The rudeboy returns, the one they have burned
I came back, now wonder (why ?) will they ever learn
principles, the things I hold
facts I unfold while they blow hot and cold
about the rhyme, record, the method
executive producer, you're whack and I'm fed up
you dilly-dally with the time
to doublecross as a boss
beat around the bush, your answer because
get lost !
you can't see the odds on. you're a blind man
every jam on the radio overruns the land
bet your boots this music expands massive as one hand
but you can't understand

so be it

Mania, well, this is increasing
contradiction from the things that you are hearing
hey, I'm not fearing, I'm only leading
the blind to the right way, I won't stop feeding their minds
so they are never out of line
brothers in mind I won't leave behind
those hiphop records are selling like water
people spend their money the way it ought to be, forever
they call me extreme, they mean
to keep me quiet and stop my riot you need a swat team
I'm through the mill, can't kill what I lean 'n mean
when rhyme, rhyme is on the beam
we'll never pass the scene

so be it

Level, higher and higher it goes
rock rhymes, better than hardtriers
the crowd desires, I put the stage on fire
my dj mixes tracks and I keep the people wired
ninety days wonder
rudeboy rocks like thunder
I stopped to wonder why a lot went under
you wanna reason ? what reason ? I keep seizing
the strength of the rhyme and dance is not decreasing
I don't care what the people say about my music
some claim it's a rip-off bit by bit
theft from the original, a backnumbered hit
nitwit ! people like us just renew it
you chew it up, you never stop to blow the lid off
talk about rock 'n roll rip-off, a hell of a fluff
'cos history gave rock, soul, rhythm & blues
created by the blacks, so what's the news
you can't find the clues while you still refuse
you take imaginations, lies against the truth
about the music, how to use it, man you say some crapola
hiphop ? you don't know shit from shinola
wanna blame my dj of a theft ? epidemic ?
now, you're spastic
we do the things we're doing 'cos we're fanatic
I hear you slander, you're an earbender
rhyme ain't worth a dime but you can't handle this
like the offender of the rhyme, for eternal time
you can't psyche me, nor be like me
I'm mighty, inspiring mc's
rude, not only to authority
that collects that money with a dummy track
same time they shoot the opponent in the back
I won't do a rap bit nor some shit
to fill a drumtrack turns out to be a quick fix
others do the same old shit
I hit you like a ton of bricks
with rhyme schemes, yeah, useful to record them on an a side
mc's will use the flipside of my disc
to give it a shot, to rock as a lyricist

so be it