Give It Up lyrics

Artist  : R.a. The Rugged Man 
Song : Give It Up
 
(featuring J-Live) 



"Give it up! But - it's - just - no -
use!"



[Chorus: sample]

"Give it up! Oh Lord.... give it all to
you

I try, but - it's - just - no - use!"



[R.A. the Rugged Man]

Aiyo, give it up, rush you up, no fuss, blood
rush

Cuss much, what's mine? You bust nuts, crunch
crunch

Spark the bud, what's what, the white King
Tut

Out in so-fuck, look who they dug up, yup, it's
the Rugged

On the record with J-Live, I could hardly believe
this

I never thought I'd be rapping on no record with
school teachers

Hair flinch from the eighties, library, lies
bury

TV, tell lies visually, kid you wit me,
hostility

Humility, hillbilly, gorilla, he mentally
illy

Still is he, actually, really killed me,
billy

All that stuff you heard about me, is probably
true

Heard I got the AIDS virus, I probably do

Ammunition spitting is him, is it, you
listening

Littering written, it's in slippers, get the
rebel in him

Sticking it with sinners, sizzlin' rhythm,
verbally hit him

Did he did it, or did he didn't, admit it

Pretend he ain't offended, the men and women

Every minute they in it, don't be

Every illiterate ignorant critical dissed it

Every idiot that ain't live it, they talking
shit

I'm R.A. the Rugged Man, get off, my dick



[Chorus]



[J-Live]

Give it up, for the Gods & the Earths, ladies
and gentleman

All the human families, the wicked can't stand
me

The righteous man hands me the mic, it's uncanny
how

One man's penalty's, is another man's
boo-whore

The label pun's ironic, courtesy of this
sport

Still can't stop a grown man, from pressing
report

A free man can either be freedom or free
label

When you spent, what you make, to keep making,
you can't save

A damn thing, no savings, that's how life'll
enslave ya

That's why I strive daily; to be my own
savior

I know when shine glows and reflects in my
behavior

So caught in between checks, I spilled it in
respect

So give it up, if your mission's belittling my
position

As a microphone physician, making you listen

Me and Rugged Man relate, through a previous
poem

Like he said, I'm mad famous, for being
unknown

On records for ten years, I can hardly believe
it

Never thought I'd be perceived, as just some
rapping school teacher

Just some dude, that can cut and rhyme, same
time

Just some conscious kid, that's try'nna save the
world through rhyme

Just another underground, hand-to-mouth
microphonist

Stop your mirror rap, just to stop you in your
tracks

This will stomp you on your track, justice is not
just

Another ordinary rapper, I'm the crown royal
block

With a velvet bag, matter of fact, and since the
swagger is back

And backed by, a whole nation of millions

You can't hold me, my new floor is my old
ceiling

That's why I'm guaranteed, to leave you with
something you lack, so just



[Chorus]