Hm-hm, hm-hm
Yeah, ladies and gentlemen

I bring to you, live from Kingston Av.
Crown Heights best M.C.
Rustee J., a road dog, what?



^!$$%s wanna live the life, scared to die to death

Either pass me the liquor, or supply the meth
Cuz ain't nuthin like gettin drunk and high from bless
One wet the throat, one dry the breath

But yo, I can see clearly now that the rain is gone
See the Pharaoh Don, brain is strong, now he trainer's long
Interpretatin entertainers form, to explain his song

To the known population, Operation Bang-a-thon
The science is, my alliance is ultimate
Hip hop revoltin it, reckin the cult or click

The nastiest rapper couldn't even hold my crown
Cuz if he could, then they would of been told by now
Simply, I'm a rap mentor, schoolin my proteges

Control the stage, in the spotlight of solar rays
Black hood fatigue, low top Puma's, polar beige
Double barrel mic position like a hula gauge

Murder half ya staff with just half a paragraph
Then behold the rage, take a step back, fold the page
Now you so amazed cuz I call shots and throw the jays

When I die older age, God'll have my soul appraised
The nastiest, I grafted and mastered this
And just when you thought you heard the last of it, there's one after it

It's not about drugs and murder or things of that nature
Ya self claim legends, mob impersonator
^!$$% this, ^!$$% that, I figure that's your limit

Smoke weed, bust a gat, heart and soul all in it
You stoled an image, my brainstorm rain til finish
After thin hits, nastiness name still diminish

When the days blews dawn, as the phase moves on
The eighty five wit skid rose, CD on, illusion
He equals MC squared, and I is he

G Cypher Divine, born free, V.I.C.
Who mastered the art, grafted the chart
So all you're throne women's gon have to depart

On behalf of the scientifical mathematical
Unmythical, Asiatic true rapper, whose ready to bust a rhyme
When disaster strike, it's like the return of Cee-Lo

Or Wrath of Dice, right now, I'm half of Christ
But in my afterlife, I be fully Allah and you're still half as nice



Peep the way it's goin down right?
I be the Ruck, that's my man Rust' from Crown Heights

Sound tight, like when the pound strike, the clown type...
Assholes!! Word up, I can't even, knowhatimean?
Word up, you touched it too hard ... $#&@ it it's your thing

Rustee Jux, word up, MFC, word up...
Crown Heights ^!$$%s, Brownsville ^!$$%s, worldwide...