[Intro: R.A. the Rugged Man]
There's only fifty thousand heads that are true to this
The rest are clueless to what real hip-hop music is

[Verse 1: Sadat X & R.A. the Rugged Man]
Now what I expect's been lost on some bias shit
Them same rap jams is what slams on the radio
Do I have to pay my way to be played on 97
When I've been doing this shit on stage since I was eleven?
I be the underground king, the fighter of low rates
And the promo dates is what the Black man hates
Now to me, I should be Platinum or at least pushin' Gold
But I ain't, so I got to keep my soldiers in the street so we can eat
Hey, this program director at the radio can't feel me
They ain't trying to jam my shit when I'm trying to be legit
I am the legendary and I vary
Like the flavors from Ben & Jerry
One foot is in the street, the other in the studio
Sometimes I wake up late at night and don't know which way to go
Should I settle for a hundred thousand or keep fighting the public housing
Or get my young boys out of jail for trying to set the scale
Or prevail on some ol' real rap shit
I kick for n***as on stage that don't have shit?
R.A., what's the lesson for the day, Rugged Man?
Should we ignore the scan that computes the record sales?
Hey, we need money right here, motherfuck Save the Whales (Hahaha)
No doubt, check it out, yo, yo
[Chorus: R.A. the Rugged Man & Sadat X]
There's only fifty thousand heads that are true to this
One foot is in the street, the other in the studio
There's only fifty thousand heads that are true to this
The rest are clueless to what real hip-hop music is (Hey now)

[Verse 2: R.A. the Rugged Man]
Now who these kids think they are? (Don't sweat those kids)
They tried to ruin our careers when I've been doing this rap stuff for ten years (Ten years)
I can't remember any time that was worse
They tried to treat me like Heavy D and said I couldn't curse
Get hit up, get your wig split up
Don't matter Foxy Brown or Little Kim, in bed I can tear any freaky bitch up
Leave the spot lit-up, the opposite of Heaven is what we living
Now how come these envious cats always be sweating my position?
I'm gon' live life to the fullest 'til I die, that's my religion
We gon' beat down your whole cypher if your freestyle ain't hitting
How could this duo not work? R.A. the Rugged, Sadat X
I'm top five lyrically, if you ain't listing me, you dissing me
Forty-nine wins with no losses, heavyweights know who the boss is
Disrespect, don't want to find out what the 'cause is (Hey, hey now)
I make this comeback in '97
Y'all lyricists who hip-hop is your life get love back in '97
Don't play me, I react violently now in '97
Ignorant minds best to speak silently now in '97 ('97)
R.A. the Rugged Man, hated by everyone
Yo, yo, that's what I'm hearin', yo (That's what I hear)
We in here, we in here
[Chorus: R.A. the Rugged Man & Sadat X]
There's only fifty thousand heads that are true to this
One foot is in the street, the other in the studio
There's only fifty thousand heads that are true to this
The rest are clueless to what real hip-hop music is