
I
don't
care
if
you're
beefed
up
on
steroids
or
what
you
bench
pressing
I'm
at
the
Best
Western
and
tossing
your
girl
salad
with
some
French
dressing
Hit
you
with
a
batter
of
hatchets
in
the
back
of
a
ratchet
My
flow,
ain't
a
rapper
that
match
it
Too
much
lyricism
too
digest,
I
do
it
on
purpose
Two
of
my
bars
is
more
lyrical
than
two
of
your
verses
Come
on
Every
verse
like
a
firearm
Blasting
ya
I'm
the
greatest!
You
ain't
shit
Compared
to
me.
I
tour
the
world
You're
at
home
with
your
momma
I
get
ass
Every
night
you
get
no
ass
Suck
my
balls,
and
choke
on
my
dick
you
bitch
You
ain't
shit
Compared
to
me.
![R.A. the Rugged Man - Legends Never Die](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/b/d/4/2/mynkob24db.jpg)
1 Still Diggin Wit Buck
2 The People's Champ
3 Definition of a Rap Flow (Albee 3000)
4 Learn Truth
5 Bang Boogie
6 Tom Thum
7 Holla-Loo-Yuh
8 Holla-Loo-Yuh
9 Media Midgets
10 Shoot Me in the Head
11 Legends Never Die (Daddy's Halo)
12 The Dangerous Three
13 Luv to Fuk
14 Underground Hitz
15 Laugh, Clown, Laugh
16 Sam Peckinpah
17 Sam Peckinpah
18 Outro
19 Still Get Through the Day
20 Make You Famous (Bonus Track)
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