Give It Up
J-Live & R.A. The Rugged Man Lyrics

Give it up! Oh Lord.... give it all to you
Surrender everything to the divine power

Aiyo, give it up, rush you up, no fuss, blood rush
Let go of your ego, get pumped up without creating any trouble

Cuss much, what's mine? You bust nuts, crunch crunch
Swear a lot, what's yours? You're working really hard

Spark the bud, what's what, the white King Tut
Smoke the marijuana, understand the situation, the high-grade weed is ruling

Out in so-fuck, look who they dug up, yup, it's the Rugged
Out in the middle of nowhere, look who's back, yes, it's the Rugged Man

On the record with J-Live, I could hardly believe this
Featured on a track with J-Live, it's hard to believe

I never thought I'd be rapping on no record with school teachers
Never imagined rapping on a track with teachers

Hair flinch from the eighties, library, lies bury
An eighties kid with a lot of hair, libraries full of lies

TV, tell lies visually, kid you wit me, hostility
The TV visually broadcasts lies, are you with me, hostility

Humility, hillbilly, gorilla, he mentally illy
Humility, hillbilly, gorilla, he is mentally ill

Still is he, actually, really killed me, billy
He's still alive, in fact, he really amazes me, dude

All that stuff you heard about me, is probably true
All the rumors you heard about me are likely true

Heard I got the AIDS virus, I probably do
I heard I have the AIDS virus, it's probably true

Ammunition spitting is him, is it, you listening
He's spitting ammunition, are you listening

Littering written, it's in slippers, get the rebel in him
Written on scraps and on his slippers, bringing out the rebel within him

Sticking it with sinners, sizzlin' rhythm, verbally hit him
Hanging out with sinners, delivering a powerful rap flow, hitting him with rhymes

Did he did it, or did he didn't, admit it
Did he do it or not? Admit it

Pretend he ain't offended, the men and women
Pretend he's not offended, the men and women

Every minute they in it, don't be
They're in it every minute, don't be

Every illiterate ignorant critical dissed it
Every illiterate critic dissed it

Every idiot that ain't live it, they talking shit
Every idiot who hasn't lived it is talking nonsense

I'm R.A. the Rugged Man, get off, my dick
I am R.A. the Rugged Man, don't bother me

Give it up, for the Gods & the Earths, ladies and gentleman
Pay respect to the Gods & Earths, ladies, and gentlemen

All the human families, the wicked can't stand me
All the human families, the wicked hate me

The righteous man hands me the mic, it's uncanny how
The righteous man gave me the mic, it's strange how it happened

One man's penalty's, is another man's boo-whore
One man's punishment, is another man's opportunity

The label pun's ironic, courtesy of this sport
The label's pun is ironic because of this industry

Still can't stop a grown man, from pressing report
You can't stop a man from speaking his truth

A free man can either be freedom or free label
A free man can either have freedom or be owned by a label

When you spent, what you make, to keep making, you can't save
When you spend all that you earn, to keep the cycle going, you can't save

A damn thing, no savings, that's how life'll enslave ya
You won't have anything to save, and that's how life will enslave you

That's why I strive daily; to be my own savior
That's why I strive every day to be my own savior

I know when shine glows and reflects in my behavior
I know when my inner light shines, it reflects in my behavior

So caught in between checks, I spilled it in respect
Caught between paychecks, I revealed it with respect

So give it up, if your mission's belittling my position
Surrender if your mission is to belittle me

As a microphone physician, making you listen
As a master of the microphone, making you listen

Me and Rugged Man relate, through a previous poem
Rugged Man and I can relate through a previous track

Like he said, I'm mad famous, for being unknown
As he said, I'm famous but I'm unknown

On records for ten years, I can hardly believe it
On records for a decade, it's hard to believe

Never thought I'd be perceived, as just some rapping school teacher
Never thought I'd be viewed as just a rapper who's also a teacher

Just some dude, that can cut and rhyme, same time
Just a guy who can mix and rhyme at the same time

Just some conscious kid, that's try'nna save the world through rhyme
Just a conscious young man trying to change the world through his lyrics

Just another underground, hand-to-mouth microphonist
Just another underground rapper who struggles to make ends meet

Stop your mirror rap, just to stop you in your tracks
Stop your fake raps to put you in your place

This will stomp you on your track, justice is not just
This track will crush you, justice isn't always fair

Another ordinary rapper, I'm the crown royal block
I'm not just another rapper, I'm the best of the best

With a velvet bag, matter of fact, and since the swagger is back
With a luxurious velvet bag, and now that my confidence is back

And backed by, a whole nation of millions
And supported by millions of people

You can't hold me, my new floor is my old ceiling
You can't stop me, my new standard is higher than my previous one

That's why I'm guaranteed, to leave you with something you lack, so just
That's why I guarantee to provide something you lack, so just