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THE TERRAN TALE TELLER - (2011)

by Rukas

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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 patterns 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!
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TOMORROWS A BRIGHTER DAY 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! Hook 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! Verse 2 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! Hook 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! Verse 3 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! Hook 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!
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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!”
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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
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I’m All Alone The Writer Chorus - Bearing my heart and, can’t call for home There in the dark and, arm all alone One boy alone Destined to be king, therefore can’t avoid the throne don’t Uncertain times perfect lines Nervous minds try to interpret signs Third age a million comets Flash thru the night sky a time of dreaming Birthplace of William Wallace That’s true the wise try to find the meaning More come, a signed agreement “He talks with forked tongue, come! bind this demon!” Mankind leaning, all set to topple But can find meaning respect the novel Mad Baptists persecute the poet Black magic why? Words are too heroic Man the churches plan emerges Ban the wordsmith damn his versus and his purpose? They doubted implicitly and Foes that overpowered him physically Were Devoured linguistically while they cowered in disbelief He who flowered invisibly shrouded in mystery And wished to be an author of our written history Influence is felt Like the snake in the Garden of Eden things to tell Angelic kings rebel those with wings that fell Behold the prince of hell the puppet master got strings as well And small things the butler Rings the bell infants yell The politician drinks to health but only thinks of wealth The singer sings at twelve brings a girl Home at one never heard from again something begins to smell The mother sins herself, convinced to sell Her body so the pimps are well Shrinks help but the shrink needs a shrink as well Don’t blame the writer for List written in Schindler's cell The book found on Himmler’s shelf
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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!
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GOD - Creation Project part 7 Note - of course years later I know that God rested on the seventh day not the eighth P.s this note will make sense once you hear verse 1 😉 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
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LONELY HEATHER JONES INTRO “It was like she fell through the cracks… She just seemed to…disappear” I haven’t seen her in years” VERSE 1 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!
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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 tricks 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!
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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 a 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?
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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 Dekay – no dancing and don't hug us. Sucker Mc they chancers no fucking touchin' us!
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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!
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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!
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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!
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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!
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“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//
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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
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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!!
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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

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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

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released January 7, 2011

TRACKS PRODUCED BY Pro P - propproducer.bandcamp.com
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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


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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

In every starving land there's a fat King

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