The Walking Dead - Ruste Juxx, The Arcitype

It’s alive

The ill diabolical fiend this mad scientist

Killer cartel rule the land with an iron fist

Ruste Juxx I be spitting that

Body ill rapper, hommie watch who you gettin' at

Rap, the bold cat snap back

I hit you with a bat 'til you cap snap back

Fusion, knocking on them pearl gates

I’m organizing late, tune moves and early waits

For any high stepper tryin' to dance with the devil

Grave digger, stand over your corpse with a shovel

Dropping dirt on it, filling up and then unmount it

Building something on the lance, and now I gotta dig a mountain

Hood fella', I run for dinero

Too many lives lost for tryin' to be a hero

My patience is 0, I’m keepin' it a hundred

Everytime I have a fight in my life I never fronted

(Hook x2)

I’m the illest man walking

Night of the living dead, tomb stone pop pop

Got a price on my head, grave yard shipping

Gotta keep the monsters fed

Things that go bump in the night fool you scared

(Verse)

I spit a murder verse scary as I

The 31st house keepers street

We been enduring my dirty work

Marijuana spark up, playing that drum like Travis Barker

Fam' I will valet park ya

Take your keys and get that cake before you leave

Gun talk shooting the breeze,

I put a popper to your chopper drop a hundred MC’s

Heart in below, wanna spit the summer decrease

That mac wind made his hat spin

This is there’s a million mad men in my trash bin

So when I bucket you fast I say calm your friend lying

I call it muscle relaxer

There’s also violence in silence

We all get sleep, me home, you six feet deep

We all know a heavy hitter, who ever want it

Everytime I step to the plate, I never bun it

(Hook x2)

I’m the illest man walking

Night of the living dead, tomb stone pop pop

Got a price on my head, grave yard shipping

Gotta keep the monsters fed

Things that go bump in the night fool you scared

(Verse)

I’m a product of the projects, a menace to society

My conscience states pride, always put my greed pitch violently

Give me that, run that, kill me or I come back

Take em where I wanna take homie, I’m a scumbag

So disrespect, I know my parents taught me better than that

Buck up and keep me from my felony rap

Not talk about music that’s just felony rhyme

We stroll hard with the uzzi intercept the economy

Touch down, get down clown catch the ground

And I’m too broke to own a silencer homie this is loud

Matter of fact, definitly, make your ears ring

Crazy you can get shot and not feeling at first

It’s a weird thing pass out, wake up in the emergency room

With people you never met before nursing your wounds

Your little sister crying, doctors up and inserting the tube in your throat

Oh well nothing personal dude, illest to realest

(Hook x2)

I’m the illest man walking

Night of the living dead, tomb stone pop pop

Got a price on my head, grave yard shipping

Gotta keep the monsters fed

Things that go bump in the night fool you scared