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Rude Awakening
(Produced & written by: J.
Hofstetter)
Open your eyes it’s a rude awakening
An album introduction/ use Garage Band production/
This mic I’m clutchin’/ I feel the adrenaline rushin’/
Press the play button/ like The Roots would say, Don’t Say Nothin’
You see the enemy/ is the industry/ but I make the remedy/
It’s my turn around the creation of the century
Hot like fire with skills/ that kills/ to pay the bills/
Teens being influenced like poppin’ ecstasy pills
I’m a star on the rise, on the verge of being big/
I’m a grown ass man shit I aint no kid
My flows/ grows/ never oppose/ raps better than those/
So many hits can’t count ‘em on your fingers and toes
What follows is my life slangin’ beats on the streets/
Fuck the police/ tryin’ to catch us for our rap sheets
All you hear is my creation/ I’ve been patiently waitin’/
The sound is blatant/ it’s the money that I’m makin’
But fools are sellin’ out only speak about ya chedda’/
I’m hard like steel and you’re just soft like leather
Am I fact or fiction/ music is my addiction/
Verbal abuse is the weapon that I’m pickin’
Feel my satisfaction/ aint no pistol packin’/
Here we are it goes 3, 2, 1, action
Reloaded
(Produced & written by: J.
Hofstetter)
This is that rollin’ deep, hardcore fly shit/
2 Rude is everlasting since the fire is lit
I’m no Bow Wow call me the new kid on the block/
Choppin’ and screwin’ the hip-hop with the rock
Get ludicrous, hyphy whatever lets do this/
Rep the 2 Rude go on and throw up them deuces
Drink some, smoke some/ take shit from no one/
A new revolution is what I have begun
Solid as a diamond, do damage with force/
No waistin’ time in this life cant feel no remorse
Artistically athletic/ in shape with work ethic/
Impressed already with the first track on the first record
You’re in shock and aw, stunned from what your ears are hearin’/
Thoughts racin’ all around but keep disappearin’
It aint fake, real talk, me live and direct in the flesh/
A lotta artists are kids out playin’ at recess
Me I practice and practice/ increase my tactics/
Modernized flow, but appreciate the classics
But good isn’t great, and the best isn’t better/
So I take the knowledge and I throw it all together
Lines like rounds from the Beretta/ get that chedda’/
Yeah you’re good, but in all truth you know that I’m betta
Goin’ left, goin’ right/ rippin’ that shit all night
I’m off my rocka’ for real, you know I’m outta sight
Chorus (X2)
Do what you do/ aint no stoppin’ 2 Rude/
He’s an ill dude/ down to settle any feud
Sweet sugar coated/ rap is the motive/
Not the one who gloated/ on fire I’m reloaded
Yeah I’m white with the mic/ can’t freestyle so I write/
My career is grounded but it’s about to take flight
Alone in this world, solo but with a crew of many/
Can’t tell who or what, like who killed Kenny
They watch my back, and I do the same with theirs/
My futures not in my dreams, it’s in the nightmares
I perform like a champ in situations of clutch/
Like Missy Misdemeanor I be passin’ the dutch
I’m reppin’ the Mile High till the day that I die/
Jealous of my success I can see it in your eye
Rain or shine/ you best believe I get mine/
Industries bein’ taken over like I’m Tech N9ne
I’ll Let the trigger finger/ linger/ rapper’ not a singer/
The profound sound kills cause I’m the death bringer
I’ll be here awhile/ like B Rabbit in 8 Mile/
Use the ancient tools to grow, follow the dial
Stick to my religion, teach others like a Buddhist monk/
Get enrolled in my class, but believe that you will flunk
You aint gotta chance/ you bore me with the sappy romance/
Against all odds I win like Livestrong Lance
Chorus (X2)
Unexplainable 1
(Produced & written by: J.
Hofstetter)
We gonna’ start it like this so lay back and relax/
Turn up the volume and pull out the weed sacks
No matter what kind of tires you on pull off to the side/
Lay the seat back, and let the beat ride
Better get comfortable got plenty tracks to go/
Finished the album, and rode solo
Had so many things that kept pushin’ me hard/
I’ll never sell out to ya’ll wont even disregard/
Don’t opposing the liking of my rap ability/
Fuck! the hater system has really started killing me
I’ll just move at my own pace, stop actin’ two faced/
Keep it up, and your job will be replaced
Worked in the lab for forty days and forty nights/
Got no sleep, but stayed high as string-less kites
You wouldn’t dare to compare/ the cold stare/
Come to my crib, and you can see the lion’s lair
Chorus
Uh oh, anotha’ foul mouth rapper/
Causin’ drama, and makin’ a disaster
But you can’t see that my plans are on sight/
Work all day, and write lyrics every night
Tear down the walls, in the recording booth/
Neva’ lie and speak, and speak nothin’ but the truth
As real as could be, but some rap for no reason/
All through the year, it stays killa’ season
You may see this verse on the head lined column/
If I ever were to quit then I’d hit rock bottom
I’m rowin’ a sinkin’ ship without a wooden paddle/
And I’m movin’ upstream which is only half the battle
I can diss and hate, but that aint my style/
Goin’ through the motions just puts you in denial
Sometimes I think too hard and my brain overflows/
Ladies take one look and its off with they clothes
Just tryin’ to impose the real meaning of life
Got certain beliefs but still we all unite
Cause while I’m writin’ I’m fightin’ and dreamin’ to enlighten/
But jealous mutha fuckas’ just keep on bitin’
So I brush my shoulders off, ignore the side talk/
Strap on my boots and just continue to walk
I have the ability to say what I please/
So does everyone else, but I do it with the steez
Others can diss if they really wanna’/
Get in my ride, permanent smell of marijuana
Inhale then exhale that’s the process/
Blow off the stress/ and thank bud for the bless
Chorus
I neva’ make a mistake/ these rhymes may seem like cake/
Be careful what you wish for, don’t fuck up your own fate
You see me chillin’ in the back of the ride blazed/
Chokin’/ on that poent/ beautiful sticky purple haze
Got so many habits that need constant support/
Our crew doesn’t play games, we treat this shit like a sport
Prepare and focus before each and every session/
If you don’t know, take notes cause here’s the first lesson
You may be uttered in disgust, when you act off of lust/
So roll the dice, play the game, and don’t get burned in the dust
We got page after page, that’s revealed on stage/
It’s somethin’ like a brutal animal that’s locked in a cage
They only let us out in the deep dark night/
Trained to be swift, but able to put up with a fight
Cause you see I’m my own super hero/
Makin’ mutha’ fuckas scared of me like Robert DeNiro
Chorus
Sexy Lady
(Produced & written by: J.
Hofstetter)
Yo what up girl you wanna be in my dynamic/
But once the word hits the streets, all will be in panic
I see you starin’ from the other side of the room/
My career is just beginning to blossom and bloom
Maybe we can get together, and you can get my style/
But I must warn you I was born to be wild
But I’m not foul, I can give you the world/
But real love aint about the diamonds and pearls
Your first will always be the one that hurts/
You keep picturin’ that girl in a miny skirt
You hate to love her, but the feelin’ wont stop/
As time goes on, your heart starts to rot
I’m getting’ the sense/ that the problem is more dense/
It’s just unbelievable like that cow jumpin’ the fence
2 Rude just wants to kick it and spit a little a game/
My lines are fresher than any top pimp mayne
I’ll commit if you can just be loyal/
Nothin’ gets between us strong like roots in the soil
Cause baby girl, I can see our future now/
You in that white dress sayin’ our wedding vow
Chorus
Sexy lady it’s me and you/
There aint no tellin’ what we cant do
Sexy lady I know you wanna ride/
So come on in on my passenger side
Sexy lady you know I got ya back/
You know who you want, that’s a proven fact
Sexy lady the world has been taken/
So be with me and keep that ass on shakin’
Sexy lady dip on down to the floor/
And when I want it baby girl give me some mo’
Sexy lady make that body move right/
I’m here from now all the way through the night
Take a ride with me in my ’97 Maxi/
Or you can go with the other dude in a fuckin’ taxi
The way your hair hangs low, makes me wanna fuck/
Lets roll back to my crib to see what’s up
Make your hips sway and make that ass dip low/
When we ride, I feel like I’m ridin’ with a pro
You neva’ let me down, together through thick and thin/
Stay with ya boy and you’re bound to win
With that see through top and them high heels/
You look perfect ridin’, on my black wheels
My name rolls off your tongue/ and you get sprung/
Lets make it the best while we are still young
It’s all about you no matter where we are/
Don’t let me down and you can be a superstar
I wont lie, or cheat, or fiddle with ya heart/
Something you wont regret, come on lets be smart
Make the decision, you can take it or leave it/
But I’m movin’ on no matter what, you betta’ believe it
I know it sounds harsh, but I wanna be straight/
We don’t need any bullshit on our plate
Chorus
If you got any problems you know I can solve ‘em/
Rely on me, for you I will keep on ballin
No tears in our life, its all smiles here/
After bein’ with me all the clouds will clear
My reputation stands strong I wont do ya wrong/
By the end of the night I’ll have you singin’ my song
See a new dimension/ and pay attention/
Could be hard to stay with my comprehension
I got a confession/ come on keep on steppin’/
You and me around man well keep on reepin’
We go as far as we want, all the way to the moon/
Back in no time by the afternoon
Pour a little Perion right on the rocks/
Tonight girl, I’m gonna rock off ya socks
Bringin’ my top game just to impress/
Come on hike up the skirt, and let me see ya breasts
Want to get intimate and show you how I spit/
No other man in this life can match my wit
You know it’s true, and you can’t deny it/
I’ll fight for you girl, even take on a riot
Chorus
Taladega Knights
(Produced & written by: J.
Hofstetter)
I begin with a new sheet, and a head of lead/
If I didn’t do this then I’m better off dead
I’ve created something that I thought could never be/
A sweet soothing sounding melody
My hearts sayin’ yes, but my brain is tellin’ me no/
But I love it so bad that I’ll neva’ let it go
It’s like when I look in the mirror, I see a warrior/
Suited up, ready for battle, down to cause mass historia
Loyalty reppin’ while I’m half steppin’/
This microphone here is my only weapon
I’m doin’ my thang while I’m pursuin’ my dream/
But at the end of it all, it just seems like a scheme
My writing utensil gives me the power/
To say what I want, and continue to devour
What comes around goes around, and that’s the truth/
If I had an alcohol percentage it would be 100 proof
They say your actions speak louder than your words/
But I think I speak for every rapper when I say that shits absurd
I’ve experienced so much but seen so little/
One day my heart will give my mind an acquittal
This is pride hiding under my chest/
Fuckin’ up in school, so I feel neglect
Don’t move at a pace that’s too quick for your feet/
Cause your mind will be racing when you decide to go to sleep
Chorus (X2)
We just some, Taladega Knights/
You can hate what I write/
I’ll knock on any haters that wanna try and bite
I’ll bust/ and yull be eatin’ my dust
Do a little shake/ and bake/
>From state to state
Fuckin’ with this, yull get your mind trapped/
I’ll beat you in the end, on the final lap
Step in the ring/ and bow down to your king/
I’m gonna win a trophy for doin’ this rap thing
No competition, I’m just beatin’ myself
I’ve worked so hard, but have no wealth
Sittin’ in the same lane/ doin’ the same thang/
Don’t understand why I can’t maintain
It’s my choice to portray the way I am/
Give mad kudos, and show love to my fam
This is my fate,/ man I can’t escape/
Take a step back, and watch me demonstrate
Lyrics comin’ in all different directions/
In my music I ask too many fuckin’ questions
But the beauty and divine/ allows my rhythm to rhyme/
If you’re not in the front then you’re fallin’ behind
Try to top the champ, but there aint no use/
Just vibe to my shit and chill like a masseuse
My physical feature aint my main concern/
It’s when will the people make it my turn
You may be shocked and amazed/ with the words on the page/
Yet you still don’t even know my age
Givin’ all I can to live for something that I love/
Strivin’ for the gold, and whatever lies above
Chorus (X2)
Life
(Produced & written by: J.
Hofstetter)
Wanna talk about life, shit life aint eva’ ova’/
Even if the whole weight of the world is on your shoulda’
Sometimes it will cause distress/ make you wanna lose your breath/
But hold steady cause you don’t know how many days you have left
Anger and hate begin to take action/
Feel like you do so much, with no satisfaction
A lot say life is too short, but to me it’s too long/
Each and everyday, everyone’s tryin’ to hold on
Nights spent in the rain/ tryin’ to remain/ sain/
Only the weak in the weak in this world will feel the pain
There are steps taken throughout your everyday life/
Dodgin’ and duckin’ the corners to not get bite
You hold your own/ not prone/ to condone/
Keep your cool, and just let your mind roam
Cause there are deep, dark secrets held within us all/
It’s what causes people to climb and then fall
Follow in the footsteps of a musical genius/
Take time to listen, but don’t make it an inconvenience
Plan to leave my mark on this difficult profession/
Thank whom ever it was that left me with this blessin’
I use everyday knowledge on this music tip/
Always doin’ somethin’ so there’s no need to trip
Some situations make you wanna lose hope/
Try to keep my grasp, but lose grip of the rope
Temptations tend to make you commit dumb decisions/
All your dreams and thoughts are vivid in your visions
I was took by surprise/ when I finally realized/
That I had a skill that needed to be utilized
Had to take a deep breath to assure it was true/
Discovering something, I didn’t know I could do
>From that day on/ my heart has been with my songs/
A little offbeat, but it still tags along
Influenced by many that are in the same line of work/
I just started really early, when I was just a little twirp
So as time passed my flow pattern progressed/
Got more confident and people were impressed
Don’t turn your back on things that you adore/
Friendships are fragile, like glass hittin’ the floor/
Locally known but I want to make it national/
Wont be influenced to do things that are irrational
Never get off task I just stick to the plan/
Work my hardest and always gain a new fan
Cause with all the hard work comes a little reward/
All the times I prayed I was just ignored/
But it’s okay/ I know I’ll live another day/
Get what I want in any kind of fuckin’ way
Some will tell lies just to seem like the coolest/
When they don’t even know that they look foolish
But I yearn/ to earn/ while my hearts burn/
Worry about yourself, don’t care for my concern
They give me this like I’m just a wanna be/
But I could out verse anyone quite honestly
About 2?
(Produced & written by: J.
Hofstetter)
I’ comin’ through, about to blaze ya sector/
Eatin’ up these MC’s like Hannibal Lector
I got infinite energy/ so I’ll never fatigue/
Placin’ a spot may be hard in this rap league
But I do my best/ to impress/ never the less/
Practice and study before every flow sesh
I love my job, tryin’ to make it my career/
I got my goals on sight, they never disappear
People say they like it but I’m not even finished/
Time after time/ the rhyme schemes deminished
They’re gonna crown me king and bow in my presence/
Creating a disaster like Christmas without presents
My music is like a drug, it makes you feel psychedelic/
Goin’ against religion, and blowin’ up the relic
Takin’ good out of bad, and the nice out of mean/
Seepin’ through the picture on this rap scene
This is non-fiction it’s as real as could be/
Makin’ a new sweet sounding melody
Easiest way to write is to bash on the enemy/
Say what you say, use your independence see
I could rap circles around/ all these fake clowns/
In the course of my life I’ve smoked pounds and pounds
I’m not tryin’ ta brag and boast, but I know I got skill/
The amount of trash I hear could cover a landfill
Goin’ out on a limb and flirtin’ with disaster/
Testin’ my time, shit I’ll write the rhyme faster
Settin’ the mood/ every goal is pursued/
Every action that’s done is always subdued
I aint shaky with the mic, I stay rock steady/
Rush is like water through the levy/ the pressures getting’ heavy
I don’t lean, but I rock to the sound of the rhythm/
Know what’s gonna be said when the beat is givin’
Resume to prove that I kill the track every time/
No pause in my position, I continue to climb
About to unload before I get pushed off the edge/
When I was young I stuck to my own pledge
It was live everyday like it’s gonna be my last/
Every goal that’s set, can always be surpassed
Never settle for average plan to be at the top/
Cause stimulation in the form of hip-hop
For now they all take me as a joke/ writ what I wrote/
Every part’s my own quote
So now here I am spittin’ live and direct/
The main key to success is to have intellect
Fed up with the struggle to try and constantly please/
Need a time to rest and have all of the stress to cease
Accept me, don’t hate my brutality/
Sharin’ my talent to earn a salary
Assume I’m fit for this job/ I’ll move through your façade
Comin’ through so hard/ I’ll start my own mob
Smooth 27’z
(Produced & written by: J.
Hofstetter & T. Cashion)
Take a lick of my track and tell me how it tastes/
Hope God will let me in, at the Pearly Gates
Get up out cha seats and give me some noise/
My music separates the men from the boys
You wanna question my talents/ I’ll throw you off balance/
I aint rich for shit I can barely make allowance
A show stoppa’/ a funky dope beat droppa’/
Now can you say, I love you big poppa’
It’s just non-stop/ with me and hip-hop/
The only way yull stop this is by bringin’ a cop
The fellas are bumpin’/ but don’t make an assumption/
I’m down to ride, but dog don’t be frontin’
Still livin’ it up/ pour some liquor in the cup/
Fulfill all your dreams and just say what the fuck
Cause I’m 2 Rude, just here to entertain/
Oops I did say the Lord’s name in vain
Chorus
Flowin’ on the beat/
As I decide what will I meet
Smooth like my 27’z/
Half steppin’ in to heaven
Rude like my name implies/
No one spits sicker than I/
Bitch, you wanna try
Fuck you fake ass rappers/
You missin’ major factors
It’s called skill mutha’ fucka’ something you don’t posses/
Leave it up to me and give your bullshit a rest
If you read the signs/ you can see I’m runnin’ your mind/
Listen long enough and I hope you will find
The road to be happy, takes time to construct/
Multiply your wrongs and it’s the final product
Switchin’ the flow to keep my words consistent/
The sound in ya ear, stays persistent
I’ll never give up rap/ even if death were to attack/
My chronic gets lower and lower out of my sack
But I aint no fool/ I know my style is cool/
Half the shit I write about I learned in school
Bein’ honest shows a certain amount of pride/
In this world there are certain rules to abide
Try to put down the words as real as possible/
Every new track is just a difficult obstacle
If you look back in time and how music was/
It’s plain to see that every artist had a buzz
Chorus
6 foot nothin’, 150 pounds/
Just like a mini gun, I spit repeated rounds
The reign of my click, is now just beginning/
I work my hardest but it’s not about winning
Sittin’ in my class/ just wanna move on and pass/
Rather be makin’ hits then learnin’ about mass
But I’m just livin’ my life one verse at a time/
Without me it would be plain like Corona without lime
I don’t do this on my past time/ I gotta’ get mine/
All my dogs give me love and wanna see me shine
No chain hangin’ from the neck/ but I still want respect/
I’m worjin’ so hard that I busted a sweat
Lookin’ over what I have and what I want/
With my head all twisted up just like a croissant
I’m just one man, with some really big dreams/
After a day at school I work on my rhyme scheme
Chorus
Can’t Win This Game
(Produced & written by: J.
Hofstetter)
On the mic I’m ecstatic/ my mouth spits automatic/
Some are curious as to how I keep on at it
Excellent, perfect, they say that I’m amazing/
Songs get over played and their style is just aging
Bringin’ you back to the basics jot down your notes/
Get your respect, then he brags and boasts
I mislead/ create a new breed/ let your soul bleed/
Guilty to the rap game is how I will plead
Send me to the lab I’ll do five to life/
My mind’s sharp and smooth like the tip of a knife
And it’ll swiftly shank ya with no regret/
Don’t make a wrong move cause it’ll be your last step
Get acquainted with my technique/ I’m a rap geek/
Study the music, then I rewind and repeat
When it’s all said and done will 2 Rude be remembered/
Have my own holiday like the 25th of December
But then again this is still just my start/ spit rhymes from the
heart/
Out doin’ the next cause I’m too smart
Bob ya head back and forth, follow the melody/
Cease to amaze me is what they keep on tellin’ me
Got get mine rip it/ flip it/ and keep it real wicked/
My arrival was not the one to be predicted
A young man comin’ up in the CO state/
Always movin’ up, I’ll never fluctuate
Chorus (X2)
You a know, that you, a can’t, a win this game/
Because you are a too lame/
Puttin’ other rappers to shame/
Don’t need the fortune and fame/
You know that I aint playin’/
Betta’ get on your knees and start prayin’
It’s wretched, rude/ I live off it just like food/
Makin’ every play, use contact with my stick and move
The linguistics/ are artistic/ you love the way I twist it/
Step into my office and you can pay me a visit
You aint gotta a clue, schoolin’ yall in my subject/
You try to learn but you fail, anotha’ drop out suspect
Laid out in the open, but just keep it a secret/
I’ll choose when to move cause you know I’m a beast kid
Joints on the radio/ they posses no flow/
Too quick to react yall just cruise in slow mo
Neva’ hated/ haven’t made it/ verses never elated/
Give it my best and hop you cherish what I created
Ahead of the rest yet I’m still not out my teens/
But I still give you advice to find out what it all means
No placebos it’s the original, legit version/
It’s fourth down but I can still make the conversion
Cause when you fuckin’ with this/ there’s no love and bliss/
Without question the best comin’ since the remix
Know I can do it, but everything takes time/
Wait my turn in line/ wont quit until it’s all mine
Chorus (X2)
Unexplainable flow, can’t stop the rhymes my body secretes/
Ladies and gentleman you can now take your seats
The applause and praise/ I’m caught at center stage/
Cuttin’ up the blue veins on the lined page
The bass hits, snare claps, drums bang down the block/
Haters wanna hate, but they can just suck my cock
The bones under our skin/ rot every time we sin/
Praising your Lord doesn’t guarantee you a win
Me, I’m losin’ to learn from my loss/
Can’t beat me like a video game end boss
Lyrically I counteract/ brace yourself it’s an attack/
Nowadays it doesn’t matter if you’re white or black
This is my land so forget the conquer and rule/
Let the pros do this shit and you just stay in school
It’s straight suicide/ if you wanna come and ride/
Suspending your detention and the force to glide
My substance is comprised of chemicals and mass/
The smartest scientist couldn’t even get my raps
They said I’m a freak/ my sound makes the strong weak/
Puttin’ tears in their eyes like an episode of Dawson’s Creek
Chorus (X2)
She Says She Loves Me
(Produced & written by: J.
Hofstetter)
Ya neva’ gonna see my fuckin’ face again/
Turn your back on me then I’ll have to befriend
Walk this road all the way by myself/
Everything that I said was full of heartfelt
Wanna fall to my knees and kill this sick joke/
Puttin’ shots in my chest and slitin’ my throat
Use me as a target to find the perfect match/
Wish we could start over and begin from scratch
But it aint an option so we’re over for good/
Tellin’ myself that I shoulda woulda I could
But I fucked up bad and fell into the greed/
When all I was tryin’ to do was to succeed
I look into the eyes of the beautiful beholder/
But she constantly gives me the could shoulder
I’m not gonna beg and bicker or give a plea/
Cause all I wanna do, is pack up and leave
Chorus (X2)
She says she loves me, but she loves me not/
So I’m gone, and I’m gonna let your soul rot
She says she loves me, but she loves me not/
I’m through with all the games it’s time to stop
But damn girl, you can’t always get your way/
Everything you tell me sounds a bit cliché
Have this idea that you got me on a leash/
But I’m the pit bull that’s gonna have this poodle deceased
Have all this love, but suddenly it fades away/
Just killing yourself like the worship of Opus Dei
I just leave you sittin’ in your guilt/ wonderin’ what I built/
While I flow the rhymes as smooth as silk
We’ve all made mistakes but you were straight kunivan’/
I’m just tryin’ to chill, and keep west sidin’
I say fuck ‘em I don’t need this bullshit in my life/
I don’t think I could love a girl to make her my wife
They like to play games and always be the winner/
Every time we go out I’m buyin’ dinner
Chorus (X2)
You say you love me, but you don’t love shit/
If I was in the face of death you wouldn’t give a lick
The scent of ya body is nice and sweet/
Made this beat/ so you can feel the words I speak
At least I’m calm and stay sincere/
This shit’s ova’ just to make things clear
It’s a break up, but I’m tearin’ it down/
Neva’ make me smile, all I do is frown
I used to believe every promise that was made/
Called you my sunshine but now you’re in the shade
So I’m not gonna beg and bicker or give a plea/
Cause all I wanna do, is pack up and leave
Chorus (X4)
A Rap Artist’s Lullaby
(Produced & written by: J. Hofstetter)
My heart’s racin’/ hands sweaty
I keep pacin’/
The wrath of my power is what yull be embracin’
I’m no counterfeit rapper I’m rockin’ bling blang/
Not a sucka’ for love, homie I’m doin’ my thang
I’ve written, wrote, shit I’m writin’ right now/
Now that I’m here, I aint neva’ goin’ out
Whoop ass/ wreckin’ ya fast/ always first I’m never last/
Never mix up the reality from your past
2 steppin’/ reepin’/ my word is my weapon/
The ability to rock the mic I take as a blessing
Along with J, I’m an “Unreasonable Doubt”/
Business is business and you know this is just our route
I get no respect just like the freshman class/
Beaten and bullied comin’ up to get yo ass
I reach for the stars, no limits to what I do/
Hit ‘em ‘till their black and blue/ rollin’ with my crew
20 plus deep, each full of anger and hate/
Disobey your king bitch you know it’s check mate
Outta’ control/ the glass is poured hall full/
I never go out like DeNiro in “Raging Bull”
Nominated for the medal of merit/ skills I inherit/
Not a chip on my shoulder, only a captain and a parrot
Indo and outdo/ we all want mo’/
Replacing my predecessors is what I’ll restore
The wrists are slit, my fingers numb from the pain/
Love the smell of victory, like the smell of the rain
Got flava’ like Flav/ I’m young but I’m brave/
Testin’ my music yull be six feet deep in ya grave
It’s open season, movin’ prowlin’ I’m on the hunt/
My prey gets burned just like the cherry of a blunt
Ya head gets sliced/ diced, and propped up on the wall/
No return once 2 Rude gets the call
Say what you want, but know that I aint messin’/
This skill that I hold is my prized possession
Best of the Best
(Produced & written by: J. Hofstetter)
I stay high and livid/ so my verses are bright and vivid/
But no matter what, I stay my own worst critic
Hip-hop heads welcome to the major leagues/
Writin’ raps to make up for my evil deeds
Poetically moved/ but got room/ to improve/
This is when it all ends, just gettin’ into my groove
I aint fun and games/ when I start namin’ names/
I’ll own your death ticket with non-refundable claims
Presence and delivery are just some fundamentals/
Crusin’ in my ride flowin’ to the instrumentals
The clock’s tickin’, gotta win it in over time/
Lettin’ loose the fire like the bullets out of the 9
Any time night and day lets get down to business/
And once this unfolds yall will be my witness
Back my shit up with line after line/
Don’t waste no time/ repeatedly rap for a livin’ with smart design
Catch up and make something of yourself/
Don’t worry about wealth just look after your health
Damn! Where I’m from I instrumentally capture minds/
Let the deaf hear sound and let the blind/ see my rhymes
Every step that I take/ and every move that I make/
I attempt to capture, shift and re-create
The masters of beginners/ and I know I’m a winner/
Cause even the rookies work hard and try to stay center
Here alone I write and unleash my inner thoughts/
An artist is an artist he doesn’t need to take shots
Right in the chest/ accompany me on this quest/
To silence the haters and give the best of the best
Check It
(Produced & written by: J. Hofstetter)
Alright check it out?
Basically/ I’m racing pacingly/
So I can get symmetry/ on both sides of the industry
My grip is getting tighter/ you call yourself a fighter/
But every time I come around you scatter like an ant on fire
I lit the match/ then it turned into scratch/
Every time I rap/ the people immediately clap
I’m gonna take my game, as far as the farthest/
Most artists today just try to sound the hardest
I branded the name directly into your memory/
Never have, never will plead to insanity
Keep my motivation at an ultimate high/
Want to fly/ but have no wings to help me glide
But I wont fall/ no I wont do that at all/
Wont stutter, stumble, wont even have one stall
Cause all of my thoughts are aligned just right/
Like the Egyptian pyramids that match up to Orion’s belt at night
It’s just a feelin’ in my brain/ that I can’t explain/
And it keeps on tellin’ me that I can do anything
Don’t know how to work it, don’t know how to control it/
But it’s one of the main reasons why I am a poet
Just gets more raw and real after every verse/
Thought this was a present but really it was a curse
Unable to get the flow out of my head/
Need to go to bed/ but I’ll just stay up instead
Didn’t live in the ghetto and I never got shot/
But I want to impact the world just like Pac
Cause I have the audacity/ to cause a catastrophe/
When I started out everyone would just blast me
But my pride/ will never die/ always down to ride/
Confused in my head so I can’t decide
These hands that express the language of real/
Are beat up and scared from all the shit that I feel
Never know what line is gonna be next/ flows so complex/
That you’ll need an index
People judge me off of one single reply/
I’m starin’ at the profit with one crooked eye
Hopin’ to take control and have no conceit/
Everything is perfect, no need to delete
Able to extend to whatever extent I wish/
Just by understanding the power that exists
I’m shootin’ fish in a barrel and aint hittin’ shit/
The bullet is moving but it’s like the water’s too thick
Path Of The Righteous Man
(Produced & written by: J.
Hofstetter)
People read your book and get
sucked in/
Tell them that they can’t get into heaven if they sin
We all lie, cheat and deceive one another/
You fucked Mary Magdolen and had a kid together
So now who’s the liar/ I’m settin’ the cross on fire/
Your tellings and beliefs have now expired
They think you died for the greater good/
But if so then why is there so many hoods
With the blood of the blood, and the flesh of my flesh/
I’m the one human being that you couldn’t bless
So you stick to your bible/ I’ll stick to my survival/
I’ll take on all disciples that wanna be my rival
Chorus
Samuel L. Jackson Bible Verse
Ezekiel 25:17, the path of the righteous man is beset on all sides
by the inequities of the selfish and the tyrant, evil men. Bless it
is he who in the name of charity and good will shepherds the weak
through the valley of darkness.
I’ll be damned to hell for makin’ this track/
But I’m just tryin’ to keep my beliefs intact
Walk on water then turn it into wine/
If he left us some proof then all would be fine
How do we know he had long hair and white robes/
He was compared to an image I suppose
My verses are better than those in your little black book/
I could compare you to a halfway crook
Not sayin’ you’re a bad guy, just a little out of place/
Brainwashed the whole entire human race
People only belive because it’s how they were raised/
Clamin’ he constructed the world in seven days
It’s sad how he went out, but did he deserve it/
Trickin’ people into thinkin’ that he’s just perfect
But no matter what happens the sun will rise and set/
When we die, do we really just forget
Chorus
Samuel L. Jackson Bible Verse Continued
For he is truly his brothers keeper, and the finder of lost truth,
and I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious
anger, those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you
will know my name as the law, when I lay my fingers upon thee.
At the start of it all I thought the man was true/
But when I was blue/ he wasn’t there to subdue
There are just too many questions without any answers/
The people on earth are just God’s dancers
Tellin’ us to believe without any proved facts/
If it’s really real then who took the stats
I awake every morning in total confusion/
Think about those who believe and those who are losin’
They state that everything happens for a reason/
Keep on breathin’ until the change of the season
Without love and hate all up in the mix/
Things like the crucifix/ wouldn’t even exist
When each one pasts he has a big part/
He stops the heart and confused us from the very start
So no I don’t believe because I have the right/
I know I offend but I’ll go down with a fight
The End
(Written & produced by:
J. Hofstetter)
This is the first verse/ but it’s bound to get worse/
Worship and praise my flow like you do in church
Back it on up/ this rap game is being corrupt/
Movin’ from the east to the west like an aqueduct
The time is mine/ still haven’t reached my prime/
Sick rhymes I spit should be considered a crime
I got instrumental spits/ make it a remix/
You can just call me 2 Rude the lyricist
I’ve over achieved doin’ more then expected/
What’s done is done, on to the next record
I’m a basket case, a man you can’t control/
My music contains mind, body and soul
I’m takin’ shots from the press/ right to the chest/
The state of Colorado is where I rest
I’m a victim to the society/ check my variety/
Voted for president/ my lyrics seem heaven sent
I was born a hybrid/ I’m one rude kid/
Drafted into the major league, first round pick
I got the answer like A.I./ I gotta stay high/
Ballin’ in the CO, holdin’ up the franchise
Aint tellin’ no lies/ got cha mind hypnotized/
Every new verse is a brand new surprise
I see you jumpin’ like hop scotch/ thinkin’ your top notch/
And you beggin’ like a fiend with the crack rocks
It’s time to hold up and stop, and teach these kids a lesson/
The problem aint complexion/ use my word as my weapon
Don’t front and act hard/ unless you really are/
The verse doesn’t finish on the 16th bar
As I read I succeed/ makin’ this track bleed/
2 Rude is that shit that you want and need
It’s a curse/ and it hurts/ and it’s only getting worse/
At the age of 1 kids are bein’ sent to church
Man this shit is bezerk/ to think it’s gonna actually work/
But yull end up fallin’ off with ya face in the dirt
I just react too fast/ who wanna blast/
I’ll change just like the mask/ yeah I do it like that
You analyze/ and criticize/ ‘bout to meet my demise/
Servin’ these tracks like some fresh cut fries
Makin’ ya head bounce and shake/ rap is my fate/
Lyrics written so the people can relate
I never stop/ always on top/ you ready to rock/
Then get up and represent fo ya block
2 Rude’s that shit, I’m on fire/ I’ll never retire/
Mutha’ fucka’ I’ll be hangin’ on ya telephone wire
All songs written and produced by Jason Hofstetter - Copyright 2007
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