Ruse Kool-Aid

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Not trill but I’m top-bill. I got skill and
Cop will, you’re not ill with your drop tops and popped pills
Stop and watch as my pad fills, mad ill, Pop Rocks
Track drops and I’m still crackin. Freebase that like crack rocks
Let it burn. Breathe it in. Heed the words that leave the pen
Infernal sermons. You’ll need an urn when each verse can keep it burnin
Beseechin vermin, keepin em workin, usherin in their recedin curtains
Searchin, seekin purpose. I’ll find a beat, it’ll find me. I’m certain
Don’t mind me, I’m high…
Off the fruits of my labor and the paper is life
If there’s a God, Christ, you packed this tight
I’m packin my bags tonight with Kool-Aid packets to pass me by
I’m actually laughin like, dude, you know how fast I’d die?
I’ll pass on demise and practice my passion. It’s asinine
To pass up on passin the average. Past the sky, my rap’ll fly
I’m out of this world. I maximize skill
Everytime I practice lines. Yeah, Imma master my craft with time
Tell the masses what my rhymes are amassin
Amazin. Pass me the mic or Imma take it. Okay
Rappin in my basement, makin massive statements
The aim is that, maybe, they’ll place me in a playlist
Play this, nod your head, forget your placement
Get lost in the music, okay? Taken away with
Askin who’s in action and rappin? The name is Ruse
The conclusion of my Kool-Aid song so say (Woo!)