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Simply Put

by RUIN

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R U IN? 02:59
(Intro ad lib) Simply Put- the who, what, when, where, and why (Verse 1) Most tell me, that I think too much/ I just tell them, ‘you’re not even close to thinking enough’/ Picture goes up/ of two men in cuffs/ They both board the train, both been served with suits/ ‘cept one of the two, had his hands behind his back/ Cause he raised them both up/ amazed he still intact/ The other had his hands pact/ in executive palms/ So he could impress his mistress and mother-in-law/ Suit of the first was/ for property damage/ Suit of the second was to make sure he was properly fashioned/ Both had the cops in their pockets/ Just the first one had them taking his deposit/ And the second one in congress/ had them in his inner-coat pouch/ To avoid litigation, then swim and go south/ two different names/ Both board the same train/ Two different beginnings/ But one and the same ending/ (train screech) as sinners go out/ (Train crash) (Hook) (X2) Are you in? No more arguing/ Cause ruin is where we started in/ And it’s where we’ll departed in sin/ If God don’t decide to pardon them/ (Verse 2) Kingdom of God, lemme be a prince, Jesus/ You converted Ye, time to go for Kim, Jesus/ I love Shady but please forgive Slim, Jesus/ Praying you'll set right that kid Slim Jesus/ Tho I'm trying to get as Slim and trim as him Jesus/ Shame on my face/ odds of escape/ so slim, Jesus/ An incel/ in hell/ bout to trip Jesus Just some Fat/ white trash/ in a pit Jesus/ Masturbating/ women hating/ hypocrite Jesus/ Abused by Cougars/ I’m a loser/ I’ll admit Jesus/ Got No Courage/ I’m so nervous/ I’m a wimp Jesus/ Confessing sin/ just as it is/ please forgive Jesus Eucharist, one sip from the brim, Jesus/ won’t dip Like Judas with the money clip for bloody chips, Jesus/ Sometimes I’m still like what ‘Gives Jesus?’/ But in RUIN/ I’m pursuing/ you, don’t let me slip Jesus/ (Hook) (X2) (Abide with Me by Henry F. Lyte) I fear no one, with God here to bless: Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness: Where is death’s sting? where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if Thou O God abide with me.
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(Verse 1) Won’t fizzle out or pop off/ Till I put my all in/ Financially solvent/ only Lawless/ with my Lucy Got that good ole’ virtue if you knew me/ Hardest thing you took, a Flintstones chewy/ Speaking of Chewie/ props to him, I’d get the dough to, If I knew Disney couldn’t do nothing to me/ How do you mess with a beast/ who only speaks/ To the bosses, the only ones who get’em, and know what he means/ Don’t to care about grooming/ Twice left the nest but boomerang’s the movement / So Ruin’s/ Killing rappers, and I ain’t finish my quota/ Eat your heart out like microbiota/ Coming out swinging/ Like Michael Jordan/ N’ remind you who I be/ You Michael B./ Jordan, gotta say who you ain’t/Cause Pass that Hookah stank/ Who you thank/ you is? you ain’t Hip-Hop/ go join Hoobastank/ or slipknot/ (Scratches) (Verse 2) Y’all got shout outs and interludes all over your album/ I got sermons to show you what I’m about son/ Cause it ain’t whose name you call, or what you say in between/ But what your preach by your words and your deeds/ So if the gangs can’t solve it/ I’ll bang on the pulpit/ Well/ isn’t teaching the same? Word to ReL / If I can’t bring preach you through Heaven’s gate/ Ain’t no way I can breech and furnish Hell/ Cause their ain’t no ticket that Mirvish sells/ That can get you out to desert your cell/ Listen, I ain’t saying pull your pants up/ Like Cosby talking to a rape victim in the stands cause/ I ain’t worried ‘bout your appearance or who is you/ Want you to be healed, repent of what you really did do/ If I got you pissing in the pew/ Just call me Jon Edwards, n’ don’t be mad if don’t sit in it too/ so why should I… (Scratches)
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(Verse 1) Priestly Emcee, I started as a Saint/ Then became a pouty boy cause I didn’t get my way/ Then I was looking for freedom from my constraints/ So I gave myself to God and he gave me back to Me/ But with a little touch of him, consecrated/ Tell my inner demons, to Heaven I made it/ But they like, “You ain’t dead!/ You ain’t made amends!/ You still afraid of sin/ you still crave the bread/ You still put stumbling blocks in the way of men!/ You still cuss, say some fibs/ You can’t be a priest till there’s no trace of them!”/ Well They got a point/ but You can’t put down what God anoints/ May the Devil be the only one I disappoint/ I don’t serve the poor, cause I see myself as one them/ By giving bread, I’m just serving God’s Son again/ After three degrees, I give a lot of counsel/ But if it ain’t God in me, then a load of shit it amounts to/ (Hook) Priestly emcee, and I’m popping my collar/ What’cha going to do when I’m dropping that knowledge/ Sacrifice the beat, when its looking so polished/ God’s coming down, so stop with that non-sense/ Priestly emcee, chest of jewels for the convicts/ Best believe He came to conqueror your coffin/ Praise the God of my joy and my solace/ God’s came down, so bless all the prophets/ (Verse 2) I’m the syrophoenician woman, you can call me a bitch But I’m still getting my dough/ I know/ that went over your heads/ I’m show you the Gospel, Mark chapter 7/ It’s the language of Jesus, but may be not of a reverend/ May be its irreverent/ my brethren/ I get it/ Only White boy on his RNS/ all I’m saying is ‘We Are Blessed’/ I’m gon’ put my fingers in your ears and spit at you/ Ephphatha, Ephphatha, in this ritual/ Cause even the deaf and stuttering/ without breath, they mumbling/ The Kingdom of God accepts the suffering/ The Kingdom of God its breadth is coming in/ To those that are with it/ but those who left and stumbling/ Can get the dust/and you know what/ So I’ma raise the roof like the paralytic’s friends/ Say your sins are forgiven, for wearing my patience thin/ Wait! Its Eucharist/ tell me where all the incense is again/ (Hook) (Verse 3) Tired of politicians with working class taste/ But no working class heart/ cause they/ don’t suffer the way/ The working class are/ and a church that forgot to pray/ Should bathe in a river of tears for its shame/ What you offering, God go rub in your face/ You offer him shit, be prepared to take a taste/ Give him, thanksgiving and Praise/ You’ll be so Fresh and so Clean Clean like Outkast in the Day/ Blessed, so soaring like Seraphims in the highest/ Youthful cherubims, full of love showing kindness/ Christ said you are gods, so shall we be in his likeness/ To be whole, with God’s glory gleaming in brightness/ Ethiopians raising hands/ with Anglo-Saxons doing chant/ Singing Syriac hymns with Mexican sermons/ With Japanese priests giving offerings/ Invitation to all this, God is calling thee/ (Hook)
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(Verse 1) A 3-year old with a cap-gun in a Starbucks/ Cause more trouble than your raps son, bar none/ Stardom Is as far gone as actual stars chum/ So go’ head reach your arms up/ But where you are is where you’ll Start from/ And end cuz this art is as rare a mon- -ster/ As a hollow Charizard card in a starter/ I’d like to be immortal/ but not a porta- -ble oracle/ On your ipod coaster holder, with a Florida flow I’m/ more like fluoride in your water/ You’ll hear me even when I’m not au- dible, like the voice of God in my Bible yo/ Show some courtesy/ before I blow this spot like A fill-in-the-blank for Curtis B. / I murder every track, you got no kills/ You even gotta bag each body yourself, no frills/ My mind still pregnant, even tho it on mo pills/ Than Octomom on birth control, cause her canal’s so shrill/ Since I’ve been born/ had Superman syndrome/ Though these rhymes been honed/ unknown like Bobby Jindal/ Surrounded by all these prigs, gotta wear a thimble/ N’ to read my lips, you don’t even need a Kindle/ (Hook) (X2) Say he got bars, like that ain’t enough/ Name every emcee, I don’t give any their due/ Spitting for fun, watch how the merry ensue/ Cause I’m the illest, the illest in my bathroom/ (Verse 2) I ain’t Big poppa or Diddy/ Was told these streets eat me alive, like tribes in Papua New Guinea/ But I don’t mind/ if you got that new fitty/ Cause I’m a YouTube channel the way, I get Ad em (at’em) with lots of views really/ I’m wishing God would get into it/ like a fishing rod of the Inuit/ Its arbitrary with the bars I carry/ my heart is very/ Calm but always ready like when Hulk starts to wary/ Of holding it all in, its like ah shit! He goes ARGH, its scary! / Back to square one, nah, I’ll square off, I’m a fighter/ back to The drawing board, nah, I’m tossing your brush, I’m a writer/ The Secret, I don’t believe in the laws of attraction/ But lines keep coming like my pen was moaning and laughing/ Cause I’m making up my words like it was my cosmetic/ Knock words/ into Oxford’s/ dictionary, cause I meant it! / Once there was a guy who thought I was too intelligent/ I used the word ‘contrast’ he wondered what the hell that meant/ I’ll show them all the meaning and definition right now/ The difference between me and him, he was (fart noise) and I’m Blaow! / Hip-hop’s competitive/ you just wanna come pet a tit/ Well lot of man boobs? but nah done with this ish/ The way my bars miss vo-wels (bar mitzvah), they call me the Jew/ We can play any game, but I won’t call it a truce/ When I play tic-tac-toe/ I don’t/ use Xs and Os/ Oh no!/ I won’t/ Scratch out or run in your circles/ When I play I use dots, cause I get to the point/ When I slaughter these disappointing rap pigs, oink! / When they call this classic, they ain’t talking about that disk/ But my actual class kid, take it, look like you need some practice/ I would rhyme it with Uranus, but let’s be honest/ Your ass can’t rhyme less it was left in the cold to rime/ But Y’all stare not getting my references so that’s it! / Break the mirror, challenged myself to this rap ish/ (Hook) (X2)
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(Hook) (X2) Like this n’ like that, like a Facebook feed/ Flow like a stream on your YouTube screen/ Like this n’ like that, like a Facebook feed/ For the realest news, gather round me/ (Verse 1) Mr.Brightside, but never got the kiss/ Look at e’ery girl, all is amiss/ Working on this/ side of life As a barista/ So/ with everyone, it’s ‘hey nice to meet ya!’ / But I know/ they’d never throw/ This song on a loop/ God, I’m looking all day how to honor you/ But the fact is/ I don’t need practice/ We only die once, so please don’t/ put me through all these back-flips/ Can’t afford to shop the store I work at/ But even if I could, I should pay off the debt from my first class/ Hmmmm, I hate being responsible/ I just wanna have fun, life feels like an obstacle/ so what I gotta do/ Is feel like a global citizen/ knowing all the realest ish/ Straight from my phone, brought to you by Corporate sponsorship/ not believing anything’s true like “I checked it out on Snopes, they said it wasn’t legit” / But now its like the only thing that ain’t is the life I live/ (Hook) (X2) (Verse 2) Gossip at the locker Turn Gawker as your sponsor/ Turn doctors into monsters/ Turn pop stars into Chaucer/ Turn propers into lost girls/ Turn ya words into shoppers/ Who bought the futures of young, While their concerts keep them comfort/ See, whispers kept by covenant/ Were suppose to keep you from the heat like an oven mitt/ But now you’re in love with it/ Being an informant/ Being in the know/ Cause being you is boring/ being you is a show/ Sharing words like torrents/ keeping you on the go/ You in deep sea weed see/ Swimming not even close/ Where the shore is/ you losing the trust of a rope/ You human thesaurus/ using your words as quotes/ You can’t ignore it/ gossip is dangerous, Cause there ain’t no refutation/ for a lost reputation/ Think of your whispers, like feathers in a pillow/ Someone takes it outside, cuts it open outside of the window/ Feather descending on clotheslines and the streets/ And you try to get ‘em back, try so hard to retrieve/ But the fact is, you know you never go catch’em all/ This ain’t Pokemon, cause how they dispatched in the fall/ And some of these feathers, others have collected/ And they using them as pens for their recollections/ So your stories, become their stories/ And you know your boy go meet a world of pain, Cory/ Cause you were trusted, priest side confession booth/ Now the truth wanders lost, its destitute/ You became the columnist as the expense of the confidant/ Please be cautious with your lips like when the coffee hot/ Please be cautious with your lips like when the coffee hot/
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Discernment 03:02
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(Verse 1) Only place, where full burqa n’ converse match/ You can’t appease’em with a visa, cause your mom’s purse snatched/ They make sure, your hearse can swerve like that/ From jail with your partner, to the funeral parlor like Stat! / Brap! Brap! We get out guns cross the bridge from the D/ Immigrants black and yellow like a bumble bee/ Black and Yellow, black and yellow, black and yellow/ Wiz Khalifa ain’t got nothing G/ Straight up Ghost town with the way we tumble weed/ The grumbles in our bellies be/ bundled under our double tees/ N’ Canadian goose snuggies cuddled with our McMuffin beef/ Drugs funneled every couple weeks/ in the suspicious Shipments of the Dougie Ford meat industry/ like wow! Don’t say my ears ain’t pulsing with the streets/ I just don’t have’em on the block pummeled by police/ Cause I’m too humble with the speech/ But there is a time and place to be subtle with the beat/ it just ain’t now! (Hook) Ain’t got the hot hand, better play with a cool head/ You got cold feet better make a cool bed/ Flip over the pillow, wake up with a cool sweat/ I ain’t even in the market, I ain’t even cool yet/ I’m still in the hood, I ain’t even move yet/ (Verse 2) Beat the beat up/ every war is dirty ask Argentina/ Soon we’ll be fighting for our water to be cleaner/ Meager/ is the standing of our Yugoslavians/ But don’t debate Kosovo, cause you don’t want problems man/ Murals up n’ down the streets of wars we were never in/ But scarred by the ghosts of memories like veterans/ Intelligent/ With a PhD back in their homeland/ But when they come here, its don’t count, like nope man! / Drive our taxies/ work in the restaurant of another nationality/ Put your butler vest on, if you ever want a salary/ It’s never been your reality/ our textbooks say We the shit! N’ your ancestors were just another causality/ The Muslims ain’t buying Trudeau’s brother flattery/ Cause they still love a baby and mother’s anatomy/ So enough of all your chattery/ Cause what really matters see/ Is not where the next riot or rally be/ Or how they dazzle me/ with beach summer fireworks/ Cause the colors of the empire’s attire don’t matter G/ When the Rwandese and Aborignese both been robbed, Of having any dreams/ their dream catchers will choke your imaginings/ Cause you know it’s a joke that we ever had humanity’s/ Highest hopes when pursuing our Glorious vanity/ Up on the pedestal, no matter how tippy Our toeies be/ the next foot in our mouth won’t be our own you see? / (Hook) (Verse 3) I’m from the fraternity of fe-fi-broke/ Since I was knee high bro/ I’ve seen more/ than these eyes show/ They need hydro/ but you give’em a hydra/ Bunch of snakes, who deceive peeps with weed high hopes/ I’m concerned with those who drove in drugs in drives/ To sell to the homies who drive in for drugs in droves/ Don’t play dumb, Anna Faris, or dumber Jeff Daniels/ We caught ya slipping like wet sandals/ We couldn’t give a shit, but we get handfuls/ Lady Liberty is a distressed damsel/ Hansel And Grendal/ left breadcrumbs, follow that trail/ Mother earth is Islamic, I got her black veil/ They’ll sterilize your daughters/ while they privatize the water/ Shock Doctrine, cause they’ll capitalized on slaughter/ They all Pelicans in Nemo/ screaming ‘Mine, Mine, Mine/ N’ the only ‘mines’ we’ll get are the ones below/ our Feet, so/ for Fundamentalists and Marxists/ They got all the Iron man, more than Tony Stark Is/ They got the courage of the knife but not of the blood/ They can face the scourge of the night but not of the sun/
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(Verse 1) Guitars, bongo drums, yo-yos & Hackey-sacks/ Dreadlocks on white kids with ratty-tats/ Such a beautiful day, let’s take advantage of it/ At hippy park with bandadas in abundance/ Pita and Humus/ deep fry the onions/ Not sure what the phrase means but we keeping it a hundred/ Strollers, cyclists, tight-rope walkers/ Lazing out in the sun or hustling with the joggers/ Wonderful soccer balls in/ another summer before the autumn fall in/ Protest buttons on a knapsack/ another poet okay with the fact That he can’t rap/ Cooking s’mores in the afternoon cause we can/ and find a bush If we can’t pee in a near beer can/ Picnic blankets/ hip wrist bracelets/ sip with strangers/ Chip in payments/ for a pizza to split with the kids and the parents/ Hippy Park (Hook) (Verse 2) Gimp weaving/ with the kids keeping/ high energy with all their Friends’ll be swift breathing/ Nothing stupid or bitter/ no one go ruin with litter/ Plastic knifes, forks or spoons for dinner/ It’s a banquet, a festival, where the party really starts/ From Edinburgh to Toronto its known as hippy park/ And yes you can smell the herb, but you don’t know who has it/ Puff on the purple dragon, who do you know who hasn’t ? / And sure there ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone/ But the grass is greener in hippy park, than any lawn/ And they all ready on/ the sidewalk/ with their chalk/ Real talk/ when we write, “Love all, hate not one” / With keep sakes bought from/ the locals, and we keep safe God’s plot/ Cause we love the earth where we’ll stay till dark/ No race wars or conflicts/ just skateboards n’ non-sense/ Play on till the sunsets/ straight up from Hippy Park/ (Hook)
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My Love 02:56
(Verse 1) I carried you like Offset’s kids on his knees/ Provided for you like Jay-Z’s cheque did Memphis bleak/ Riding my co- tails, welfare receiptant/ Pay no rent on my estate, you still grieving all the miscreants/ I throw parties for, it’s my house/ I paid for their blessings on my account/ Same I did you, don’t you feign it ain’t true/ Like when you give me your two/ I give ten times as much/ heaven’s interest added on your weak ass sum/ You wanna MVP ring? You want holy hands? You want that MP3 thing? You want only grants? You want a wife you love and who makes no demands? You want joy and peace from above, that prays you understand That my love don’t quit/ and If it seems like it did/ just a fake retirement/ So you can build some love for me, after all I did, I don’t require a liar’s lips/ I only desire, for you to spew that heavenly fire with yourself, my entire gift/ (Verse 2) It may seem like I love myself more than you/ West Kardashian marriage, this is turning out too/ I like my sex, my sleep, my food, and all the books I can accrue/ Spongebob rips off the walls exposing all the poop/ Hmmmm, damn, that square got fair argument/ But I wanna change the world, stare at Tony Blair’s audience/ Save Iraqis, from becoming War tank track meat/ Be called God’s man, like Abraham, not the church’s lackey/ But may be I don’t love God enough, hard to say/ Not like I’m not sure, but hard to say cause i know it’s true to the core/ I always planned to be pure/ but goddamn mi amour/ I couldn’t stand the allure/ what good are clean eyes when the covenant is a blur/ Didn’t know why I was suppose to love you/ in despair I choose to grudge you/ ya I prayed for help/ but it’s like you asked me to hate myself/ I was faithful to the end, forget what they witness/ You know I love you, who cares about their suspicions/
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(Intro) Thank you for listening to Simply Put, if there can be only one, lemme be the one, but I hope there can be more than one, cause while I’m the one and only, I’m not the only one (Verse 1) In Hip-Hop, if I don’t scratch your back, you don’t scratch mine/ Guess we just lottery tickets, that wasn’t snatch right?/ Looking for that rap prize/ but couldn’t spend a coin/ For the Game we enjoy/ to make sure we damn buy/ (yup!) Rather than take a chance, and end up like that trap guy/ We’ll watch, like Eminem and wave Stan(d) by(e)/ May be Nas call it like a land line/ when the rap game/ remind you Of the Crack game/ pushing keys in between them damn lines/ Right into that paper, to see if you got the six numbers/ To make enough like Jay, to hold you down for six summers/ Then you quick wonder/ where’s the love? Cause even dot.gov wanna piece, you gotta tax the thugs/ You may even need a crew to pitch in to a common pot/ And have to use all your senses, like Common got/ Cause whether lottery or Hip-Hop, they both mean nothing/ If you’re content with your god-given something/ but… (Hook) (X2) Lemme be the one you run to/ Lemme be the one who loves you/ (Verse 2) If you got the wrong ears, hope the message don’t reach you/ Like a drone strike in Mogadishu/ the Pope now seeks you/ To wrap the Messiah in Keffiyeh, laid in the manager/ As a Jewish king, God may always be a stranger/ Perhaps the Holy Spirit is a polyglot/ something that we hardly thought/ Let that swirl in your mind like a lollipop/ We on the set of a Bolly plot/ Colorful, seeing all the ways Our creator was oddly sought/ like the lime In a body shot/ it ain’t about what we get/ Its about who we met/ when we were just a shoddy slob/ oh golly gosh!/ Did I do that? Did it end up on Instagram? / It made me who I am, could I even take it back? / Don’t believe those who defend the NSA/ when they say/ Don’t do nothing wrong, then you got nothing to hide away/ Cause the truth is, we all have stuff we wish others didn’t know/ But God’s love, sisters and brothers, is like a mother who phones… (Hook) (X4)

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