Ridenhour - Young



Live And Undrugged Part I

Its been a long time

Since the rhyme rode

A rough road

I'm riding rhymes & givin

A dose of brotherland

Never said I wasn't good at it

Cause I'm a static addict

No fear you gotta

Know I had it

If you know better

Spose to do better

So I know like Al Green

We gotta stay together

Knock, knock...who's there

Where? overhere

Da boom kids knockin

Bang and they outta here

The dopemans livin at home

Aloneman

They dont understand

But they can

They can can

If I dont say it

I'm a sucka parlayin it

Don't really matter

When the flow fatter



But I dont dont

Believe

& duck bob an weave

Will deceive a street corner

And the 40 thieves



They bring em in

You do em in

He bring em in

You do us in



Smell em knockin da/boom

Hear em hittin nat/boom



I'm comin atcha

Live and uncut

An undrugged

These days they be thinkin I'm bugged

Livin I be kicken it



Hard instead of lickin it

Down domination on the overground



Tell me what we be

Seekin is self preservation

A nation of millions

Gotta go wit a feelin

Uncle Sam be gatt Uncle Tom

And when it comes to drugs

Uncle Tom gotta bomb

Can I get a pop

Till the muthafukas stop

Sellin nat shit

That make the hoody drop

No more easy gettin over

For da cracka in the back



Yo its over

Number 1 wit a bullet

He pull it what I do now

Cant out run it or duck

Or get a new Chuck

Up against the wall

Wont confess yall

I mo move & I'm gone

An so I guess yall

Lemme tell you so lend me a listen

I'm missin a life

If I aint givin up an ass kissin

No television or movie style

No buckwild thinkin

Cause I dont know what he drinkin

But he better act quick

Cause I'm gettin quicker

3 mo seconds to go

I hope he hold da trigga

If he do dat

The gatt iz outta his hands



& then he gotta deal wit a man

Punks jump up to get beat

I'm on the funky beat

Beat beat yall

Until its 6 feet

Under dirt & the mud

Here we go again

Another enemy if you

Never was a friend

Never clever

As I was in this endeavor

Never again trust a smile or grin

From comin outta da womb

To endin up in a tomb

Another sport

Caught knockin nat boom



Here go the verse that hurts

Head brother in charge

So I better get bodyguard

What can I do

Break a leg on the avenue

Where the bootleggers

They be stackin the odds

Try to be hard but they playin my cards

Fuckin wit chicken

But I'm duckin in the lard

Been goin straight since 78

I wanna live I dont wanna be late

I head em comin at me

Runnin fast & ruff

Aint this a bitch & test for the tuff

Bang/doubt it

Without a life

I cant live without it

Bang





Live And Undrugged Part II

Rhymer in a zone

Say u wanna revolution

40 acres to 40 ounces

Plus they announcin

The mule is the one thats fooled

But I pass to be that jackass

Knockin that boom

To the tomb

Out the womb

I bet against the spread

I flipped death threats

And the 3 to the head

Never get enough

The raw, the rugged, the ruff

Oh my the jam the dunk the stuff

I got a mind thats maddes than Minolta

Hard in a rock place my corner

And the winner is

Whoop there it is

33 years without a beer or slow gin fizz

Rather get frunk off

Hearin rhymin wit biz

Rhymamatician, rumpshaker

Mindquaker

Not a cracker or a quacker

But a waker

Put my thing down

Step my shit up

Put up or shut up

Peace to the original what up

Back to the motherland

Where its warmer, transformer

Kill the informer

I hear em talkin creepin

But I'm not sleepin

My mellow I go back

Way back going, going

Before crack

And the 8 track

Still goin, gone, goodbye

To the lazy

I ain't pushing up or drivin

No daisies

I gotta remember Philly in September

Aint nuttin finer than peace

In Carolina & to the gods

Wanna be, gotta be

Starter of mo flow

Here we go the front row

As I cut the silly rhymin

Riddlin still the flow

Gettin ridda dem

Racist swazis

Cause I'm brinin kamikazes

They gotta give us where we live

We don't own

What you think is home

Its time to go up in smoke

911 is no joke

Once again friends

This enemy states fiddy states

Still say chill wait until

The right time baby

Damn the blood line

Gettin raid with AIDS

But somebodys gettin paid

Lets get it on and a on

But brothers gettin killed

Cause blunts & 40's is like

Cookies to da milk

I'm not crazy

I'm the revelation

Last days in time

The overtime rhymer

Rhymer in a zone

Right vs wrong

Good versus evil

God versus the devil

Public Enemy

Muse Sick In Hour Mess Age