T-Ruckus - Beatdown lyrics

[Virtuoso] Yo, I be attestin' bad you soon discover I'm the best around Virtuoso omnipotent medulla rule the extra crowds Step in battles weapon-rals give ya chest a pound 'til ya breast is ground meat Pharaohs Army sound fleet Snatch ahold of half ya soul make, ca**erole Crack a pole on ya back and roll you in the blackest hole The winter brewed, enter nude Amazonian jungle warfare Silver back guerilla I'm covered in more hair Than four chairs in a barber shop Vocals hard as rocks and the beat's on smash Make ya veto, jigga weak foe Cause my machete unique flow f**in' beat yo a** I got the key to sense or hear a deer sharp as fox Sound as when carver chop, galaxies and stars'll drop You know Virt, run with ogres who throw dirt Stomp ya a** 'til ya bones squirt like yogurt [T-Ruckus] Aiyyo rush extreme pervert, I'm undercover covert You need to put in work, and get ya games out my face Let the flames in the place, you f**in' wid Ruck's a fatal move You stand in disgrace yo my brain's in outerspace Taste the toxic, improved reflexes like shadowboxin' Sternum crack, extreme force applied to ya back Pick ya torture that's the rack I'll scortch ya with the lift And word style I clash like, (woof) with full clips Guerilla war I k**ed ya core Atilla the Hun don't want none I'' bash your f**in' head into the floor Spittin' shots through ya door, and kick that b**h down From the bowel, where Ruck throws the mic to the ground In discussin' Ruck you trust, word to us You spittin' the sh** we flush time to bust And crack the earth's crust with one thrust Nasty as sh**, toxic the hazardous, an*lyst [Hook] "I got it locked from the 2-1 pound to beantown" From Philly to Boston we tossin' cats to the ground "Then some clown jumps up to get beatdown" Virtuoso, T-Ruckus, Jedi Mind for the crown "I got it locked from the 2-1 pound to beantown" We cats that speak growls to blast ya weak sound "Then some clown jumps up to get beatdown" Big Virt, Ruckus, Jedi bring the beatdown [Vinnie Paz a.k.a Ikon] Prepare for the blitzkrieg, ya wrist bleed into six seas Ya veinless, my stainless will split trees The fist need to smash through the brain Soul of the chauvanist cast into the flame You'll come to learn that my flesh is unslashable You damn coward ya man power is laughable ya chest blastable The chaplain'll smash you in the adam's apple For not doin' what's asked of you That's the last of you, I'm a sick ba*tard I spit gases and split rappers wid pick axes From Illadelph Shambala to Los Angeles Rappers are mummified from the number of bandages that I inflicted With guillotine swiftness We mean vicious and fiends can get they spleen shifted [Jus Allah a.k.a Megatron] Jus Allah and Vinnie Paz, leave ya flags raised at half mast Let the f** off wid less crimes than f**in' cats The wrath, leavin' you outside and jacked Then we drop more shells than pregnant crabs The Glock make motherf**as bow down in hell You opened immediate, like priority mail That's my dog and I clean up after his tail So the evidence can't pin the god in jail Leavin' you peeled, buried in an underground cell While your family still hopin' you alive and well Call the Reaper, tell him I got, lives for sale I'm paid for each motherf**a supplied to hell I can tell y'all can provide work for me Motherf**a like Hercules versus Freddy Mercury Virtuoso pa** the blunt And let Megatron smoke these trees down to stumps [Hook] (2x)