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MASTER OF THE WORD (Episode 3) - (2012)

by Rukas

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HE COMETH... Unnatural oddity mad anomaly I babble comically from Babylon a freak Head of a Jackal wanna eat the Forbidden apple from the tree Travelled onwardly Battle honourably from the deep Aint no mystical weapons that will conquer me Merlin grappled long with me The spells protecting Avalon are weak An actual comedy Statues in the chapel honour me Book shackled on to me Look! Scrabbled on my feet Am I able to change Fate? And break unbreakable chains made That belong to me, can’t be tackled on a beat Master thinker disaster bringer bastard singer Till the last a sinner way past my dinner Swallow ya young with a bottle of Rum Probable drunk Prodigal son nah horrible cunt Role model to none hobble a monk throttle a num Gobble a gun apocalyptic one what have I’ve become?! Madness; savage average rappers can’t match this The fact is even the best can’t catch this! That’s sick! Rukas the kingpin, thinking, drinking whiskey sinking Coming home stinking Rukas the lynchpin! I‘ve had more ideas in the last 2 seconds Than you fuckers have had in Five years, heavens! Silver tongue I’m coming heart thumping running London The summoned dark dungeon guard hunting dart sharp start running Hot days in my cot gazing at the doctors shocked face I’m Not patient, shot Jason in the face crack rock blazing God praise him the mob raised him Cops chasing shadows they could not trace him I came to visit here it’s the year Of mister fear who disappeared from a Locked basement? Can’t sense this motherfucking Rukas there’s no seeing Jay Forensics coming up with nothing, suckers I left no DNA! Couldn’t match a strand savage land Magic man flack jacket and Hatchet man the talking backwards man harder to capture than An image of a Catholic Gran fucked by rabid Dan the African And El Capitan from Pakistan that’s a gangbang that’s a damn Midget in the corner shouting “that’s it man, show us ya baggage Nan!” Not the average Sam takeover of raps began And has to stand rappers scram to try to catch the tram I see more than a NASA scan high-tech gadget can I see a traffic jam in Afghanistan that’s the sand From the hands of time catch it man The mans a giant and you’re a cabbage man! A massive fan from Khakistan Sounding gay like Nelly, K-Y Jelly Covered great white belly, watching day light telly! A fan of loose woman judge Judy theme tune spinning You singing mood swinging bitch whose winning!? Rap Houdini the bad blue genie So sharp? I could slice off that Tattoo cleanly Ah don’t give a crap who seen me I lack scruples kidnap poodles Sell’em to the MacDougal’s mad man that googles Nibble crap noodles black pupils Staring on my pad scribble mad doodles And my shrink? She’s too scared to look at me “I got that jacket too Slim and I wear it crookedly!” Witness my ascension to a high dimension Buy redemption from the angels if my life offends’em Brain addled as well battled myself travelled this hell Unravelled this spell came back with a fabulous girl Chogaia! I admire her fire, buy her the world entire “LIAR!” Shh girl, sit by the fire quiet Till I retire or die I strive for higher Like MacGyver quite a tryer Private guy for hire sniper fighter! Writer penning level of skill is impossible Sending devilish killers in hospital With rebel gorillas across the hall Level ya village and watch it fall Have ya skeletons pillaged shit I got a closet full Useless sods I refuse to watch, you’se are soft Ya lose ya spots when the music stops the crowd boos yas off Me? I go on for days, when it’s my song that plays? Lingerie’s thrown on the stage, I’m from a place Beyond the gates you don’t wanna face longer days Only the strong are raised straight out of a comic page Rukas, son of eight mothers my life is made up as I go along I forsake others, I hate love its Just an abstract concept to me “Now which one of you fat slag’s want sex with me?” I bug you woman at every at every club you been in, Enough brew drinking? What the Fuck you thinking? Wont be programmed wont stand it no FAM! Bow to no man Smoke grams of dope and Crack from a coke cans blow my whole jam hold hands With old tramps romance slow jams with no pants I’m so damned Forgetful at a show man, I got my lyrics wrote on both hands And that’s probably why I’ve got no fans… Annoying my peers destroying careers Aint had this much enjoyment in years!!!
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Hard To Let Her Go (Lady Heroin) Exotic Asian lady This chicks so intoxicating its crazy When she’s with other fellas I turn into a jealous guy I tell ya’s why the girl is mine and I’m the selfish type Yo! Sounds good I gotta get some brown sugar Clowns cook up this chick then come the frowns look the Girls the town’s hooker, the cause of many murder counts book her She’ll make Buddhist worship her till they renounce Buddha She’ll have you praying and begging for mercy Aching in bed an shaking and sweating it hurts G One touch and you’re hooked on her Forsook honour Good goner don’t know what she took from ya Heart breaker hard break up I’d make up but being apart is far greater I hate a traitor and that’s what you are faker Dark day but I split with the chick Hah! mate Shit I left her only last week, class C Killer nasty, pass me Her little sister coz I can’t sleep a large jeep Crashes by my house and all the cars beep Leave the house for Darcy’s through eyes glassy ah see The bars free don’t barge me or charge me don’t ask me For shit feeling arsey for a hit I go Kamikaze, Nazi, grass me? That’d be your last deed I’m addicted man young and I’m poor Hunting for crack look under that crumb on the floor No faith though pretty sure I prayed to someone before Pawned my granddads medals the ones that he won from the war And though I was influenced by a dangerous girl I could’ a said no and so I gotta keep some blame for myself Yeah! Menaces on welfare benefits Then a bitch no healthcare then it’s just really Hard to let her go! Don’t fuck with lady Heroin coz she’s known to Fuck you up who gave birth to her? Please own up Please phone for help before I’m in a deep coma In the belly of the beast I could be Jonah Strong and confident man I’m now a weak loner Keep home but keep busy maybe read Homer Look at me doughnut; I was mad at this world So bored I went back to the girl, have we grown up? No, must be off of my game Else someone just ran off with my brain When offered the dame I said yes moth to the flame Go through pain when there aint no profit to gain I should turn back, when will I learn that’s The kind ‘a chick to have you burned bad! And confirmed mad I won’t go back man belief that I won’t I need ya to know you should leave her alone, But it’s hard to let her go! Chorus Don’t know how I fell for her charms Don’t know how I ever let the girl in my arms She’s cold and so I sold my soul I’m broke I’m a bloke with no control But it’s hard to let her go
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BENEATH THE WINTER SNOW Just one of those Saturday nights for them Lets hit the town hmm that’d be nice but then Next thing ya know oops tragedy strikes again Some fool reacts badly and knifes a friend Glint of the blade young mans silhouette Been to the grave mum and sister wept Dad he lost a son hands shiver yep! Can you believe it? Over one damn cigarette!? Man I’m sick of death, tryna give it the slip but heck That’s a trick I haven’t learned to figure yet And it seems like no one safe these days You can’t even look anyone in the face these days I don’t know why we gotta die So I asked my guiding light She answered in the night She said… They say that things just cannot grow Beneath the winter snow Or so I have been told They say we're buried far Just like a distant star I simply cannot hold Bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum Bum bum bum bum bum bum Bum bum bum bum bum bum Man I never even met that guy Jumped in front of the blade and ended up dead that night A guys bleeding for defending his friends shit Life is fleeting it could end in suspense quick I think about the kids that stabbed Steven And how it could’ a been my sister that evening Mum yelling “why they took my son?” Don’t know and how come all the good die young? Ten years to late these words waited long for you but I wrote this belated song for you I send you my blessing please understand you aint forgotten Steve, Rest in peace my man! I’m right there freezing in the road The winter king you can’t teach the wind to blow And when he’s gone apple seeds begin to grow But for now willow trees are swinging low And sycamore leaves are spinning slow To be buried way beneath the winter snow Buried deep like the peace within my soul Came in like the breeze I bring ya hope You know what? I believe I’m in control No prob or at least I think I cope But I didn’t achieve a thing I broke Choked and reached my limit… Oh!
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ANIMATED - THE MASTER EDITOR I’m animated, [“But how’d you do the things you do?”] I’m not telling, [“you make us smile when things are blue”] ‘AN-I-MA-TED!’ Walk around town twiddling your thumbs and whistling Walk down the street and stare at nuns while you’re pissing Have a conversation with someone and when you are talking Stare at the sky and say “the time has come!” and start walking Up to a random person stare at them intensely Then pretend to die dramatically, then see How long you can stare at someone without them knowing Point and stare at people who pass you, go in A lift and the next person who enters stare at them And breathe heavily, like a fucking menace stare again At them for 10 seconds and then shout EWWWWW!!!! If they ask why keep say’n EWW! EWW! Point up and say “LOOK!” when someone does? Stare at them and say “what the fuck ya looking at ya mug!” Ask someone to give you the time when they do? Shout, “I KNOW…BUT WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MAKE YOU?!” Stare at a random person for a very long time and After a while, scream! “I am a fucking Viking!” Stare at someone for 10 minutes and say In a deep, scary voice “you are the chosen one today" …In an elevator laugh hysterically For 5 minutes then stare at thee Other passengers shout “you lot are sick you need fucking therapy!” Cover ya hands in pig blood and say “officer, I may need someone to take care of me” Cover your whole body in more of that blood and go Outside in your underwear and follow someone you don’t fucking know Ask a veggie if she paid for her curry When she says “Excuse me?” look at ya watch and say “okay… but hurry” Follow an old lady till she asks you why Then just stare at her till she get freaked out and starts to cry Go back in that lift stare at someone’s ear, and scream! Close ya eyes then say aloud “its okay John… it’s just a dream” Ring a random doorbell and… when they answer? Just stare at them, and then begin to prance Around their porch like a pony…STOP! Say… “You did this to me… Oh God!” Stare at the next person you see & slowly back away While staring/pointing bug eyed Saturday at latter-day In church let that trickle// become a crowd Then point at the priest and shout “he touched me when I was little!” then run out Walk up to a faraway random someone And look them in the eyes and stare at them when they speak, run! Stare at something behind someone and scream in terror run! Stare at the sky while spinning around really fast jump On someone simultaneously hum hand slapping ya bum Other one making the hand signs of a gun Stare at someone till they say "what’s your problem? You dumb?" Then gasp… and yep... Run... its such fun!
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SOMEONE SAVE US RUKAS feat TONY GREEN Shot with three cupids, arrows chest pains Lobotomy ruthless, Sex games Sodomy hubris Sweat stains, beds change Monotony stupid Bodily fluids exchanged Pleasure and pain From X-rays messing with ya brains Best mates messing with ya dames Terrorists messing with our planes There’s unnamed guys with bombs messing with the trains From too much estrogen in veins To woman that look like men wresting for change Embezzling ya names and ID’s evidence to gain Atheist desperate and estranged at the church “let us in the shame It hurts” Confessing sins and names, Did a full turn about, now they messaging the saints They won’t rest until this death has been explained Men in the desert and they drain oil soldiers dead everything's insane Jesse James type presidents to blame!!! LOW - Someone… save…. us/HIGH - someone… save…. us Never give a shit but now we’re clearly on our own and it is true Fuck this life… (It’s hard)… Man just call goodbye Everything is different now and really I don’t know what I can do But survive… (It’s hard)… And it’s all a lie Someone save us/ before our neighbours chase us /with gunz and razors/ when the food shortage hits every country state once/ it's too late we’ll all be hungry/ feed us/ rations falling out the sky like the return of Jesus/ Won’t learn from Caesars, mistakes burning each page Of the bible, infernal heat wave cycle Could worship baphomet/pentagrams/ gods earths like method man/ they bring da ruckaz/ wit da judgement day epitaph/ When does the great shepherd pass? I must impress upon the stars Uncovered message from the past It's Sirius like the North Star/ galactic godz/ Whip em with Orion’s belt/ before the war starts Different things to buy and sell, extort the poor fast Pure sharks I am in hellish broadcast The poor righteous teach in every institution This is Magna Carta meets the constitution The sabotage of peace brought on illusion The Beast sat at our feast walk on… confusion!!!
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YESTERDAY IS NOW TODAY HIGH DEKAY STRING HOOK X 2 If There’s a way…it’s our way Goodbye Yesterday… see your now today Whoo!! LOW RUKAS BASS HOOK X 2 There’s… a way…it’s our way Yes…terday… is now today Whoo!! HIGH RAPID GUITAR HOOK DEKAY and RUKAS THERE’S A real good WAY and you can…see IT’S OUR WAY Goodbye YESTERDAY… see your NOW TODAY Whoo!! HIGH DEKAY STRING HOOK X 2 There’s a way…it’s our way Yesterday… is now today But nearly gonna blow but its real life want a deal and there’s none that I see I hate it A Londoner that raps and they been to asleep John’d deliver the flow Do you really wanna know what it feels like when ya feeling just underappreciated? And none of them fat cats in the industry wanted to give it a go You gotta, up ya penmanship show’em what ya can do Who in the fuck!? Fuck the censorship no one can fuck with you, Who? CRYPTIC DEKAY and, yours truly… RUKAS… LYRIC D-DAY tours of duty Motherfuckers I been telling’em yelling and belling’em girl and I’m shelling’em Fella intelligent elegant fell in a well and developing blublaBu….saying to Hell with them! But there’s times I hate to rime will I never get paid a dime but I play with time While I pray for mine and at the minute I wait, for a sign Most rappers bullshitters… But we don’t really wanna… Hear that Movie fables shit ya run around Folks that is school kiddish… Bruv we won’t fear we conquer… We’re the new breed labels dig the underground!
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RUKAS - 2 of my writing styles explained. DO NOT BITE MY STLE!!!! AARCHCHH!!!!!!!! Ahem... LET THE WRITER GO All verses written and performed by Rukas Hook written by Rukas Hook sung by Rukas and Dekay VERSE 1 AND VERSE 2 BREAKDOWN Verse 1 & 2 are written in a style I call “multi rhyme scheme juggling” Here is my example – It starts off at OUT OF MY RIBS, and goes right to the end of the scheme. Rhyme sounds are all words rhyming with EAGER TO TAKE/NEEDED A SLAVE/ etc. …And juggling those with the other set of rhyme schemes – MASOCHIST/AS IT IS/DRAGON IS/ etc. I’ve CAPITALISED 1 rhyme scheme, and left the other rhyme scheme lower case, as it really does go over people’s heads, Well, I’ve been told that anyway, as when I explain it to people they say “Oh, shit, yeah I didn’t realise” The CAPITALISED rhyme words above are just random selections so you understand what I did here. I wrote this in 2010, and recorded it here in verse 1 – I do it also in verse 2, VERSE 3 – BREAKDOWN – In Short, my ULTIMATE STYLE, (in the sense that I deem it my most skilful) has been dubbed as ‘MIRROR WRITING’ My mate Dekay coined it one day, so I stole it from her heh heh Essentially, I am rhyming whole sentences, with every single syllable. In parts, I am rhyming 2 sentences, instead of 1. I really can’t top this. Do not try and bite my style heh heh. PS nitpickers? I know you out there lol. Before ya say something don’t rhyme or whatever, bare in mind my accent. Listen to song first. The closest I come to a slant rhyme is in my first 4 bars of verse 1 when I rhyme POWERLESS with MASOCHIST LET THE WRITER GO Intro before the beat – 2 opening bars Last 4 syllables of each bar not included, as they are an edit, written after the recording. “The offering of a rose basket I bare the lid closed tight The coffin was a closed casket affair the widows cried” …Said you were eager to take An apprentice I believed it but hey you needed a slave You can see that I gave ya secret away creature that prayed Either the grave asleep or awake finally with this key that I made OUT-OF-MY-RIBS I was free of the chains POWERLESS and weak with decay ALCHEMISTS mix CLOUD-ED-MY-WITS needed to pay The Gatekeeper a way OUT OF THIS, and hold the grim reaper at bay MASOCHIST I keep it that way, HAZARDOUS Meeting the grey ADVOCATE Speaking of great SACRILEGE seeping with rage Leading the way ACTIVIST how TRAGIC IT IS to be in a cage, But MAGIC IS believing in faith EXCALIBUR IS deep in the lake, ENRAPTURED AS I see it I take It chasing sAVAGES even relate to LAZARUS, leaving the cave In NAZARETH AS IT IS your being amazed TRAPPED IN THIS beat and I make words leap from the page FATHOMLESS thee inner mage IMAGINE THIS ProtAGONIST I speak from the grave The DRAGON IS free and enraged SNAPPING HIS teeth in your face, eating the brave HAPPINESS freedom I taste BACK FROM HIS Sleep and I crave ACTION KIDS, what’s HAPPENING IS Feeding an age of ADDICTS WITH a CATACLYSMIC Deep display verbal heat wave THAT’S STATISTICALLY great RAPPING KIDS All hail the free slave THAT’S WHAT HISTORY made, MAGIC MYSTERY… hey! HOOK – Rukas & Dekay Get that guy below – “Don’t have any idea” Let the writer go – “Don’t Lemme die here” No! Verse 2 – Rukas All hail the free slave …Back on this earth A dragon emerged to SLAY MEN tackling the worst Of FAKE MEN I’m attacking’em first they’re only babbling words I HATE THEM! Get back in the church and PRAY WHEN I TAKE PEN rap in a perfect WAY THEN add in a burst of RAGE WHEN Strange word patterning works a GREAT TREND Fact in a verse I RATE TEN Maddening words sound bad and it hurts to SAY THEM Birds of PREY SENT scattering first the CAGE WENT No longer trapped and The Words my SLAVE FRIEND Imagine the worst of CAVEMEN having the urge Acting berserk, I’m the only one that can IMPERSONATE THEM At AGE TEN I was a captain of Merc’s I had in my person GREAT ZEN travelled in Persia PLAYED THEN Rattling nerves battling the curse of MAYHEM Motherfuckers know I’m back and the earths my PLAY PEN HOOK – Rukas & Dekay Get that guy below – “Don’t have any idea” Let the writer go – “Don’t Lemme die here” No! Verse 3 – Rukas And it begun, I step in wars field The weapon steady swings ya gotta duck! I branded my tongue, sweat and Forged steel The second petty kings are horror struck! The amulet I hung, eleven lords kneel The legendary Sings to God above! A banquet for one, a seven course meal The seven deadly sins get swallowed up! Walk tall see me earned me the right No counting the days before me, rhythm and flowing For sure we see Eternity die Go out in a blaze of glory, live in the moment ‘ Write ya name in the stars never coming down dude Strive for fame and surpass everyone around you Coz to be the best fool ya gotta leave the rest Coz the be successful ya gotta flee the nest Bring the saga write grief and pain fills the mind In the afterlife teaching angels to rime We make a strong cast and never see it fade or die Create a long lasting legacy portray your life Can’t relate to the numbers flocking “Hey Jays here” I’m a maker of wonders modern day Shakespeare Mirror writer deathly flows disagreeable Spirit rider every ghost is my vehicle HOOK – Rukas & Dekay Get that guy below – “Don’t have any idea” Let the writer go – “Don’t Lemme die here” No!
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I HEARD SOMEBODY SAY After x 4 Mum is special the sons a vegetable The punk left school unsuccessful yeah one less fool Got broken inside just a young vessel One that drunk Kestrel and robbed dough in the nights Hot glow in his eyes, not knowing his life would soon become stressful God told him to rise out this dump cesspool there’s more to life Awkward types bored at nights try sleeping, till four ya eyes Leaking “that guys weeping” next door the wife’s beaten Laura lies bleeding ignore the cries her daughter dies grieving Corporate type speaking lies Legion Lord of Flies reading deep in slaughter guys leading Tortured lives reaching, for the prize more advice seeking The author writes water tight sort’ a nice even Got organised talk to Christ he been knowing That over that border lies Eden… and I’m going! I heard somebody say not to rap Jealous motherfuckers I know they got it bad And most of them are fake c’mon mate drop the act On the stage you expect to see Jay flop? Ya mad! I heard ya track you demonstrate proper crap Blaming everyone and even hate God for that The one sole artist man I break off the pack Don’t kick me when I’m down or see a stray dog attack When I’m in a battle man I shake off the flack I walk from a war unscathed not a scratch Remember friends the ones that say they got ya back Are the same ones who on that same day robbed ya flat “Oh my god I’m so amazed what a track” Deep like alien lakes in deep space got a stat When we were kids and you would say “can we play soccer Dad?” I was huddled in the cupboard shouting “hey stop it Dad!” Scotch by the gallon public bruiser unbalanced fucking loser No talent pissing up the boozer? Raps Alfie An addict ex drug abuser slash Alkie Ballad of a recovered user that shall be None to hug’em mother used to, Dads Oudie Fuck him, on his first day from prison who relapsed loudly? Look it may’ve been different the crook of the day wida demon I’ve hidden Why couldn’t I stay clean? I didn’t, good day dream living Wake up smell the coffee what? Fellas Sloppy probably Straight fucking jealous of me, back the hell up off me! Man I’m just tryna get through to you who do you Think ya playing with? I stay and give you a clue saying boo to you Casper the friendly ghost I ghost write for myself That’s just not any boast my souls lifeless as hell Five forty I’m snoring wake up nice glorious morning “Hey slut Ya fucking life story is boring!”
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Mathematics Rukas he comes He’s as tough as they come Yeah his justice is done Where the fuck is the sun? I just swallowed it injected the moon and followed it Black spoon what a hit the new Milosevic You soon acknowledge it I’m bringing doom tomorrow Spitting My consumer politics to a room full of college kids sniffing glue in offices So assume I’m not a prick I’m a mad man living in Afghan Kidnapping your fat Nan, And throwing that bitch in a black van Come to me Hon I need company Wife two meet number three Sipping a Jack Dan I’ll shit in my hat man and wear it Before doing a chick form the back man I swear it Nah I’m lying aint shy I get lots but who I’m I to give a I’ll drag her by her dreadlocks and do her by the river Let’s make romance child, shake hands I’ll Smash her Raybans while I slap her face and smile Do her Caveman style… alcohol and crack habits Neanderthal but got the math got the mathematics! Who let this guy in the peace Corp a misfiring sleep walker He just sits by and the streets while kids die in the East for a War the shits flying in each border Bored and this violin leads awkward Hate chicks trying to seize order, I fist fight an MPs daughter Bitch I am a sweet talker Have your kids violently slaughtered Kiss lightning and freeze forward Shits Diarrhea and spits higher than trees stalker I piss fire and breathe water I am the bee’s knees The street stalker my enemies get taught’ a Lesson in humility I’m messing with you lyrically Yes I’m critically acclaimed fresh and new ability Dum dum didi dum dum here I come come Dum dum didi dum dum you’re a dumb cunt Dum dum didi dum dum better run run Get a gun but I’m scared of none none none Got the Mathematics’! All the shit that I’ve done I’m the Stig if the dump What I did to your mum gave her dick to the bum And a kick to the cunt I’m addicted to fun With a flick of the tongue there’s none sicker than one… Esquire Rukas, sex diet fuck this Michael Douglas tried that and guess why but fuck this I best buy my rubbers Text five of my lovers And get’em to caress my privates in public Molest the choir in cupboards The rap games new apostle Extract ya brains thru ya nostrils Treat my life like a movie and watch it all Sniff Peruvian do the impossible Rukas your not well Boy shouldn’t you be in hospital? You got the Mathematics’!
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HIDING THINGS HOOK Lo, Lo, Lo (high strings thru hook) “Never dare to go asleep with Evil biting horrors and a Zombie…below Everywhere I Go I See the People hiding knowledge They don’t want me… To Know…” ‘The Tale Of Herman West’ Act 1 – ‘The Lair’ In the house at the end of the street lives old Mister West Clouds of September see it’s so picturesque White classic Rolls driven thru Vegas that’s a whole new status Nice Casseroles given to Neighbours By plastic clones with venom Stepford wife smiles Massive bonus spending, separate life styles Husbands head up corporations, while sixty dozen Wife’s are busy discussing nothing never talk to say things Only to spout their meaningless clichés Sound like fucking Dictaphones these days during the breakfast heat wave Clone number three with a silk scarf on may avoid kissing On the milk carton a, paperboy missing That’s the third one this month Someone tell the housewife to the hungry paedophile, her son is lunch …And beneath the Earth the Beast stirs Behind closed doors secrets disturbed, sing these words… Act 2 – ‘The Beast himself’ The slow kiss of death dangerous secrety means Now old Mister West aint as sweet as he seems He dreams of hurting kids a, certain sick suburban twist In this otherwise perfect picture, Bourbon mixer Slash German Mister, Curtain twitcher yeah Changed his name to ‘West’ so to, more fit in there ‘Chose this life half his earning finished’ ‘goes to night classes learning English’ ‘Yo the guy’s heart is squirming in his’ Chest ‘won’t survive past his’ next birthday yes [Thick lenses] ‘Oversized glasses Herman in his’, [suspense this] Society births the beast don’t leave him by its own a A crazed animal, beaten by its owner, Yeah! And ‘little Erica’ named that Beast ‘Middle America’, a ‘Pit-bull Terrier’ straining at the leash! And ‘doesn’t it tell ya’ right from wrong and there’s A girl in number 2 who’s scared of ‘what’s in the cellar’, who writes this song and says… “Never dare to go asleep with Evil biting horrors and a Zombie…below Everywhere I Go I See the People Hiding knowledge They don’t want Me… To Know…”
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The Light! There he hides every night ever since the night They buried his wife terry cries barely alive A scary sight when Mary was alive rarely was there strife And Terry’s life was invariably nice went to therapy twice And there he realised staring at knifes In the kitchen every night aint terribly wise memories like He got Mary to drive, Mary dies; terry cries “You weren’t there for me Christ!” Life aint fare but we strive Thru each error we rise, wasn’t there a surprise? February ya daughter Kerry arrived You cherished her right? But now She’s very deprived But yeah she survives Carefully hides The strife inside the smile touches her lips but rarely her eyes Terry buys two tickets the ferry at five The new areas nice problems rarely arise A prisoner too long time to bury ya stripes Join us come… He died after that heart attack Barbara cracked His son Arthur wants his father back, and it’s rather sad A whole night mike has fought on life support Wife Barbara’s quite distraught looks like its war! Fighting to stay alive but every day in his life Mike was taking pipes playing at dice trading in lies Vacant eyes, but when you skate on thin ice You paying the price, better say your goodbyes And start praying to Christ even in the nights This machine the only thing that’s keeping him alive The lights leaving his eyes He’s not breathing his heart stops beating and dies And mike sees this white light quite bright, Bye Bye Mikes life? See it fly by Mike thinking, “Did I die?” Finds himself in this tunnel with every dead relative in Heaven and they beckon him they wanna get him in… Bite the head off oppression and spit it in the face of a struggle The hunger for more is what fuels the hustle to survive Never the less he's enduring the stress hopes for the best If it wasnt for faith probably wouldn't be alive Gotta get it in gear take it in stride Fuck pride and realize Oppose the majority you'll be criticized and victimized untill demise Poeticized it's a tragic end Finished shortly after it begins Now where do we go wishing for a hero Supressing all things thats stressing tolerance zero Believe me though the world we live in Killed off it's only savior and still asking God for favors like he forgave us Sounds hipocritical but it's typical Of the average individual, the shit's pitiful We need saving in life we still slaving Good vs Bad there is no safe haven So where we go Chorus Into the light Wont you come into the light? In the light Everything will be all right Come into the light
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The Sinners Song = after 8 bars then 8 bar hook Oh! Je-sus, [I’m] sorry for my sins Oh! Je-sus, [I’m] sorry for my sins Oh! Je-sus, [I’m] sorry for my sins Oh! Je-sus, Please don’t let me fall [Don’t let me fall] Origin begins as friend on the path//Sorry for my sins that’s meant from the heart Know within your soul’s core Hell was not built for us//Oh! I think of those poor fellas God filled with love That was turned to hate tragic earned their fate//Catholics burned away Baptists learned to rape Sick satanic prayers mad Dogs gave’em the words//Schizophrenic brairs that lost faith in the church And where does that leave us? way beyond the dire//I’m scared is that Jesus? save me from the fire All the drugs, the drink, but hey I did this//For the rush, I sink, the way to sickness Fall to lust, I sin, and may ya witness//Call the love, within, I pray forgiveness I’m sorry Lord, it’s you I call Please don’t let me fall [Don’t let me fall] These are some deep important words I’ll savour//Jesus come be my lord and personal saviour Strange things enhanced I've seen things from beyond//Saints singing psalms serene singers of songs You made me a pact and Lord I did six hundred poems//And lately they have in more religious undertones No more filthy drugs No clubbing acting tough// No more silly stuff grown up and had enough I’ve sniffed enough Coke and plus what I wanted to use//I’ve given up smoking just gotta conquer the booze Me a mainlander Schooner Ship delayed in the storm//Be a changed man as soon as little Hayden is born That’s a promise to my bird Cristina love you babe!//I’m as honest as my word just seen a dove today! I’m sorry Lord, it’s you I call Please don’t let me fall [Don’t let me fall] As a people we have us free will, we kill//With acts of evil that’s illegal, be still I’m praising this amazing gift you gave a kid//But basically I feel like I wasted it Well no more, and if faced with the pain?//Yell Oh! Lord, and give praise to the name! Cristina’s an atheist thinks the concept of God is//For dreamers and maybe this brings the onset of prophets That speak in their forked tongues so’s the shepherd loses the flock Believe when the Lord comes souls are severed useless to God Can I pray for the souls of loved ones that don’t believe? Can ya take up my folks the tough ones that won’t agree? Fore I lay down my pen and pray for a friend// Remember Lord I repent… for them…the end! I’m sorry Lord, it’s you I call Please don’t let me fall [Don’t let me fall] Lord Jesus, I know that I have sinned against you, and that my sins separate me from you. I am truly sorry, I repent of my sins. I now want to turn away from my sinful past, and turn to you for forgiveness. Please forgive me of my sins, and help me avoid sinning again. I believe that you died on a cross for my sins and that you were raised from the dead by God the father on the third day, And are alive and hear my prayer. I believe your blood shed on the cross blots out my sins. I invite you Jesus to become my Savior And the Lord of my life, to rule and reign in my heart from this day forward. Please send your Holy Spirit to help me obey You and to convict me when I sin. I pledge to grow in grace and knowledge of you. My greatest purpose in life is to follow your example and do Your will for the rest of my life. In Jesus' name I pray, Amen.
13.
It’s Too Hot Uncivil Mr chivalrous no need to fiddle kids I drill a bitch riddle chicks with syphilis it’ll itch What’s under that kilt of his Godzilla dick she’ll have fits Little rich chicks wiggle hips, lips dribble bitches Are thrilled to bits till I piss on their civil libs Slice ya vanilla tits into little bits, I could chill a fridge My sickle splits ya clitoris fill a rich silver dish With the blood of the privileged I build a bridge to wilderness A pilgrimage an Alchemist? Nah I’m an Ilchemist Turning milk to piss… Much of a killer as Attila is Pillages villages ill at this religious Illegitimate Syllabus triple six, skilled at this gorilla shit Fill a ditch with dead lyricists ya spit well it’s ridiculous Frivolous fiddlesticks pillocks ya lyrics are drivilish, Me? I still exist will persist till the ships Eclipse the pyramids with slickest syllables I kill a bitch! Muscle packed like Goliath, hustle crack rifle by us Fat muzzle at rival snipers, puzzle that I delight yas How unsubtle that side of life is Beating pussy bubble wrapped title fighters buckled fat eyeball I switch The cards knuckle bag quite the livest Bizarre, In a pub I’ll act idle Irish Aah shovel crap my saliva’ Sees you struggle bad muddled wack rappers huddled in a puddle Aah! Try to like us I got juggle track idolitus And ya muffled slag inside of a fucking duffle bag die all biters! I wanna tussle mad I kill my Dis-ciples in a scuffle stab vinyl pirates Now who the fuck wanna cuddle Rap Michael Myers? Fuck all that shite I’ll bite his eyelids double back fry his iris Let my stubbled black Bible guide yas, Oi Fuckers! Oh Oh troubles back like a virus, yeah that boy RUKAS!!! Hotter than hellfire I melt wire Helped by my girl Chogaia like to yell liar
14.
Look what we done Rap after x6 bars Raps mad scholar thinks match that knowledge king Scratch that not a prince but a god that sings And attracts mad followings cash back offerings I snatch fat sovereigns off of kings In Baghdad stop I glimpse lot of things Fat cats swallow drinks Congress Catch mad bollakings non-stressed That’s sad tomorrow brings bomb threats Black gas solid drinks Concepts Of Abstract origins Complex In nature demonstrate I bless and take ya essence later Weapons grader the maker heaven-shaker turn ya to less than vapour Replace the F in flavour with the S in saviour Dump the L savour that lesson later, A blessing on paper for peasants to pray to Yes I’m ya maker the presence that made ya Destined to save ya from messing ya fate up AHH!!! Brain exploding pain is my slogan Migraine is just smoking Visions of Pandora’s Box were in danger its open The unnameable name is spoken I’m Abel but unable to see what Kane is holding! When people on the earth sing you hymns That’s when you know you’ve gone way beyond the words influence You’re becoming a force what’s the first thing you glimpse? As you’re one with the source and you merge into things Stay complex grow stronger a slave to concepts no longer Though you’ve great conquests to hold on ta, you don’t wanna Enlightened being my enemy I’m dying to meet him No friend to me lying and cheating I show empathy trying to be him But he won’t remember me buying him freedom Though mentally I am in Eden Earths a wasteland A whole century dying and bleeding curse the spaceman The worst days and not many tears Though their words may span for twenty years The verse they sang came back on empty ears Adam quickly ya son has fell no pity among us hell! We’ve literally hung ourselves! AHH!!! Chorus Look what we done look what we done Look what we done to the world What we done what we done Done to the world Exploding hotspots floating in the cosmos I’ve spoken with lost gods the broken clock stops And time runs backwards, the sun shatters the nun’s habits They become savage what they done? Sacrilege! I’ve ways to visit fear I go and climb Sideways and disappear through a hole in time Things die down evil plays with me the Earth cries Inside out people gaze at me with third eyes But this one Arab girl knew my verse Could rap it well ooh my words That’d spell doom for hers Grab a bell I had to tell it to you first Parallel universe that I fell into was worse A catholic hell June the first Vicious nun serves me pitchers of Rum scurvy Blisters my tongue thirsty witless the sun hurts me Bitches have done cursed me “This is the one Shirley!” Christmas has come early! Sisters of Unmercy AHH!!!
15.
One Day Time capsule buried in the landscape And they, Open it then Saw a Man made rope and a bent My hand shaped like its holding a pen Uranium in his faeces subterranean species The cranium in pieces With the brain exposed flapping oddly Came this close but now remains a ghost trapped in body That can not be possible science detects Brain activity it’s historical, no signs of death The findings get horrible science rejects illogical But can’t silence the left they’re philosophical Aint no giants left they’re mythological But look at the hair follicles and rare molecules Yeah well good luck with this his skeletal structure this Developable muscalage is just incredible And where he must’ve lived forever formidable Just what is this medical miracle? He battled lions, baffled science, and we can’t even bare to have alliance How the hell we gonna tackle giants? Fear me one day I’ll blow And they’ll, hear me one day they’ll know Wondering who he is? Where did he live? Who was he living with? Did he have kids? Well shit Now ya mention it I had a house in Greenwich with A malcontented bitch on housing benefit Council tenant with a mouth of venom kid downing Tenants I’m out offending bitches with a thousand menaces And as for having kids I doubt it entered this Brain remain on the couch renting flick became Stingy wont even share my breathing space Why the fuck would I have kids and share my DNA? Well, unless I was being paid for being laid CNA can tape ya sleeping with eight Korean babes later Then I’ll be today’s paper bloke has sex His European pacemaker explodes in his chest! With lines like these it’s no wonder Science is quite excited to seize on any number Of possibilities to explain my existence But they’ve lost their abilities and aint come the distance I wanna tell’em badly I welcome that treat me But hell I’m happy Enigma wrapped in a mystery one day they’ll unwrap me!
16.
Guess whose back? - After x3 It’s well known that I’ve felt low! As low as a well Yo and as you well know I need of help Bro Have a 12 stone girl boned Cell phone Hell home and yell Ho! You couldn’t sell coke to midget Elf folk for twelve notes so slow you couldn’t even fucking spell ‘O’ my lyrics are well wrote and all about myself hold it, I’m in stealth mode, yellow Velcro elbow smash through ya Cello, so tell Othello hello And they’ll know hell broke loose as if it was old news when I have low moods I swallow booze roll Zoots hold brews and use Coke smooth perpetrator of Code Blues You’re a perpetrator of slow moves grow roots you’ve no views and no groove, no groups would ever have you don’t know you no clue so move I told you’se I wont lose I wrote music to dope loops I broke through soul grooves I know Blues I wont snooze like most dudes I’ll have a bloke bruised snow shoes trample whole crews control troops my flow spooks a ghost cruise the whole globe boos take off those suits and go screw ya sister they’ll be no truce Behold whose the whole truth I take a piss in old boots crap in Gold Loos no Backy I had to smoke you’se! Poke tubes in the Pope who’s Happy as a Nazi on a planet of no Jews!!! I Eat up Olympic runners that flew past Coz I like my food fast I chew glass Spit out new bars move past Celebrity doo-das I couldn’t give two farts for you stars Who’s better? Who, Nas? Man I tear him a new arse Fuck the yanks learn to salute ours Like Cupid I shoot hearts Romance movie don’t be stupid move past to the rude parts Hold hands truly I can’t, my sausage fingers are too large I’m so damn moody a smooth class A criminal stealing two cars that’s a minimal Reeling blue sharks crash ya swimming pool as ya woman drool Well I’m surprised that you’d ask No need to be subliminal I’ll give ya fucking crew scars in the interval Snatch a few stars from generals who’s grasping my genitals? I dunno, I’m too blasted on chemicals! Yeah…Like a broke gay stripper O.J sipper coz the Ho hates liquor Wont they swig’a whiskey? Oh they shiver Go grey quicker you’re an old age quitter No weight lifter you’re a low wage liver A no plays trigger Billy no mate’s kidder Go taste dick ya Swing both ways prick ya Get fucked so hard your arseholes made bigger And as for me? I’m a Coke Bass sniffer I don’t hate Jigga and wont say n*igga Yo jays slicker so at shows they sit up Coast to coast great spitter leave the whole stage lit up I go raise Hitler from a cold grave kid I Have ya boat race ripped up I’m a soul crazed ripper And if I gotta walk the road the fucking roads paved thicker! I rowed slave ships and fucking wrote brave scripture!
17.
Heroes and legends Crucifix and cross none, Lost son got stunned In the hot sun they call him God’s gun This is whole slaughter, believe in god but Standing in the desert no water, and he aint even bothered What the fuck is that bloke doing? Tobacco chewing Mad old dude and though he’s standing still I see his shadow moving Ancient gunslinger the one sinner every once in a While he comes and the sky becomes dimmer, the sun singer His bounty’s holed up, found a place to stay But he wont budge he can wait for days, an age This ones patient even the monks praise him Lost sons raising hell twin guns blazing Help no one left alive a terrible force ya know when death rides He rides a skeletal horse with glowing red eyes Came to finish what he started the Saint of Sinners is departed Name diminished discarded and disregarded! Heroes and legends Where are they now? We won’t forget them They’re our way out My words I keep’em tighter, Speak’em like freedom fighter Garden of Eden viper thieving liar, breathing fire Weep and cry I turn on you just like a beaten tiger teeth inside ya Deep in hibernation sleeping life away lead’em like the Bleeding piper leave’em quite afraid we the writers We invite ya take even higher My mind’ll fly away Believing in Gaia but too tired to pray Me I’m hyper It is I the great, Rukas my empire may… Last while the others die away I achieved in life a, Miracle me annihilate the pinnacle of the great writer made spiritual Keep on fighting’em in ways critical seek enlightenment In days biblical, I keep on writing’em What’s it mean? Lots of dramas atrocities Cross between Nostradamus and Socrates I’m just Gods machine First shows ready third flow steady From the southern lands I come with words most deadly, don’t forget me
18.
SO HARD TO FLY - “I’m like a bird with broken wings and one that needs to fly …I’m tired of earthly things I wanna reach the sky It shouldn’t be so hard to, it shouldn’t be so hard to, It shouldn’t be so hard to fly” Shit I been struggling half my life, will I never get a name in the business From my heart I write but its fucking hard to fly? Where the fame? Where is this? Ah recite the saga like Archetype I came in to blitz this A couple of weeks ago when my father died and I dealt with that pain at Christmas Oh and to further the lesson I been off work for depression I’m on the sick bruv… I gotta fix up pick up myself off of the floor but this shit sucks I’m feeling sad behold me at the back I wont leave From my flat I don’t need crap a lonely chap I catch phenomena And the Agoraphobia and I’m freezing out and I don’t wanna leave the house Threes a crowd, Really? Well I show what being alone with me’s about… Long fat pause and frustration whole night gone bad and course Johns engaged in No eye contact and Forced conversation Touting shitty jokes bending ya mind constantly spouting Biggie flows And pretending their mine irresponsibly shouting my witty quotes End of the line fifty notes tickets sold out concerts Whole city goes bonkers nonsense G-G-G give me those! How good have I gotta be to be the leader eager speaker sweet achiever Thee elite I eat the beat up beat defeat ya Sweep the street up? Nah bask in the top, spot so aint asking a lot I’m just a meagre eater; you’re just a meter reader Queen a Sheba Señorita STOP… new scheme is needed I scream the secret dream receded a fucking genius beat it! The lethalest flow too aggressive, the people are told you respect this! Roll thru the guest list killing these rappers and making damn sure that they know who the best is Shit I been constantly tryna take off from the ground ever since I was living in Scotland the town I was born in and found my popular sound These wonderful lyrics I’m jotting’em down But then often I’ve found that after knocking’em out they plotting my down Fall and they want me robbed of my crown but they know that I’m not gonna bow You shitty fucking grime artists are like a dime a dozen Lyrical dwarfs shits over typical forced, and drivel of course Too busy loving my sagas to write a ryime or something Pitiful sorts with no original thoughts, and little applause

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The final part - Slave become Apprentice becomes Master!
My 3rd album


4TH RUKAS ALBUM “MASTER OF THE WORD” ALBUM REVIEW BY DEKAY

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“Master of the word" is a pretty big claim for any writer to make, but Rukas lyricist holds up end of the bargain pretty well on this epic 18 track release. The opening track begins with apocalyptic sounding music, building up to a fast paced, intricately woven rhyme scheme, the tone of which is kept up thru out the album. Rukas sets the bar with his opening lines
"
Unnatural oddity mad anomaly
I babble comically from Babylon a freak
Head of a Jackal wanna eat the Forbidden apple from the tree
Travelled onwardly Battle honourably from the deep
Aint no mystical weapons that will conquer me"

....And keeps up an impassioned dialogue for the rest of the album.

Features here are rather hit and miss, with some of them bringing down the levels with sub-par flows, and others complementing the tracks perfectly (I'll include myself in that last category, as you can find a Dekay verse on Anno Domini produced track "Yesterday”)

A standout track for me is the viciously funny and witty track "ANIMATED" with brilliant wordplay and a catchy beat. In contrast to that another favourite is "BENEATH THE WINTER SNOW" a beautifully sampled beat depicting a trues event from Rukas's life. Covering a wide range of topics from religious beliefs to a Heroin addicted past, this is a quality set of tracks that are unbelievably, free to download!

ALBUM INTRODUCTION....A FEW WORDS FROM RUKAS...

The final part - “Slave” become “Apprentice” becomes “Master!”

I am of course referring to my journey from album 1, “SLAVE TO THE WORD – Episode 1”
, to album 2 “APPRENTICE TO THE WORD - Episode 2” and then finally here this particular
saga ends with the final episode “MASTER OF THE WORD - Episode 3”
This is my 4th studio album (Album 3 is THE TERRAN TALE TELLER) to date
. With this I knew I had to go beyond myself, draw on some serious quasi-mystical like
reserves untapped!. My 1st album SLAVE was good, a far as being a debut. APPRENTICE better, with
top production from PRO P, the UK's busiest producer!...So I felt like I was heading in the right
direction. As long as each album was slightly better than the previous, I was happy. I knew track #1
was gonna have to straight up KILL rappers Heh heh. I knew the whole album was going to be produced
by Anno Domini (The best in the business as far as production goes) so beat choice was varied. But I’m a
picky sod when it comes to beats, and it took a while but eventually I found it. An epic Anno beat which I
instinctively knew was destined to be the opening song to set the mood for the whole album.

I fine tooth combed thru my lyrics, and a week later I was happy. After that 1st track, the rest just flowed & within the year I had written, recorded, mixed & mastered the whole album.

Some say it is my best work, I don’t know. I wouldn’t like to think so as I have since recorded 5 more albums hah hah.

But it IS in my personal top 3. For those familiar with my styles, you can find my MIRROR WRITING style displayed all throughout song 12 - (The Sinner's Song) In which I convert 'The Lord’s Prayer' into rap...Not literally of course, but it was my idea to ‘rap a prayer' for lack of a better term.

Special thanks to my Fiancée Chogaia, my personal muse who never fails to inspire & ultimately surprise me every day with just how fucking amazing she is. Love ya forever babes. A LOTTA songs I have recorded are either about, for, or to her. Expect a collab album of Rukas & Chogaia 2015!

Shout out to my pal Matt Catlow for top recording skills, and being a generally good chap!

Respect 2 my mate Dekay, who features on MANY of my albums...Thanks for the review D!

Well, that’s it I guess. What you still doing here? Play the damn thing!

Rukas 29 May 2012

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released May 29, 2012

All Songs mixed and Mastered by myself (Rukas)

All tracks recorded at @ Endell Street Studio by Matt Catlow

83 Endell Street Covent Garden London, WC2H 9DN


www.endellstreetstudio.com/index.html

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"the offering of a rose basket I bear the widows cried

The coffin was a closed casket affair the lid closed tight

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