Rud3 - Mic Check

Avo , Dusse is a mood
I do what I do
They get offended Say its RUD3
Armani on the Lay Margiela on the shoes
Came through dripping like I'm fresh up out the pool
Learn em all a lesson without taking them to school
My tongue is weapon
But I bless em spitting jewels
Always been Finessing since I met Melvin
In school
Big up cuzzie to the top pon RUD3
RMG Rockboy
We can not loose
Finally got my spot boy
With nothing to prove
RudeMon
Hot mon
But I keep it cool
Dread lock rasta
Since a lickle yute
I knew I be massa
Proof pon chunes
We bout to flood em out
Monsoon
And that's even in a drought
Stay tuned
they see what I'm talking bout
Me Come soon

Mic Mic Mic Check 1, 2
Won't you get ready for RUD3

Let's get back to the basics
Red or blue pill
Caught in the matrix
Alkaline water
Goddamn it
I'm wasted
Time is now
and naw I won't waste it
Propria persona
Sovereignty be my honor
Pressures to know I'm next
My relief
Be the ganja
Essence to know me best
Only way you gon find em
Agents will show respect
Legal weapons and armor
Words are swords bol
Intellectually harm ya
I'm on a crash course
These lessons bomb
Just call me proper game RUD3
If they questioning
Ether got em confused
Feel like they let the devil in
Call me rockstar RUD3 I'm heavy metaling
I can name a couple few dudes
That I'm better then
But that wont be the move
Cus that type of shit irrelevant
Just heighten my intelligence
Enlighten from my rhetoric

Mic Mic Mic Check 1, 2
Won't you get ready for RUD3

Written by:
Ben Jones, Johrace Stacey, Oscar Smith

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