Razor Gloves Lyrics - R.a. The Rugged Man

It's not a possibility you could ever survive 

That's just the logicality of the Devil inside 

Any ounce of goodness in me was never revived 

Disconnected or completely connected with God 

The hell-hound spellbound where destiny lie 

The bells sound, knelt down, the effigy cry 

A couple rappers want a beef they respectfully die 

They ended up losing they teeth, but I left them alive 

I clash with skull in one hand, the other a spine 

I snap a muh'fucker head, 

he dead on the dime 

I carve a muh'fucker up like Geppetto with knives 

That's the magic of the Persian and Arab design 

That's the marriage of exertion, inertia defined 

That's the savage that was perfectly nurtured in time 

I put pacifists in caskets my version of crime 

my passion is bursting your mind 

Yeah! Ahahahahaha. Box Cuttah Pazzy! 

God.God.God.God of the Serengeti! 

Sirens and ambulances in the streets, there's race, riots and panthers 

And cops hosing down innocent bystanders 

Hand grenades and shanks, automatic bullets, pray to the banks 

Government emergency military sending in tanks 

How did I get in this position? 

I'm sick of living, Kevorkian vision 

And bridge jumpin', razor blade wrists slittin' 

In the car garage carbon monixide sniffin', wine glass full of cyanide sippin' 

Russian roulette, the chamber's spinnin' 

Death by my own manslaughter 

I'm going out like Ernest Hemingway and his sister and his brother and his father and his granddaughter 

Society losing religion, there's too much heat in Lucifer's kitchen 

Never know if a politician's speaking truth or fiction 

You spit with true conviction you'll be the victim of a crucifixion 

The hangman will leave you from a noose swinging and ruin your mission 

Not every punk on the street is recordable 

These snitches will start singing and turn the police precinct into a musical 

Most these thugs is snitching ass cowards 

You ain't nothing but somebody's bitch in prison getting dick in the showers 

Too many sleeping on me like narcolepsy, my weapon arsenal is deadly 

I'm deathly and honest they ain't ever market it correctly 

Piss on the pavement in the public, jerk my dick on the Fox News 

Police piss me off, I'll pull it out and piss on they cop shoes. Comeon 

G.G.O.D. of the Serengeti! 

You gonna turn this robbery to a homicide 

The desert eagle is lethal, evil personified 

Dominicans here take you for a dollar ride 

You want beef you gonna lose god stop his vibe 

I don't respect life, pussy if you die you die 

Most high, Rastafar-I eye and eye 

I'm always gonna keep it gutter like a five and dime 

And when I die the prophecy gonna stay alive 

Yeah, and y'all should study all the things that's written 

About the Roman Empire and the Kings of Britain 

Merlin exists and manuscripts have been forbidden 

And understand that King James is a piece of fiction (brat!) 

Mantova 

I'm no fool, I'm old school like my grandfather 

Ain't nobody take my punch that can stand conscious 

Psychologically imbalanced, I'm a man's conscience 

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