THE TERRAN TALE TELLER - (2011)

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My 4th Studio Album, Produced by the hardest working producer in the UK, Pro P Productions.(contact details in 'Album Credits below'

CD DESIGN - RUKAS

www.reverbnation.com/rukasmirrorwriter

Facebook - www.facebook.com/rukas2007

Email - rukas2007@Yahoo.co.uk

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released January 7, 2011

TRACKS PRODUCED BY Pro P - propproducer.bandcamp.com
www.facebook.com/pro.pbeats

THE TERRAN TALE TELLER written by Rukas the mirror writer Copyright 2013

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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Rukas Greater London, UK

My name is Rukas AKA The Grey Walker AKA The Mirror Writer AKA Apprentice To The Word AKA NUFF SAID! I'm a rapper/Lyricist with my own unique style, I Write words and make them do strange things... I get’em to jump up and strip for me… if ya hot I'll collab

"In every starving land there's a fat King
And every laughing man shares a sad grin"
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Track Name: Aint Gone Take Me - Rukas ft Tony Green - (Prod Pro P) - (Mastered)
AINT GONE TAKE ME!

Haters always say ‘Oh He aint no Shady’
Try all you want but the game wont break me
Rap is my bitch she the same old lady
Try all you want but you aint gone take me!

I’m in control of this, lazy fucking slag ‘hold my shit’
Here, that’s what I told the trick
Yeah rap is my bitch one Rukas is more than enough
So you better hope that we don’t have kids!
Fuckers, its flows over Ho’s always
Rukas the Schizo, the bloke overdosed and comatose in hallways
I’m mad insane, rhyme patters strange
Hovering above ya bruv I’m
Hotter than a motherfucking dragons flame
And you have not been in the gutter bruv that brings pain
You’re amongst rhyme fiends my hand prints stain
More than one crime scene bad pimps game
Javelins aimed thru the captains brain shits fucked!
Now the cabins painted the colour of ‘Oh wait it is blood!’
And yes on an impulse I’ll fucking have kings slain
For less than an insult fix up! The rap Prince came//
So please don’t push me, whoopee
My piece of Pussy? Just back from Spain//
That crazy Chogaia baby ya fire maybe a rider
Like Lady Godiva you ooze of sex well
Tell’em who’s the best girl? Don’t make me a liar!
Them dudes the rest fell what you fuckers think of that?//
Rukas king of Rap// my music best sell
And if it doesn’t well I’ve missing nothing never knew success hell!
I been a bad//… boy fluffy tabloids’s love me sing with rap voice ugly
Shades Tinted black I’m raps choice buddy
Bring a fat tubby cat in a cab skin it bad
Jump out of that Taxi swing that cat above me

So again what ya think of that? I’m the rawest the King of Rap
It’s Rukas motherfuckers where’s that chorus? Bring it back!
So again what ya think of that? I’m the rawest the King of Rap
It’s Rukas motherfuckers where’s that chorus? Bring it back!
Track Name: Tomorrows A Brighter Day - ft Matt, Ben & Dekay (Prod Pro P) - (Mastered)
TOMORROW
INTRO - I aint scared of heights I’m scared of lengths its
The lengths that men go for their agendas senseless
Appose my death with my ghost at my bed
I started out with nothing, and I still have most of it left

Once upon a time I saw the man who wasn’t there till he was found missing
Clearly confused but seriously funny now listen
But when you find lost people you lose yourself
Cruise with Hells angels but heavens demons? Who’s to tell?
I jump off cliffs build my wings as I fall soon got flying
Some disappointed by failure doomed for not trying
Like they’d rather be overlooked than to be looked over
I could show ya but ya blind like a good soldier
And these wars the streets need to stop this
Who’s to blame? The UN, the peace force with peacekeeper rockets
How dumb is that? I call Peace an illusion
If all the world leaders were laid end to end they still wouldn’t reach a conclusion
Like me I see ya not convinced where’s our full disclosure?
Where are the secret documents? Yeah the bullshits over
Now I’ve a headache I read the bottle,
I Take two keep away from children Yep! Wait to see tomorrow!

I’ve been told a million times: DON'T EXAGGERATE!
Nah, actually a billion times, I WONT EXTRAPOLATE!
Dyslexics of the world, UNTIE!
I'd give my right arm to be ambidextrous girl I’m a dumb guy
But it’s no open secret
War don’t determine who is right, but who is left still, why will no one see it?
How much can a planet hurt? They fucking up the world
Heart is an anagram of Earth but they don’t love ya girl
I’m looking back at the future but living in the past
Where the grass was greener, clean at last
System linked with Green Peace and live a nice fantasy
The missing link between Beast and civilized man is me
Listen hard we need a sign, free behind prison bars
And we the assigned system guards, isn’t it a farce?
Ten bars are left “Yo scribe it!”
Ahh I’ll write my memoirs when dead, I’ll Ghost-write it!

The words criminal justice are kinda ironic
Corrupt judges love giving time like its time honoured
How can you rest and play and take the Western way
You say Great Depression I don’t call depression great!
And what’s good grief? And Sweet sorrows
If the book reads well it don’t need a reader to preach morals
What’s a crash landing into third space
If that shipped crashed? it never landed in the first place
How can a silent scream ever be taped live?
How’d you hold a black hole in ya hand how do you take sides?
Beyond infinity we’ll moan forever
A short eternal tragic comedy alone together
Now the listeners confused the way I speak the verse
Well none of it makes sense until ya go and think about it boy just read the words
Say ‘NEVER ODD OR EVEN’ backwards then go forwards
See what happens word wizard believe in magic, now roll the chorus!

Female – singing –
LA LA LA LALALA LALALAAAALAA
LA LA, LA LA, LALALA LA LALAAA

With horrors I lie awake, at night I pray
A promise I’d like to make, to light the way
My song this is why I say, life is great
Tomorrows a brighter day! We’ll find our way!
Track Name: Havin Fun (Prod. Pro P) - (Mastered)
I’M JUST HAVING FUN

Sid the sexist me? I don’t bust a shell
Drugs to sell but don’t trust myself
Do your own product? Damn that’s a hustler’s hell
I was on the wagon man guess I must’ve fell
Now there aint nothing down that road just a cell
Judge named Michelle the disgust I felt
Feminists got revenge no justice “Help!”
I think the concept of a female judge is well
Pretty fucking dumb hope you turn to dust Michelle
I really really hope, that sluts expelled
Don’t…fuck… with Rukas girl
Now please lemme out this cage uhm just a spell?
My birds fit lads all she does is yell
Kick me in the bollacks said “What’s this smell?
Now I’m sitting there kid aint got much to tell
Shit! And I’m just waiting for my nuts to swell

Said it all before - Harmless rap in one
Ya know! Ya know! Ya know! Ya know!
(On the same level as above – hit the spot man give is what ya got man)
Said it all before - I’m just having fun
Having fun!


Unravel ya dream as ya Travel to Venus, Radical extremist
Battle the meanest problems? I tackle Cristina’s!
Mathematical genius
Woman plus me take away her man equals “slut suck magical penis
Rukas the magician, Slut just listen
Shove this dick in ya mouth scrub this kitchen
Ya mothers kissing me saying love is missing
A Tender touch is distant give it such a blistering
Kids in the cupboards whispering Uh was Whistling
Rukas isn’t a cheat…HE… is above suspicion
Accuse me? Love just listen
Excuse me? What the fuck is this thing
A photograph? Looks rubbish dicks in the position
Rubbers missing stuck my fist in her butt it fits in
Fuck her tits swing in my face can’t publish this uhm
I’m outraged that you would accuse me, err…my blood has risen!

Rap superman, rap superman
that’s just who I am, damn! Who I am
That’s ya superman
“What ya doing man the hooks already done”
Rap superman, look it’s a heavy one
Smash thru ya plan crookedness deadly tongue
And I’m taking a sip of this Rum with the tip of this tongue and then ah would’a been the greatest
But I’m sick of this son fuck, ahh what I mean to say is
I’m the only mirror writer to be born on the planet Earth
Lonely spirit rider the deformed I’m a man that’s cursed
I seen it thru my goggles, the scenic route to brothels
We sniff glue from bottles, Eat and spew McDonalds
Like bulimic supermodels, and tell my bitch to clean it with
Hygienist Hoover nozzles while I’m reading thru my novels
Showing a damn preacher man what it is that he can do with morals
Now pass the peace pipe or you get beaten blue with laurels

They say Rukas got Bitches on the brain
Nah mate I got bitches on the game
They say “Sid the sexist why’d you disrespect chicks?”
I say Bitch! Kitchen! Fix my breakfast!
I never feed myself… as I said before
I never repeat myself err is that a metaphor?
They say that I'm a nobody, well if nobody is perfect
And I’m a nobody hmm don’t that mean I’m perfect?
Handsome bloke where there's a will, I want to be in it, too sick
Here, take my advice bitch, I don’t use it
Ya father must adore you
I sent ya finger and a ransom note, ya father wanted more proof
Laugh at me I diss’em, complete idiot how?
Parts of me are missing she’s quick with the mouth
Fuck bruv she’s such a talker
She said booze don’t solve problems I said “shut the fuck up neither does water!”
Track Name: Sence Of Humour - Rukas - (Prod Pro P) - (Mastered)
SENSE OF HUMOUR

Walk up to random ladies insisting you are family make a noise
Steal candy from babies throw papers back at paperboys
When you're in an argument, shout really loud
"I don't see your name on it!” no matter what it's about,
At random times in a conversation, say "Hi,"
"Hello Sir, how are you?" or "Have a good day, thank you Bye"
Job interviews you don’t have to sweat
When they ask ya name stay quiet an hour then say "Is that a threat?"
And when someone asks you the time just say “what? I know”
Then shuffle towards’em making plane noise shouting “DO NOT APPROACH”
Who’s a nuisance? Me choosing three
Hundred pairs of shoes to try, tell the guy I don’t wanna buy shoes and leave
Walk up to someone eating, Lean over stare at them intently
Until they notice, continue to do so for like twenty
Minutes until they ask what you're doing, Reply, "I've been here
Watching you eat for the last half an hour, you’re weird!"

In the car with my step nans sweat band
Turn on the Talk Radio roll the window down and head-bang
Walk around with a plastic sword deaf to the laughter
Telling strangers "I must avenge the death of my father"
When ya standing in a lift face the back
especially if its packed lose it, start to clap
Singing music expecting’em to sing too if
They don’t insist, "Everyone knows that song, what you stupid?"
How else shall I tease’em?
When we’re going down scream “WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE!!!" for no apparent reason
Witness the comedic end of rapping
whenever someone finishes a sentence always say, “uh huh then what happened?"
Evil and mean hyper today
Adjust the tint on my TV screen so the people are green, and insist that I "like it that way”
Stand on a busy corner, Gasp, look up at the sky
See how many people look and ask’em to get a fucking life

Repeat the following conversation a dozen times:
"Do you hear that?", "What?", "Never mind, it's gone now" Then do it another dozen times
Lick the cream from cookies put them back in the box make no sound
Go out point ya hair dryer at cars to see if they slow down
Sing along at the opera house and
Call an operator, When asked, "Can I help?" reply, "No thanks, just browsing"
Phone random numbers, ring any corporate office
Tell’em ya bought a cottage holding their daughter hostage
Don’t wanna extort ya profits but if you don’t order porridge with a quarter sausage
For when four o’clock hits I will have taught her Scottish
Visit Nan, see her mind decay
Lie obviously about trivial things like the time of day
Let her talk an hour then say "Wait, start over I wasn't paying attention
Oh and happy birthday Nan I’m taking ya pension”
Throw stones at people walking past your house that’s my hobby yes
Disagree strongly with everything anybody says
Track Name: I'm All ALone - Rukas ft Frosty Frost- (Prod Pro P) - (Mastered)
“It was like she fell through the cracks…
She just seemed to…disappear”
I haven’t seen her in years”


Where the hell is Mrs Heather Jones?
I know we argued and struggle but are you in trouble? Pick up a telephone!
We got history its simply sad but don’t forget that Heather
We got kids to feed so this thing we have aint over yet I met ya
When I was young, back in our school you wore your hair a bit different
Then you was dumb, acting the fool and always scared of commitment
But now I’m buried thick in scary shit and tryna care for three kids and
Keep living doctors say with therapy things’d be different
Not many things as hard to do as this thing
Are you listening? Growing up I knew a part of you was missing,
Something in your mind was missing true I’m a bum and a dead beat
But this time its different you were the one that left me
Hon you left three kids is you mad? Rose and Adele miss you bad
Joes had twelve stitches thru his back and wishes you were back
Selfish bitches ya’s are all the same…
Thru sickness and health ya’s must think this is all a game!

And now you’re into witchcraft? Aint say’n you pose a threat to Rome
But what about the kids ma? Aint you supposed to set the tone?
I know how you’ve issues, your folks forever moan
Now they miss you its true! And those you never phone
Post a letter home maybe compose a clever poem
A heartfelt apology baby Rose you left alone
Adele’s at college she’s grown don’t know whether you know
Emotions you’ve never shown just shows you’ve never grown
Before we met? You only slept with those blokes that kept ya stoned
In loads ‘a debt so you’d pay those with credit loans
Supposed to be together but now we both’ve separate homes
What goes on inside the head of Heather Jones? Folk’s have never known
Last year she overdosed on methadone
Shed my last tear, knew she was close to death and bones
Last night woke in my bed I froze my breath was cold
It was then, that I saw, the ghost of Heather Jones!
Track Name: Straight To The Heart - (Prod Pro P) - (Mastered
Straight To the Heart

Story, Story teller aim straight for the heart
This surreal twist of fate gets insane and bizarre
Uri, Uri Gellar name game it to start
Is it real is it fake question came up but nah!
I’m naming the saga I came in as (my) mah
Little track of no concepts straight to the heart
Mister drug dealer claim that ya smart?
But ya single minded man you got the brain of a shark
Sunday you’ve riches saying that ya hard
Monday a snitch gives ya name to the yard
Shouldn’t have had that Cocaine in the car
Mister addict still tryna find a vein but you can’t
Sally on the game feeling shame from the car
To the alley fond of pain deal in pain and get scarred
Little Harry wanna name kill and maim for a part
Tragic and that shit there? Hits you straight to the heart!

God cursed the first murderer Kane with a mark
Flooded Earth Old Noah make a break for the ark
One day John Lennon sat playing a guitar
Enter Mark David Chapman strayed from the path
Gunshots next day fans praying in the park
Dead and buried legendary straight to the heart!
No more tales spotlight me “wait for it Pa!”
You always said I took the piss now I’m taking it far
People hear me and they like “Hey what a star
Underrated a spark how great that ya are!”
Well where’s the money I don’t get paid I’m a starve
I stay on my guard words I break’em apart
Now with just two syllables “ain” and then “ahh”
Man I have to add an “s” as I’m raising the bar
But as good as I am who will pay for my art?
Too late get my paper depart, hit me straight to the heart

The last two verses I made a bit dark
So let’s lighten the mood so they get a laugh
S, U G to the A to the R
You’ve a great arse love the way you shaking it Ma!
May I get a dance? Can I play with ya bra?
Hmm, I thought I’d like to see you naked but nah
You are possibly the ugliest babe at the bar
Sniff eurgh! You smell like you came from the farm
Beer goggles made you look okay from afar
unshaven armpits I’d rather play with my aah
Shit! Hey Bartender “make it a large”
And go back to toking my favourite cigar
Boys don’t you really fucking hate a mirage?
Or a fucking fat bitch in a make up façade?
You are what you eat what ya ate what ya are
What a weight plate OF THE Carbohydrates straight to the heart!

I don’t wanna cry no more
Playing my part hit you straight to the heart!
Track Name: GOD - Rukas - (The Creation Project Part 7 of 7) Prod Pro P - (Mastered)
GOD - Creation Project part 7

Who happened to make creation and pulled a bone
From Adam to make Eve they sinned, hope man will atone
Who made the animals that roam the land you call home?
And told the lions in the pit to leave Daniel alone?
Who cursed Egypt? And with Rome who had the worst beef with?
Had a son should have kept his birth secret!
Go get a bible pick any verse read it…
Your souls survival depends on the words believe it!
Be strong of faith regard the message on the page
Live honest ways I’ll never bar the blessed from my gates
Who made the earth in seven days and rested on the eighth?
To whom do angels serenade with blessed songs of praise?
And if you swear to be good and live carefully and bear with me
You would be there with me in heaven there would be no therapy
Let me take ya there with me prepare to meet your maker…
I’m everything that you see… the sweet vapour
Rising up from a deep crater stare at the sea your staring at me
I’m the words on a sheet of paper the air that you breathe!
The way was thru Jesus who was to lead ya to but
Who was ruthlessly given up by Judas the deceiver…?
Julius Caesar didn’t believe my power neither…
Two thousand years later he’s now a devout believer!
And if you come to my church no bringing out the reefer…
If your one of the worst folk in the house I leave ya…
If you’re under a curse yo I’m about to free ya…
If you hunger or thirst open your mouth I’ll feed ya
Cure the crowd of fever, bow to me the
Alpha and omega, proud leader…the lord you’re GOD!


POOR…SICK…MEN…YOU’LL…READ…THE…TRUTH
FOR…GIVE…THEM…WHO’LL…NEED…THE…PROOF

I dreamed Jehovah met me when
I schemed and rolled with deadly men
Screaming “don’t forget me friend”
A poet and I hold a heavy pen; I know I’m ready then,
A soldier on the road to Bethlehem
Decoded letters in the Old Testament found no message
So I go to questioning posh accountants and old Mexicans
Washed at fountains spoke to medicine men at the tops of mountains
Took a load of mescaline don’t know if Gods around since There’s no evidence just gospel albums
Hoped for better things on the road I met a prince
Though dead ever since who knows? The dude spoke with eloquence who stole the pharaoh’s rings?
Rode with desert kings rode too close to elephants
Trampled to death rose from the dead again
Been a ghost ever since
I guess Heaven some souls never glimpse
Folks never sin get your halos and get your wings
Stay close when the host of Heaven sings
Just in case the gates close and everything’s
Turned pear shaped men waiting to learn their fate…
Then Satan burning with bare hate
Though I know he exists? Don’t know if Jesus lives
Teach us this…please assists I spoke to preachers and bishops’
Even teachers of physics seeking Egyptian sisters
Steeped in secrets of mystics…these are statistics
But they didn’t help yes I lost days a living Hell…
I guess Gods face is hidden well…
They should Listen All I seek is the truth
On a sacred mission all I need is the proof…


POOR…SICK…MEN…YOU’LL…READ…THE…TRUTH
FOR…GIVE…THEM…WHO’LL…NEED…THE…PROOF
Track Name: Lonely - ft Frosty Frost (Prod Pro P) - (Mastered)
“It was like she fell through the cracks…
She just seemed to…disappear”
I haven’t seen her in years”


Where the hell is Mrs Heather Jones?
I know we argued and struggle but are you in trouble? Pick up a telephone!
We got history its simply sad but don’t forget that Heather
We got kids to feed so this thing we have aint over yet I met ya
When I was young, back in our school you wore your hair a bit different
Then you was dumb, acting the fool and always scared of commitment
But now I’m buried thick in scary shit and tryna care for three kids and
Keep living doctors say with therapy things’d be different
Not many things as hard to do as this thing
Are you listening? Growing up I knew a part of you was missing,
Something in your mind was missing true I’m a bum and a dead beat
But this time its different you were the one that left me
Hon you left three kids is you mad? Rose and Adele miss you bad
Joes had twelve stitches thru his back and wishes you were back
Selfish bitches ya’s are all the same…
Thru sickness and health ya’s must think this is all a game!
And now you’re into witchcraft? Aint say’n you pose a threat to Rome
But what about the kids ma? Aint you supposed to set the tone?
I know how you’ve issues, your folks forever moan
Now they miss you its true! And those you never phone
Post a letter home maybe compose a clever poem
A heartfelt apology baby Rose you left alone
Adele’s at college she’s grown don’t know whether you know
Emotions you’ve never shown just shows you’ve never grown
Before we met? You only slept with those blokes that kept ya stoned
In loads ‘a debt so you’d pay those with credit loans
Supposed to be together but now we both’ve separate homes
What goes on inside the head of Heather Jones? Folk’s have never known
Last year she overdosed on methadone
Shed my last tear, knew she was close to death and bones
Last night woke in my bed I froze my breath was cold
It was then, that I saw, the ghost of Heather Jones!
Track Name: Heartbreak Boy - (Prod Pro P) - (Mastered)
HEARTBREAK BOY
SLOW=

No jokes I’m so chosen show boat some
Dope posing no clothes on the whole globe knows him
Enter the club time so frozen
No camera tracks everyone’s moving normal but I’m walking in slow motion
Some dude off camera with a fucking hairdryer blowing
So my hairs swept back from my face yeah hide the lotion
The bars at least half full bleached marble
floor sweet Shark pool Teeth sparkle more freaks ah pull

FAST =

Showing my arse at the bar
Telling everybody that I mastered the craft
Ask for a large liquor and bruv?
And I don’t give a fuck how fast that you are
Bida Bad bida bad bidi bidi bidi bad
With a little bit of this and a little bit of that
Where you at that Kitty Kat? Kitty Kitty Kitty Kat?
That! That! That! That! HEARTBREAK BOY!

SLOW=

Card player the heart breaker Dark flavoured
Darth Vader Ah make a path straight for the bar hey I’ve
Far greater lyrics what?! This offends? Hah Later!
I’m hot, leaving blistered pens and charred paper!
No one knows the syllable mean as this lyrical genius
Known as Rukas, middle extremist don’t obstruct as
Miracle penis creates a 100 little ME’s
And a 100 little Cristina’s homeless fuckers
Buy a CD off of me giving ya girl a freebie? Probably oh and…
We Live in a world of mediocrity where no one
Is decent please I’m freezing cold season no reason
Chick Teasing and pleasing she’s an achievement breeze and leaves’em wheezing
He’s in ya Precinct the beast and Pro P slips me some
Beats under the table “Rukas keep Stum! Till the day we release’em”
Bida Bad bida bad bidi bidi bidi bad
With a little bit of this and a little bit of that
Where you at that Kitty Kat? Kitty Kitty Kitty Kat?
That! That! That! That! HEARTBREAK BOY!

SLOW=

Tell you I need you then leave you, deep, who? Me ooh
Gigolo what me do, so shallow I’m see through
Oscar Wilde said the heart was made to be broken
Lost ya smile afraid to keep hoping
Don't cry when the sun is gone cozthe tears won’t let you see the stars
I am the one that’s wrong lost my years don’t get to flee my past
The female? I make her my hobby work a polygraph
I dint mean to hurt nobody, expert at sorry

HOOK- THERE, HE GOES, THERE, HE GOES, THERE, HE GOES,
LOOK AT HIM, HEARTBREAK BOY!
Track Name: Take Me Down - Rukas ft Lezareno an Dares - (Prod Pro P) - (Mastered)
TAKE ME DOWN

“Why’d do they always wanna make me frown?
Too many haters shady town
Why’d do they always wanna take me down?
Could it be the way the, way we sound?”


The Only Rapper To Never Honour An Peer Dominant Here
The One That They Wanted To Hear On The Mic “Oh Shit He’s Gone Into Gear!”
Deliver He Wickedest Stuff Rippin’ This Proving That Living Is Tough
Never Giving A Fuck And Nobody Can Inhibit Us Bruv
There In The Town Too May Haters Yeah And I’m Tearing’em Out
Staring’em Down But, Everybody Knows I’m Wearing The Crown
Rap Crazeyt They See Great Speed
Rap Till I Get A Face A-C-H-E
Coz You Would Attend A Stupid Event And Do It Again Booing At Men
You With A Friend Aw Fuck Look What I Do With The Pen!
I Rate Myself More Highly Than Probably
Any Man On The Planet Coz Nonce Of Them Will Acknowledge Me
I’m An Oddity Gotta Be Hot To Follow
Smile Horribly Child Prodigy Holla’ Me
An’ Aint No Limit To What My Brain Can Do In This Shady Town
Baby Bow Now How In The Fuck Are You Gonna Take Me Down?
Track Name: Only Sixteen - Rukas ft Dekay - (Prod Pro P) - (Mastered)
SHE WAS ONLY SIXTEEN

Little Betty’s wandered; No one knows where she’s gone to
‘Please respond to us’ the Police on the
Case want results so listen Betty got a close up
Face on a poster ‘missing’ everybody knows her
Have ya seen this child? Please ring this number
Mad extremists smile police think its one of
The local travellers that just moved in last month
Ya know they’ll have a list but it’s proving hard son
But all these grim dudes get analysed tonight
Their stories ring true their alibis are tight
Search parties out man there are others ready
First start we scout land ‘where the fuck is Betty?’
Is she lying in hospital viciously assaulted?
This be quite an impossible mystery lets solve it
So hopeless thee end a cold wind it brings
No motive DNA no fingerprints
No proof no sin why Boys in blue are baffled
So truth soaks in like Poison to an apple
Got another Maddie, Mother sadly she will suffer badly
Discover Daddy’s suicide ‘I loved her madly!’

They frivolous cows’ it seems crazed “look no smiles!”
Eight twitter accounts sixteen Facebook profiles


…Today’s chick’s yav straight teeth but crooked morals
…Ya crazed bitch ya may speak but look what follows


I hate everybody, and you’re next I’m bout to lose it
Warning: I have an attitude and I know how to use it


How can I miss you if you won’t go away? “Hey don’t stay!”
Oh these horns? That’s nutin’ there just there to keep my halo straight


Rukas and Pyro – Maniac instructors
Fuckers and I’ve no brain Biatch ya love us!
Track Name: Sex, Drugs & Alcohol -ft Dekay (Prod. Pro P) - (Mastered)
Sex and Drugs and Alcohol

Hot out of luck not in my pocket a nugget Borrow a buck
Follow a slut to that popular club
Give ya tits a fucking Wobble ya butt
Gotta get dug nah slut I’ve not got a glove
But I’m star struck and only got a Dollar to fuck
Arse fucked hooker aint you a Model or such
Damn is every hooker in this Brothel corrupt?
And cum cum I aint being horrible love
But you gobble it up and ya swallow it up
Like it’s a bottle of Bud eyes goggle above
Show that boy Rukas how much cock ya will suck
Pussy… squeaking… like Donald the Duck
I lay ya arse out today then tomorrow the pub
Ya friends look at you like you got with a stud
Friends look at me like “god you’re a mug”
I need Sex and Drugs and Alcohol!

Give it to me, won’t you give it to me, won’t you give it to me
Wont you give it I need Sex and Drugs and Alcohol
(Back the “give it to me” bits singing)

Skeletons packed it’s never been shattered
Evidence scattered all over my Medicine cabinet
Packets, little pieces of Heaven in sachets
But crack is the Devil boy there’s a grim Habit
Mexicans snatch it up off the desert and bag it
Mexicans, desert? Fuck it questioning addict
Like “How much speed is in this fucking Dexedrine Tablet?
I mean what kind of Synthetics in that shit?”
Methamphetamines savage Heroin’s magic
Ketamine snatches ya brain till everything’s static
I mean for fucksake horses and elephants have it
For those of you that don’t know Mescaline’s Acid
And ever since the Blue pill sex? I can have it!
Nah scratch that, what I mean is sex has been magic!
Mirror writer but drugs? A professor in that shit!
I need Sex and Drugs and Alcohol!

Sunday I took an Acid trip
Monday I took a Massive shit some say as a kid
They gave Heroin to John
Yeah I was experimented on so my development went wrong
Took the best you gave me damn every one of you
Test tube baby standing in front of you
In a squat party like where’s the Bob Marley?
Stuck up chicks looking at me like “What? Hardly!”
Smack a bitch in the face “my god Harvey
Did you see?” What Prick?!” do not start me!
I got Charlie, what a big ting yep!
But it aint kicked in yet ‘Chi-Chicken head’
Bollocks you’se are sluts come follow this and do some drugs Hon
Swallow six and you’se have such fun
Son I gotta get these College bitches loosened up some
I need Sex and Drugs and Alcohol!
Track Name: Your Guide (Prod. Pro P) - (Mastered)
YOU’RE GUIDE

When you get a problem and you don’t know right from wrong
When you meet temptation and the urge is very strong
Take the straight and narrow path and if you start to slide
And always let your conscience be your guide

I deal with temptation by yielding to it
Temptation hath a music for all ears something appealing to it
I can resist everything except temptation yes
If I flee it? I leave a forwarding address
The best way to overcome desire is to satisfy it
Drugs are a bet with the mind so I had to try it
I don't need drugs to make my life tragic
Yeah I’m out of my mind but I’ll be back in five minutes havoc
A weak man who yields to the temptation of just
Denying himself a pleasure, say no to drugs
That will drive the prices down ah hope it does
Reality’s a crutch for those who can't cope with drugs
They appear older here over here weird bloke beard grower
Beauty is in the eye of the beer holder
Beer - the reason I wake up every afternoon
Take drugs in the bathroom, laughing goon!

A day for firm decisions! Or is it? Mass debater
I’m twisted, I’ll procrastinate later
Bad loser? Cheat? Me? Nah I’m loyal bruv
Oh, and my gun beats ya motherfucking royal flush!
Does the noise in my head bother you?
Your just jealous coz the voices won’t talk to you
Anyways they don’t talk, they shout
My multi personality disorders gone we’re okay now
Knight in shining armor nah
Loser in aluminium foil yeah, and ahh
I'm not paranoid, they really are after me.
Ambivalent? Well, yes and no, I’d agree
I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy it
Friendship? I spoil it Mouth is a fucking toilet
We live in a society where pizza
Gets to your house before the police bruv

Drugs to make women speak, but none to keep them quiet damn
Words are the most potent drug known to man
Lead me not into temptation. I can find the way myself.
Female police officer last night was great as hell
“Anything you say, can and will be held against you”
I said ‘TITS’ filthy fella offends you
A little bit of powder, a little bit of paint
Makes a girl's complexion seem what it ain't
Steal my wife? My revenge is let you keep her
Accused me of being self-important. I nearly fell off my throne and beat her
I can have any woman I please but, So far
I haven't pleased any of them nah don’t laugh
A dyslexic man walks into a bra and says this…
“Who thought of putting the ‘S’ in lisp?”
One Scotch, two Scotch, three Scotch, FLOOR… pissed!
How small can I compress a joke? Dwarf shortage!
Track Name: She's Gotta Go - ft Matt - (Prod Pro P) - (Mastered)
SHE’S GOTTA GO

She’s a dead weight, round my head mate
In the morning I’m like oh she’s gotta go
Got a headache, get out my bed babe
In the morning I’m like oh she’s gotta go

This relationship is like the flat just look it’s a mess
She can’t cook its depressing burns the dinner and butchers the rest
Now could I suggest don’t wear that dress you look as butch as a lez
She shook of her vest I swear down now she got the crookedness breasts
And ‘oof’ what a breath one of her legs is made of wood it’s the left
And her bush is a mess pussy smelling just like foot it’s depressing
She took of her left, wooden leg once and Blow! Jook to the chest
And as good as the sex is I don’t need these mental bullets of stress
I got an injunction guess that bitch must’ a mistook what is says
Her foot steps behind me stalking me I should’ve pushed for arrest!
What a fucking bitch and she can, ‘woof’ ‘woof’ with the best
And I should’ve just left one question is this as good as it gets?
And her mind constantly changes then it gone like ‘Poof’ it’s a yes
And then no Yesterday Christian now today a Buddhist what’s next?
She don’t get me only one that really understood was my ex
My book of success where is it, where’d I leave that hookers address?
Whoops I just left!

Some of these chicks I know are lazy as hell
From the ones I know? I’d be hard pressed to pick the craziest girl
And who’s shady as well listen when I was young and honest I
Loved a girl with a lazy eye but she saw someone on the side ha ha
Said that she was leaving me because I always just exaggerate I was so shocked
I almost tripped over my cock, what?
I know this 400 pound woman I used to go with
was sexually assaulted yesterday Police they cant find a motive
…I dated a photographer her name was Kaz and that
Slag used to beat me with her camera I still have the flashbacks
My Ex had her tongue cut out during the war
But never used to talk about it no trust so I don’t see her no more
Women are like dog shit in that the older they are
The easier they are to pick up ha ha hah! Ah
Spend my money on whisky and women the rest I just wasted
Shit it’s hard to pick the right chick…nowadays face it!

How do you FIX a woman's watch? You don't there’s is a clock on the oven hob
Go home and wash the pots it’s ya job and they’ll be no ducking off
What should you give a woman that has everything?
How bout a man to show her how to work it (slap) Ahh! Petty things
That mouth of hers always spits out like thousands of words
After counselling Thursday I left three notes round the house for my bird
And they read "Will", "You" and "Me" that will keep her busy
While I pee and watch the football on TV, she’s leaving me
“You never motivate you just sneer at my overweight”
But honey, what about our kid “what kid?” Hold up wait Shit!
So, you’re not really pregnant?! Nah
I believed it for a second but of course you are, they’ll do ya head in if ya let’em
My fifty third wife tried commit me to her
And I pity the bird that walks round say’n “I'm just too pretty to work!”
But quickly I heard of a food and it reduces ya sex drive
By like 95% it's called a Wedding Cake ask my Ex-wife!
Track Name: Heaven Knows - Rukas Ft Lezaeno - (Prod Pro P) - (Mastered)
HEAVEN KNOWS

Oh, it's been such a long, long time,
Oh, Its, been such a long long time
Ohhhh, baby I should forget you
Heaven knows I've tried
Baby, when I said that I'm glad we're through
Deep in my heart I know I've lied, I've lied, I've lied


Here he comes again that annoying fucking nuisance
With another whiney song about a boy in love with music
Man we heard it all before that tired concepts old
Nonsense flow, right? But on a Pompous note
Rukas is the shit and his CD the bomb
Music is a bitch and she’s treated me wrong
Every second song from Eminem’s about music bitching
And how it’s a bitch and he’s about to lose it and that unoriginal
Bring a new pitch in, now use it!
Don’t be pigeonholed with ya flow, be an influence
Hum along to everyone that comes on
Number one song after Number one song
The music may stop now blues I bless you
But the strings remain forever, Music was my refuge
I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl
My back to loneliness oh loathsome world!


VERSE 3

I seen pregnant woman jumping from building, what a mum in a million
No wonder children are running with villains hunting for pilgrims
Someone did Dillon in front of McMillan’s building
Got drunk and then killed him, young and their willing
To fill’em with lead some funds and they milk’em to death
Still in the red one month no guilt and regret ill intellects
Building rep thugs willing to let blood spill on the set
You aint fulfilling ya debt? Chill and get killed in your bed! Yep!
Catch police extorting, crack freaks supporting
Habits absorbing what their maths teacher’s taught’em
Kilos and Gs mad keys are brought in, daddy’s been porking
His own kid, mum glad she’s divorced him
Sad each misfortune, walk mad streets with caution
Under aged girls raped in taxis are forced in
To back street abortions these things I write about
Things I seen in my past that I lied about!
Track Name: I'm Sorry - Ft Lezareno - (Prod Pro P) - (Mastered)
“I’M SORRY”

Hook - Main
My love, I ran around on you Yes, I broke your heart in two
My love, I ran around on you Yes, I broke your heart in two
And I want the world to know I’m sorry (La la la lalala)
And I want the world to know I’m sorry (La la la lalala)

Sub hook – Intro –
So if by chance you want to know If I really love you so
So if by chance you want to know If I really love you so

Rukas rap STRAIGHT after the sub hook

“RYIME-SIGHT”
My younger self under a spell, wondrous twelve//
Year old no hero mum isn’t well//
Son and this felt real won’t comfort this girl//
We’re cold listen here don’t run to a cell//
Or a nice coffin whether sheer gold none of us yell//
Life’s rotten try to stomach the smell, hear Yo!//
Listen cuz ya got you got wonders to tell son just excel//
Miss the bus A deep hole into which most Londoners fell//
Is the drugs, exquisite buzz, wicked stuff it’s a rush//
Mixes up kids are fucked//
Lady Heroin a vicious slut…please don’t let her visit us//
Kiss of love? Nah that bitch is suss! Shit is tough//
And its painful wanna show ya//
Boy ignore the Devil in ya head and listen to that angel on ya shoulder//
Never try to be a Warrior for Dead society//
…Sorry fa’ the hepatitis C//
Track Name: What The Hell Is Going On - Rukas ft Dares - (Prod Pro P) - (Mastered)
WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?

Its Cra-Zy, Tell Me Please Its
Its Cra-Zy, Help Me Please Its
Its Cra-Zy, Tell Me Please just
What The Hell Is Going On?

To be the best man that’s impossible to fulfil
Are you for real? You need a hospital dude your ill
Please and I’m beautiful to Mc’s and I prove my skill
Been thru the mill and so that’s the reason I shoot to kill
Mad and I’m lonely feeling trapped and I wont leave
The Dragon that don’t breathe fire straggling with cold feet
When is rap gonna know me? Shit its happening slowly
Lacking a dope beat so collabing with Pro P
I build with him diligent killing’em militant skill I been
Pillaging village kin iller vanilla skin thriller and still the king
What will I win? What, nothing!? Fuck it
Got fucking rugged drop Hot stuff and love it, Muppet!
Fleeing from tragic screams from sleeping with shattered dreams
To meeting with backward teens “that’s me in the magazines”
And it might seem to some as if it’s a pipe dream
But it’s my dream son I look around and I scream…


With power he spits blatant but kids I’m no fool
How the street its saying ‘oh shit ya so cool’
Now the beats dictating I switch to old school
Pal the league it’s changing what is the roll call?
Rukas on the Mic, I smile though red eyed
Fuckers wanna bite, my style go head try
Pro P on production, lots of fans say
“Yo we wanna touch’em”, watch the hands mate
I excel through rhyme more haters having a laugh
Might as well shoot blind or take a stab in the dark
No ability or challenges come now amateur rated
So still I see the talentless somehow manage to make it
You pricks are pitiful fine tooth comb thru my lyrics
“You missed a syllable” I’m too known to my critics
And yeah ya British too but ya know that ya in denial
Compare my lyrics to what you wrote I win by a mile!

Pro P on production damn Nero spitting tough
“Yo we wanna touch’em”, fans zero in on us
Track Name: Burning Your Ear - Microbe ft Rukas - (Prod Pro P) - (Mastered)
Burning Your Ear


Short stories be a journey of life


‘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
G master ya craft whether painter or poet
Be asked for ya art never named but ya know it
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 heavy boast kids ya see it all
Spirit rider every ghost is my vehicle
Bring the saga write grief and pain fills the mind
In the afterlife teaching angels to rime
Heck I need paper let this dangerous flow free
Met a beat maker said his name was Pro P
His work is amazing and blokes jealous I know
His work is amazing and goes well with this flow
The most underrated, words above they’re heads
And folks come to hate it, worst I suffer stress
The game is fucked us up envy’s now rampant
The name is Rukas bruv Mc outstanding
The ‘Source Magazine’ articles about me
Of course have this dream laugh at fools that doubt me
Smoking Cubans with Italians speaking Latin he’s…
Showing huge rings big medallions sleep in satin sheets…
The rap Versace making riches at the Bafta Party shaking bitches
Pack’a fucking Paparazzi taking pictures!!
Track Name: Farewell - (Prod Pro P) - (Mastered)
FAREWELL

Look my old girls sad for me my last words?
Goodbye cold world I had to leave my heart hurts
Knew that my days were numbered I got this coming
Knew I’d have to face the thunder of god’s judgement
Used to teach you stories
Bragging that I’d live forever, how sad it is I never even reached my forties
Thirty-eight’s an early age for an early grave
By the pearly gates flirty ways and my dirty face!
But nothing changed much still the same stuff…
Still retain love, still in the game bruv
Though I’m rapping to a different tune with Jesus in deep discussion
Give him room see I need his heart beat as percussion
Got the wind as my melody…
Lyrics performed with this spirit form? God I think it’s developed me
Spirit form I’ll need no physical
Formerly so miserable in life normally egotistical
After death I’m humble quite happy
Weren’t hard to let that light in the tunnel attract me
Old dead peers with open arms beckoning me…
Don’t shed tears know that I’m in heaven and free!
So when I’m lying in my coffin at my funeral?
No crying and sobbing I want it to be beautiful…
Went thru it all the hard stuff and the bad weather,
But do recall the laughter and love that we had together
Sat in a pub with Irish folk having a laugh
Cracking up a childish joke at the bar, knock back a half
Up till two forty, swallow down a few for me
With a bottle of brown few rude stories
And think of the, good days
Don’t be grim; I’m hopefully in a good place

Sad my babes acting crazed stuck back in the days
Trapped in a maze, another dragon to chase
Alcoholic out to follow jay, throw that alcohol away
Or spend a holiday out in Holloway!
Used to be my Bo derrick friends were so jealous
Girl living in the past has no merits lemme go don’t stare at
Those skies so long don’t cry grow strong
Though my souls gone yo like old songs
We never really truly die toast john keep living…
Life goes on wish it could be different!
Say goodbye were all fated to die,
From cradle to the grave right? It’s what you make if your life
Don’t be a liar no need to get higher hopefully aspire
Go see the messiah let your soul retire…to holy fire
My only desires for you to remember me tenderly…
A beautiful memory a true friend to me
Yeah I treasured you too pleasure to
When I’m measured for my new suit don’t forget to
Decorate my person with jewellery put great words in the eulogy
And may the birds sing beautifully!
Babies and laughter what a mad crowd,
Ladies and lager maybe Sinatra in the background
I did it my way picked the right day
To say goodbye hey don’t cry babe, you was always my mate…
Yeah… and don’t be scared too see the end
I’ll be there when ya need a friend… we’ll meet again farewell

…An Honest Mistake
Man I Never Should ‘A Promised To Stay Farewell
Wanted To Stay
And I Better Put This Song Just To Say… Farewell