"RULAZ" lyrics
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Rich in spirit, feel like I'm Mansa Musa
If ain't 'bout the Coast or RioLoz it's basura (trash)
It's the chain game ruler, y'all just chain smoke hooka
Ain't no weak links around here, we're all jewelers
Droppin' gems, I had a dream, Martin Luther
Haters try angles like they lost in Bermuda
Had to maneuver past fishier niggas than barracudas
Now I howl at the moon through the subwoofer
Still deeper than the lowest scale on the tuba
The grand puba, from Cuba back to Chattanooga
Catch me in the cut waiting for ya like a state trooper
Graduated without a degree, school of hard knocks, fuck a tutor
My niggas never had troubleshootin' like computers
Cause where I'm from, the beef come with sticks like a skewer
We know them industry niggas be full of shit, like the sewer
So we nevermind 'em, what we doin', si!
Rich in spirit, feel like I'm Mansa Musa
Expand ya medula: the standard demanded by Rulaz
Way I birthed the style so organic, I'm damn near a doula
Peculiar, some son niggas me, I'll nephew ya
Why you think I rock the - unk? The kids got a loota spunk
Ya dig, I'll school ya, roll call like shabooya!
Who do ya think you are, intruder? You can't fool us
Worst table manners than Judas
Walking down tyrants, hawked 'em down for talking down on giants
Made 'em all compliant, shook a pride of 20 lions
What's a prayer to a predator? I don't prey regular
I can smell fear from my perimeter (shm, shm)
Then pursue ya!
Rapping at the apex, my rhymes bussin' out the latex
This shit raw, but y'all yaallll stick to safe sex
Or else it's Kama Sutra, might end up in fucked up positions that don't suit ya
Get bad for you losers, it's the coast nigga
Rick in spirit, feel like I'm Mansa Musa
They call us four Mount Rushmore, like we started a Medusa
Straight stone faces, no smoked Gouda (cheese)
Which rapper really want that smoke, nigga
Tell me hookah (cough, cough)
That line was muted
It's Coast Contra, we plead the fifth like the Constitution
The coast is bigger than rap - this a Contrabution
To hip-hop culture, look, I be damned like Vancouver
The Coast control the waves like mother Luna
With flows that can currently school a scuba instructor
No day's off, these rappers really...
They fucking losers, they playing hooky
But the hooks I'm writing could snag a tuna!
A king's pin - here to seve bars like Larry Hoover - amen?
Can I get a halleluja? My brothers are really Truman
Carrying Jim's to give to sinners like Ryan Coogler
But trust, this is not a movie it's Coast nigga
Rich in spirit, feel like I'm Mansa Musa
America came to us, nah - we ain't come from Zamunda
Damage who I'm summa Killuminati
Ya body cap it's translucent, for translation
That mean I seen through ya
nigga I move through niggas like Luda
Don't disturb my peace, cuz you could meet the Buddah in mid-feast
Get chewed up in the belly of the obese
Where odds don't get beat, not even by producers
Cruci-fy these small fry, they yucca, calculated
I deduced this deuce deuce will reduce ya to a bit
No joke, save that for Laughapalooza
Yeah, it's ha-ha for now, but it's wann-wann in the future, look
I'm super good at this trade, nah - I am Luka
They throw parades, I toss grenades
The alley oop was not quite the same
They out classed like Ferris Bueller
How we supposed to make it much more apparent that we the Rulaz?
Rich in spirit, feel like I'm Mansa Musa
If ain't 'bout the Coast or RioLoz it's basura (trash)
It's the chain game ruler, y'all just chain smoke hooka
Ain't no weak links around here, we're all jewelers
Droppin' gems, I had a dream, Martin Luther
Haters try angles like they lost in Bermuda
Had to maneuver past fishier niggas than barracudas
Now I howl at the moon through the subwoofer
Still deeper than the lowest scale on the tuba
The grand puba, from Cuba back to Chattanooga
Catch me in the cut waiting for ya like a state trooper
Graduated without a degree, school of hard knocks, fuck a tutor
My niggas never had troubleshootin' like computers
Cause where I'm from, the beef come with sticks like a skewer
We know them industry niggas be full of shit, like the sewer
So we nevermind 'em, what we doin', si!
Rich in spirit, feel like I'm Mansa Musa
Expand ya medula: the standard demanded by Rulaz
Way I birthed the style so organic, I'm damn near a doula
Peculiar, some son niggas me, I'll nephew ya
Why you think I rock the - unk? The kids got a loota spunk
Ya dig, I'll school ya, roll call like shabooya!
Who do ya think you are, intruder? You can't fool us
Worst table manners than Judas
Walking down tyrants, hawked 'em down for talking down on giants
Made 'em all compliant, shook a pride of 20 lions
What's a prayer to a predator? I don't prey regular
I can smell fear from my perimeter (shm, shm)
Then pursue ya!
Rapping at the apex, my rhymes bussin' out the latex
This shit raw, but y'all yaallll stick to safe sex
Or else it's Kama Sutra, might end up in fucked up positions that don't suit ya
Get bad for you losers, it's the coast nigga
Rick in spirit, feel like I'm Mansa Musa
They call us four Mount Rushmore, like we started a Medusa
Straight stone faces, no smoked Gouda (cheese)
Which rapper really want that smoke, nigga
Tell me hookah (cough, cough)
That line was muted
It's Coast Contra, we plead the fifth like the Constitution
The coast is bigger than rap - this a Contrabution
To hip-hop culture, look, I be damned like Vancouver
The Coast control the waves like mother Luna
With flows that can currently school a scuba instructor
No day's off, these rappers really...
They fucking losers, they playing hooky
But the hooks I'm writing could snag a tuna!
A king's pin - here to seve bars like Larry Hoover - amen?
Can I get a halleluja? My brothers are really Truman
Carrying Jim's to give to sinners like Ryan Coogler
But trust, this is not a movie it's Coast nigga
Rich in spirit, feel like I'm Mansa Musa
America came to us, nah - we ain't come from Zamunda
Damage who I'm summa Killuminati
Ya body cap it's translucent, for translation
That mean I seen through ya
nigga I move through niggas like Luda
Don't disturb my peace, cuz you could meet the Buddah in mid-feast
Get chewed up in the belly of the obese
Where odds don't get beat, not even by producers
Cruci-fy these small fry, they yucca, calculated
I deduced this deuce deuce will reduce ya to a bit
No joke, save that for Laughapalooza
Yeah, it's ha-ha for now, but it's wann-wann in the future, look
I'm super good at this trade, nah - I am Luka
They throw parades, I toss grenades
The alley oop was not quite the same
They out classed like Ferris Bueller
How we supposed to make it much more apparent that we the Rulaz?
