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 don't understand   But they can   They can can   If I don't say it   I'm a sucka parlayin it   Don't really matter   When the flow fatter      But I don't 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 it's 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 ain't givin up an ass kissin   No television or movie style   No buckwild thinkin   Cause I don't 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 it's 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 don't 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 it's 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