Posse Cut - R.A. The Rugged Man, Hell Razah, JoJo Pellegrino

I keep it ghetto where it’s grimey, grimey, you know how Bed-Stuy be

Throwing them block parties, building with God bodies

Before Dirty died, BK been lively

My project army, Red Hook been behind me

I spit jewels shiny, bright as Illuminati

The black owl see the white inside Colin Powell

Hitler and George Bush, they got you acting Nazi

I be a child of Israel, young Haile Selassie

Ghetto Government, ark of the covenant

A track with Rugged Man, I had to come fuck with it

JoJo, Remedy, Blaq Poet, running shit

Mmm, that’s how you comes with it?

I fucks with it, yo

Pelle' keep it a thousand, a hundred percent

He got clout and a ton of respect

Never sold my soul, I leased to him when he cut me the check

Sit pretty, spitting ugly, I say this nice and clear

I’m the best that never did it, all them other guys is ehh

Unimpressed with the state of rap, I’mma help them embrace the fact

Move forward, take it back, shedding light, watch 'em fade to black

Blap, and fuck rappers that can’t compare to me

They scared of me, Pelle' the streets, keep your ear to me

I pop a pill, chill, sit back, release my anxiety

Got two exotic Colombian bitches on both sides of me

Make clothes, raid codes, Mr. Secret Society

I hate liars, this is the truth, there’s no denying me

Fuck you, pay me what you owe me, let 'em know

Staten Island like Joey, I’m Israeli like Razah is

Young Haile Selassie, white Jew, never Nazi

There’s black and white poets in hand, yo Rugged Man

Like Bo King cousin, bass in your face, displaying hate in the place

White folks hate me, I’m disgracing the race

Underground I hold the crown and I ain’t gon' pass it

Every verse that I spit, I give birth to a classic

Am I ignorant?

Hmm, maybe, hmm, probably, am I genius?

That’s a possibility, possibly, as amazing

As I spit it’s obvious, I’m the cockiest, I write hits

I don’t need no Gwen Stefani’s or Fergie white chicks

Kill the species of weak MC’s, faggot rappers

I’m allergic to your sweetness like diabetes

Master of mack, and max relax and jab in slabber

You battle, you bagging your bitch, waving and bruising

Will leave in a broken ragged Caddy, babbling

Traveling, bullets splattering

Rat-a-tat shattering, I’m the Gracie family grappling, yup

And hating on me is like hating the truth

You can lie to yourself, but deep down you know I’m the truth

Why?

Blaq Poet motherfucker

That’s the name, and I’ll, blow your troubles

Right out your brain, it’s insane how I penetrate

Your dome piece, microphone fiend, fuck the police

I’m a known beast, I get it popping, I’m not stopping

Lyrical AK spray, got your body flip flopping

Yo, R.A., who the fuck want it?

I have these punks running back up in they mama stomach

I’m a real deal, straight from the gutter

Might fuck the hood, but you dumb motherfuckers

Ya’ll can give it up, I don’t give a fuck, just

Get out the way, I’m coming through like what, plus

The guns bust, no dust, no rust, trust

You better roll with the rush, don’t oppose us

Or get crushed by the truck, all G’s up

When the shit start you better not freeze up