Dragon Fire - R.A. The Rugged Man

You’re not dead!

I’m a killer, that’s why, killers don’t die so easy!

Even though your so-called loyal clans all got together

And tried to kill me!

Hahahaha!

Ah!

Ghost Face Killer!

Yo, we got killer Glocks, loaded up with killer shots

To killer cops, playin' the block with killer rocks

High-voltage guns that let off kilowatts

Big Cee-Lo games that only got killer knots

Nothin' but killers in here that’ll straight kill your career

The bullshit is killin' my ears

Kill a red carpet, geared to kill a premiere

This is Ghostface Killah, no killer would dare

Killer fashion, watch how I kill 'em with rolls

With the classic Wallabees with the colorful soles

My killer actions leave fake killers exposed

There’s no relaxin' when you see my killers on patrol

We got killers on parole that’s real ill since Bill Bill

That’ll fuck around and kill Bill

Born in the killer Stapletown thriller

Ghostface Killah, yo, it only get realer

Wu-Tang!

Wu-Tang!

Wu-Tang!

Wu-Tang!

Once upon a time, we was labeled the murder capital

Ear wide velour, FILA suit with the cable

Do or die, kill or be killed, streets are murder

Ninja mask, killers on bikes, get your man lift

Sock on the toe of the Bally for the gearshift

Adrenaline pump the pulse, killer instinct

Trigger finger start to itch, my bad eye twitch

Cut from the fabric of the raw lyric

These are the rules, got a fam of killers that don’t snitch

Quiet killers like carbon monoxide when doves cry

Masta Killa mic assassin, you all die

Slow, I move in silence, you won’t hear a peep

Killers that’ll kill you for real in one heartbeat

Slid to get y’all weak, we kill concrete

Spin it back and catch the beat, I squeeze mic heat

Hah, I squeeze my heat

Wu-Tang!

Wu-Tang!

Wu-Tang!

Wu-Tang!

R.A.

The-The-The Rugged Man!

Wu-Tang!

Wu-Tang!

Wu-Tang!

Wu-Tang!

Why me?

Wanna fight me?

Try me

Every record label sucks dick

Eyes Wide Shut masquerade, got wild dancin'

I’m in the moshpit at the Rothschild mansion

I’m Corman, Orson, Thorburn, John Boorman

The living baptism in the river of Jordan

Rock bells when I kick the gospel, gods fell

Abort rappers like Kermit Gosnell, I’m not well

Black gestapos, white broncos, drop those

When the Glock blows, turn your face into potholes

Always had the hot flows since a booger snotnose

Mama couldn’t afford us, she shoulda kept her twat closed

Fill a stadium, baby Damien

I’ll sell a weapon to an Iranian, then I’ll sell a Russian uranium

Beretta sever the head of the negative, never let 'em live

I’ll put you to bed like Mr. Huxtable with a sedative

I am the filthy dirty degenerate representative, a Juice Crew

Terror to the era terrorist

No they won’t protect ya, the throne of The Bone Collector

Bullet to the dome, welcome to the home of Phil Spector

I toss 'em and flip 'em, ragdoll status

The murder, the madness of Mad Dog Mattis

Sing

You are wit' R.A.

de Don Gorgon

'Longside Xx3eme de yardman

Rifle spit fire like dragon

Quickly send dem to de Lord and

Who dem ah dis?

Who dem ah dis?

(Yah!)

Who dem ah dis?

Who dem ah dis?

(Yah!)

Food haffi eat, dawgs never miss (Nah!)

We send dem a mile, they gon' reminisce

Wu-Tang!

Wu-Tang!

Wu-Tang!

Wu-Tang!

Juice Crew All-Stars, oh my goodness

Juice Crew All-Stars, oh my goodness

G Rap’s known 'cause I’m bad to the bone

I kill 'em executioner style!

I’m Kool G Rap

I’m Kool G Rap, poison

G ran with the thieves and the bandits

Toast click, don’t make me leave you in transit

Don’t even think about seizin' no chances

This shit make birds flee from they branches

If it ain’t cheese where your hands is

We gon' leave you like Christopher Reeves in some Pampers

Don’t sneeze, and you panic or breathe

When we stand at reach and you gon' bleed on your dandruff

Close steel, better hold still

They gon' find you with left with no grill like you’re roadkill

Flashin' lights in the night, not from camera shots

Those the type from the ice in the random shops

Where the mothers come and candle blocks

Bodies rot in abandoned lots

Helicopters and the vans is SWAT, cannibalism, scams and plots

Vandalism, grams and rocks

Stay in the kitchen, handle pots, handle riches, hammer’s cocked

Man in prison, man forgot

Tattoo teardrop and the can pop

Don’t stop, won’t stop, hip hop can’t stop

You are wit' R.A.

de Don Gorgon

'Longside Xx3eme de yardman

Rifle spit fire like dragon

Quickly send dem to de Lord and

Who dem ah dis?

Who dem ah dis?

(Yah!)

Who dem ah dis?

Who dem ah dis?

(Yah!)

Food haffi eat, dawgs never miss (Nah!)

We send dem a mile, they gon' reminisce

Wu-Tang!

Wu-Tang!

Wu-Tang!

Wu-Tang!

Juice Crew All-Stars, oh my goodness

Juice Crew All-Stars, oh my goodness