Give It Up Lyrics - Singles - R.a. The Rugged Man

(featuring J-Live) 

"Give it up! But - it's - just - no - use!" 

[Chorus: sample] 

"Give it up! Oh Lord... give it all to you 

I try, but - it's - just - no - use!" 

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[R.A. the Rugged Man] 

Aiyo, give it up, rush you up, no fuss, blood rush 

Cuss much, what's mine? You bust nuts, crunch crunch 

Spark the bud, what's what, the white King Tut 

Out in so-f**k, look who they dug up, yup, it's the Rugged 

On the record with J-Live, I could hardly believe this 

I never thought I'd be rapping on no record with school teachers 

Hair flinch from the eighties, library, lies bury 

TV, tell lies visually, kid you wit me, hostility 

Humility, hillbilly, gorilla, he mentally illy 

Still is he, actually, really killed me, billy 

All that stuff you heard about me, is probably true 

Heard I got the AIDS virus, I probably do 

Ammunition spitting is him, is it, you listening 

Littering written, it's in slippers, get the rebel in him 

Sticking it with sinners, sizzlin' rhythm, verbally hit him 

Did he did it, or did he didn't, admit it 

Pretend he ain't offended, the men and women 

Every minute they in it, don't be 

Every illiterate ignorant critical dissed it 

Every idiot that ain't live it, they talking shit 

I'm R.A. the Rugged Man, get off, my dick 

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[Chorus] 

[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's, is another man's boo-whore 

The label pun's ironic, courtesy of this sport 

Still can't stop a grown man, from pressing report 

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'll 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 spilled it in 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 try'nna save the world through rhyme 

Just another underground, hand-to-mouth microphonist 

Stop your mirror 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 

[Chorus]