[Chorus: Ruck]
I’m not sure anymore more
Who is knocking at my door door
All the people that I knew
Acted funny when big Ruck got some loot
But they can’t see me, let my parabellum fly, fly
‘Cause I be god, cypher divine, 'vine
And a n***a can’t test me and mine, mine
If you wanna come feel it, n***a, come fa try
BLAH!

[Verse 1: Ruck]
Some say Sean Price is nicest on mic devices
Pack power which make me more mightier than Isis
Try this, that’s when the Ruck shakes the Richter
Inflictster of pain, my aim is to rip ya
Picture, you tryna break through my path
My eight blasts all you fuckin' snakes in the grass
Go to Hell with angel dust, plus I bust the Devil’s lungs
With lyrics that come from tip of the tongues, now you strung
Sean sparks like John Starks in the fourth quarter
Oughta meet my peeps, deep like the Torah
“Unforgettable” like Nat King, bat swings
Louieville chill because my motherfucking slap stings
This track brings, the average career to a halt
Is it my fault you fell victim to my verbal assault?
If I had dollars, for every n***a who dared
To battle me on microphones, I’d fuck around and be a millionaire
[Verse 2: Illa Noyz]
Chump starts it from the dark, re-submerge
I splurge on herbs with verbs and the usage of my words
Dome pieces swollen, off of trees and colon, then
Lyrical functions bend, I flow like trains through Broadway junctions
See, punks get bent, on constant, consistently
When the R-U-G blesses them, S-T-C
Large when black don’t slack, never cut slack
They bend back to the wack, snatch arms like Jax
Shit is, actual and factual
That my mental might blast fools, it reacts like a gun tool
Mental releases pieces of know, makin' your brains blow
Got pros that froze like Sub-Zero with flow
I Jams like the Master, shoot my lyrics like J
D.M.C.’s/Thee emcees run from my house, I don’t play
On bad days, to display, dismay, blow away
Play movie celebrity, you Dunaway like Faye

[Chorus: Ruck]
I’m not sure anymore, more
Who is knocking at my door, door
All the people that I knew
Acted funny when big Ruck got some loot
But I don’t care, let my parabellum fly, fly
‘Cause them can’t see god, cypher divine, 'vine
Never fuck with me or mine, mine
If a mon mon fi feel it, a mon fi come fa try
BLAH!
[Verse 3: Ruck]
Word is Bon Jovi, n***as don’t know me
Hoes blow me, show me affection for constant erection
My direction of pistols pointed at n***as on Bristol
Who thought it was fun to pull guns and issue my dismissal
But you can’t handle this, I get scandalous when cannabis
Enters my system, which make me more Odd than Tony Randall, bitch
Due to circumstances and lyrical advances
‘Nother man die—why?—‘cause of my verbal enhancement
Transmit, lyrics over my, mental highway
I say, what I wanna, smoke marijuana
Gonna hit you with a verse, so n***a, nurse your fucking wounds
Boom in my system keep me in time with tune

[Chorus: Ruck]
I’m not sure anymore, more
Who is knocking at my door, door
All the people that I knew
Acted funny when big Ruck got some loot
I don’t care, I let my parabellum fly, fly
‘Cause them can’t see god, cypher divine, 'vine
Never fuck with me or mine, mine
You can feel it if you wanna try, I...