All My Heroes Are Dead (The Introduction) - R.A. The Rugged Man

And he’s one of the greatest

His knowledge of a lot of shit is crazy

This is legendary (well, you know, I—)

Without further ado I’d like to introduce to the Combat Jack Show: R.A.

The Rugged Man!

Yeah!

I’m back, 500 shows and two babies later

Another classic album, the game-changer savior

For every fan who said my music saved their life, this is for you

Without the love from fans, I’d be dead, you saved my life, too

'Cause I didn’t release an album, some thought that I maybe quit

But I was tourin' cities, payin' bills and wipin' baby shit

From the rotten core, pop imposters lock your door

Knock-knock, it’s hip-hop's most shockin' provocateur

Society despiser, grind of a violent viking fighter

Vibin' to the violence inside ya, the suicide survivor

Civilize a 85'er, mind of Malcolm and Elijah

Tiger-manimal hybrid, island of Dr. Frankenheimer

My umbilical cord was a bullet belt of ammunition

Rap master mission, battle system, savage tactician

But I been ban-barred, been scarred, lived hard

Why try?

Die hard, but I fight on and my pipe bomb

Was a icon in your iPod and your tape decks

Rape trainwrecks, and I break necks, I’m a rhyme god

Whether rappin' slow or rappin' fast

I’m back at last with a masterclass

From double time to boom-bap, I gotta switch the form

Go from battle raps to club records, to politics, to porn

Not the snitchin' gossipin' blog era of TMZ

I’m from the olden golden era, home of EPMD

We run planets, you cunt maggots smoke dust and puff xanax

Pussy pink hair snitchin' mumble-mouth drug addicts

You fiddlesticks checker-playin, amateur spectator

I’m a Garry Kasparov grandmaster chess player (go go go go go)

Need to get ahead, get a record in demand

Rugged never ran, get a better plan, better dead a man

Schizophrenia, mind in prison, the existentialist nihilism

When I flow and go in and I’m rope on the men

You see Mussolini body blow in the wind

With the Damien devil, the omen of sin

Is Mao Tse Tung, Ho Chi Minh, murdering holy men

Rippin' the mic 'til I’m dead in the grave

I’m the best in the world, I get better with age

And I dedicate it to my son and my daughter

Recorded this album for every supporter

This for those that admire fire flows and bars

This not a fashion show, clothes, money, hoes and cars

When my pen touch paper, pages feel violated, shook

I #metoo'd my notebook, the speech creep, the known crook

I’m from the murder era when O.J.

was acquitted

Before oversensitive triggered little bitches existed

The bloody ape, lowlife, die-rugged legend never died

Welcome back to R.A.

The Rugged Man, Part Five

…but here you are, you’re this golden child, dude

You got this crazy deal, y-you're crazy talented

I have mental problems, man.

I was mentally ill in the 90s, man

It was true, you know?

And I cleaned up my act