Losin' Weight (freestyle) - soundCloud Cruisey

Mike Lowery

We Good We Gravy

Prod. by cmb 
Written by Cruise Tha Junebug
mixmastered by Cruise Tha Junebug

Shirt Off My Back

no copywrite intended- sample beat from Curtis Mayfield

Neva Eva

I could give you my heart, but it come with this pain!! Off my mixtape 'Twice Upon A Time'

Come With This Pain

Love Stains (feat. Los Baby and J St.)

Real 1

Cruise Tha Junebug and Dillygotitbumpin team up for this 3 song EP "Can You Feel This!?"

Can You Feel This!?

A Man Can Stand On His Own

Wrong Or Right

no copy write intended on this gucci beat.. enjoy though

Swag Deep

Tha Cruisin' Junebug

Quiet Storm (Freestyle)

Single off the tape. One of my faves let the goofiness and Nebraskan out in me haha

Sweatpants Timberlands & White Tees

Homeboys vs. Cowboys

Caught Up

lil remix to Future's shit I'm sure you know the song

Blast Off

A Bug'z Life

Coolie in tha Cut

(if you wanna follow along)LYRICS:

The things i been through make you drop to yo knees
Im rocking with ease
Thats got these ladies flocking with speed
Im copping the trees
But just for me, not for the peeps
Cuz i got caught up getting shot up with that job
Thats improper
Lil posers get a gun and straighten up their posture
Wanna be shottas
In the streets busting shots man thats nonsense to me
Lemons squeezed so pour me up that vodka and tonic water drink and so much weed i forgot how to breathe
But on the way I learned how to get checks,
Burning clouds and earning clout but Im out for respect.
Nowadays muffuckers run their mouths through a text 
But quiet is kept, Im way too proud to be vexed.
But right now Im pretty close to the ledge
Got demons leaving open my head
And I know that Im suppose to repent.
Jordan Sparks tell me how you suppose to breathe with no air when the devil keeps closing the vents?
But i just take a hit, relax and feel the vibe
Realized that when Im rapping is the only time i feel alive.
Otherwise Im just going through the motions
Feel like some roadkill might as well leave me for the vultures.
Cuz if I cannot make music then my life is over
Still screaming that even after I thought my life was over!
Bleeding out, 3 holes in my fucking torso
Looking to the sky, I just hope Im worthy of you Lord!
(talking)
But then I came back like its nothing 
Im through frontin'
Like I aint that 1 out of a thousand dozens
Used to keep pounds in abundance.
Motown sounds when Im counting my money
Thumbing through hundreds 
and only throwing out them ones to the public.
No fussin Im stuntin and bussin on stomachs of ladies thats lovely
Grubbin and munchin like its been a month since lunch,
I am one of deluxe
Blood like the Black Mamba 4th quarter you know Im coming in clutch!
Remember me for my statements
Im floating off of the grass like an aphid 
Coming from a little country town thats so basic
But nothing basic about the things i be contemplating 
With the heart of a lion and a brain to save a whole nation.
But I dont think they know about Cruise for shit..
Hulk smashing on the tracks like Im Lou Ferrig
Its so amazing
Young god need a standing ovation
Murder on the beat with no chance of parole or probation
and Im so cold heat seekers couldnt find my location
(pause)
Ive rolled alot of L's 
Plotting on a W
Bud listen up i dont think you really fuck with the strugg
But its all daps and hugs and shoulder shrugs 
Junebug I got nothing but love!

Tried By 40 cals

LYRICS:

When it boils to steam there aint no such thing as race,
Same DNA but no same face
We all paper chase 
but some harmony is what I made today.
Day to day i see blank stares from a blank face,
Deep down knowing that I aint safe
Been in too many situations that are gang related.
Feelin like my brain is just some dead weight...
This writers block I cant fight it off 
For my heads sake
But that dont stop a Titan, Imma write it all down till my pen break.
Smack rhymes out the park like at Fenway
And that swing so dirty.
Every Cruise verse that you hear is so wordy,
Yall better call up the Home Run Derby.
David Ortiz on the beat 
Now I see how thirsty yall be for a drink.
Me Im only hungry like 3 course meals
Ask God whens it gonna be my time to eat?
He told me soon but be sure to savor that meat
Cuz the fruits of your labor are sweet.
I was like "Cmon God you created a beast,
I know that you know I must feast!"
I aint that dude that asks for forgiveness..
Im a man that lives his life at the limits
And any mistakes accept the consequences.
Imma write my wrongs then good riddance.
Honesty and integrity man thats good business.
Praying that God looks into my heart and sees there's alot of good in it.
(Chorus)
Theres good in me
I hope He sees theres good in me
I hope you see theres good in me
Even tho I got some bullets in me.
I heard 12 shots pop off God,
Only got hit with 3..
If you didnt see the good in me you prolly woulda
let them 3 bullets kill me..
(x2)
Whatchu wanna be when you grow up?
Shit I just wanna grow..
Im suppose to be dead so i got to boast
Im suppose to be dead so i got to flow.
Im suppose to be dead so i got to know,
Will I ever make it before I meet my maker?
No more tears like Anita Baker
I say a little prayer like Aretha Franklin
amen.
Laying there bleeding thinking is this my last breath?
Will I ever walk again did I take my last step?
Is my life about to become past tense?
(And I know my faith, Im just hoping that they open the gates!)
Is there really a heaven for G's?
At least a Thugs Palace for me?
Or is it all just a fallacy?..
A disappointment to my parents, I just want them to be proud of me
But so far with that job Ive done pretty muffucking lousy.
College dropout, small apartment
Trappin out that bitch was making profit.
but its all illegal activity playing an unwinnable game
Im just glad that I got out.
And not in a coffin,
and not with some charges.
Cuz up in a cell man that shit be hell
Sharing them toilets and showers.
Staring at the wall for hours.
Bounded down (bound and down) like Kenny Powers
All you got to do is wait for your release date and hope parole get you outty,
Not the life I want to be about...

Hope He Sees

LYRICS
(More explicit than usual, just a forewarning)

Chorus x2

My Puerto Rican chick bad
She call me Guapo (sup guapo)
I home run smack on that ass
Out the park like Carlos Delgado
Goose vodka out the bottle
I fuck her in my sombrero
Seemed like we going for hours
Sweats breaking out like El Chapo.
And that ganja frosty like a blizzard
Make her go bizzerk
And I just be element twisting 
No pillin 
Or sippin sizzurp
Just rolling up that elixir
Mental state like a twizzler
Get on the beat like a Wizard
Because I put in that wizzork
Yall wanting my swag you can have that shit 
I switch it up on the average
Yall wanting my raps you can rap that shit
Half of my verses I trash that shit
And they all still magic bitch (aye)
Immaculate is my worst shit
Reactivating the herb lift
Eloquence when you heard this
Sounds like Im rapping in cursive

(Chorus)

Chopping down that cilantro
Smoking on that coriander
Cotton mouth, need to quench my thirst
with that holy water
Thats Fiji, no Voss (nah)
Picnic table full of bosses
Blunts passing round all us
Trees turn into sawdust 
And i got that reup handled
like Jamal Crawford
I will conquer 
Any obstacle 
Inside my opticles
Anythings possible
Not always plausible
But with my attitude
Anythings palpable
Just gotta get my hands on it
May be most challenging 
But Im a slave
Until the grave
To my ambition 
And I aint quitting
Till Im ceased of existence

Chorus

Cilantro

LYRICS:
Uh, Lets Go
Junebug kill em with the flow
Mr. Super Villain finna get em where my foes?
Stay chillin with a pretty kitty rippin on my clothes
And before I'm finished know we twistin all our toes
She asked me to hold her, 
So I said "Hold me,"
Hands on my balls like a goalie
Man I get trophies 
Average joes can't hold me
Let alone clone me, (nah, nah)
And any attempt would be worthless 
Please do not think you're exempt from the hearses
My rhyming leave bodies dropping like bird shit
Premeditated the murder
All in my noggin
Im running this shit, boi all of ya joggin
Leave the mic dead its like Im callin for violence
The feds better put me in solitary confinement 
But they gotta have that Warrant no Cherry Piein'
And that joint cherry pie got me very high
Lookin in the mirror and I see a gorilla 
With a vision to get these figures
But I gotta run for it like a senator
Killing off doubters cuz when it comes to rap this is pinnacle
And I'm so sorry im cynical 
A sinister sinner
Sippin Guiness 
Finna put me in the Book of Guiness when Im finished
(Chorus)
Go 
Get Up
Get It
Those 5 words embedded (x2)
Go
Get Up 
Get It
Those 5 words embedded
In my head
You can go and live them when you ready
Rilla got green so I spend it

I promise Im killin this
Promise its never illiterate 
Promise that I've been bossin up since a little kid
Promise that I've been at this,
Been a sharp shooter like Katniss,
Promise Im eating these beats like Im famished
I promise Ill get em I got em 
I promise Im ballin until the judge smackin his gavel 
I promise.. (whatchu promise man??)
I promise that Im rapping until Im traveling around the atlas
Or at least relaxing somewhere secluded in Athens
Im a G, so I keep it 1000
You aint got to believe it just watch it happen
Ill achieve anything as long as I can imagine 
Haters under a rock like they're Patrick 
be thinking its magic, like abbra cadabbra shit
But no Half Baked
About 9-10 roaches in the ashtray
These rappers think they got balls till I castrate
Thought up and authorized all the mandates
Command her to bend over cuz her ass straight
Just tryna paint a perfect picture like its anime
I laid her down then I flipped her like a pancake
(Chorus)
Get up and go! 
Low and behold
Cruisey The Junie about to blow
like when your tires be getting too old
Prolly be best just to stay off the road
Coming through tough like a Ford
Got that weed rolled 
and very rarely I be sippin alcohol but tonight somethings getting poured
They asking me to go party I said "naw gotta get this pack flipped."
Make pot heads backflip
You cant call yourself dope if you aint even ever bagged it
Took a couple months just to get established
Now i got them racks laying on the mattress
Trap jumping like Jason Richardson
or Blake Griffin 
when I touch down like Madden
Go, Get it, Get Up!
Told you tonight my cup filled up!
And just know that Im always going hard when its crunch time
boy them sit ups!
Talking dro, I got that gas like I just ripped one (fart)
Anybody messing with my digits become a victim
I just gotta call my dogs up and holler "Sick Em!' (bargh)
(Chorus)
wake up and smoke and get lifted
chiefin that kief its all sifted
been a cryptic
hitting my phone its all business
go up and get bout ya business

Lyrics:
There's been a lot inside my twenty years
Face felt plenty tears
Seen the abyss,
aint got no rhyme or reason here to run from fear
Stay humble
Stomach rumble when there's trouble near
Tussles leave a tunnel in my vision and my muscles geared
6 senses
Still swinging for the fences
Circumstances leaving peeps i thought were friends 
look suspicious 
I dont know em know more..
Oh well, 
Whether they put you in a box or a jail cell
you going alone..
And no more do I fear the ending
I've seen my whole life flash in seconds 
Staring down 2 barrels
Had angels watching over me careful
That I do cherish
Got me singing gospel music like I do carols 
But my mind has been infected like Im Lou Gehrig
Nights consist of dreams of fatal shots in your dudes carriage
Wake up to 3 shots in my back that I do carry 
I dont think about how many shots they missed its too scary..
Take a breath of fresh air
Thought that I was a goner, in despair
Thank the Lord
Blessed to get spared
Fuzzy for a while but now, its clear
Im here for a reason
Goosebumps standing up my chest hairs
So Im working
Lurking
Searching for my purpose
Had to get up out them murky
waters swimming with the serpents 
I was on the road to no where until Mother Earth 
reversed it 
Almost cost my fucking life,
tough lesson had to learn it
Despite that
Every dollar that I've ever made I earned it
But I had to personally reach a verdict
Is that dirty money really worth it?

A Bugz Gospel

LYRICS:
(Chorus)

She said "Hey, who you be?"
I was twisting up a B
In the back of the Lac 
with a sack of the green
She sees
Imma true G
Wonder if she got a man 
Stick out my hand
Like "nice to meet ya
that beast you hearing
on the beat, thats me
coming out them speakers". 
Like gee wiz are you serious?
One listen she delirious
Like yes I be that G 
that rocks Sweatpants Timmys White Tees and such 
I be's in them
But the clothes dont make the G
so I dont need em much
Beats I eat em up 
This is what I love it dont get tedious
Them freaks I be's with them
Soon as I ask for leave
Im pleasing them
and then they play with me
Doing donuts on them ATVs
Its plain to see
That I got that GAME so ladies stay with me
Like baby Im gonna eat that pussy out from A to Z
Aint no phasing me
and when we done, we done
There aint no chasing me
Dont get your panties all up in a bunch 
Like how them Brady's be
There aint no playing me
I know she fucking with the homies
So I fuck until she fiendin then leave 
her A L O N E
Aint no hoe in me
Some bitch boys put 3 holes in me 
Still I rose to my feet 
Aint no home for the weak
Its fleek
I compose on the beat 
so neat so sleek so sweet 
so ME
Police,
Helping me cuz I could never locate the shooters
But I know them faces 
and I know them guns 
Still hear them shots ringing from them 40 cal. Lugers
Wish that I'd have smelled something fishy coming
like a barracuda 
Fuck it
now I just wanna smell the buddha 
And that dope it got me Dopey like the Stooge
True love is truly elusive 
So I stay away from Cupid 
No more foolin
Middle fingers to the heavens 
I extend them
Throw em up just like I puked it!

(chorus)

LYRICS:

I've been jacked
Been scammed
Like a butter knife 
I've been in some jams
Muddy Sprite 
used to throw in the xan
Fuzzy nights
when you fucking with that.
Late nights when you flippin them packs
Tryna see your paper stack
Shit I've been through wouldn't take it back
You tryna write a hook 
Im tryna write a book
no paperback.
Been jacked
Been scammed
Like a butter knife 
I been in some jams.
Grindin till I see 100 grand
and another 100 grand after that.
Then Im gonna go and get me the Jag (vroom)
Then right back to the bag
Parties come last
Fuck your dress code 
Ill get laid in my sweatpants
Its the lead man
with the best raps back
Speak from that thing where my chest at (heart)
Believe it I've made it through hell and back
fucking with me thats a death trap
Im just tryna get over
a Purple Hearted soldier
Sick as Mesothelioma 
Like where the fuck are all my compensation dollars??
Holla on it
Talking that profit 
My hustle way too hard to knock it
Call that Ballin
Cuz I put my soul in this shit like this my meraki 
Flow hot like Takis
All Lossless
Your shit sound Lossy
She holds my stick like Sidney Crosby
Y'all tryna slip a pill like Bill Cosby
Tryna trick hoes just to lay up on her
See not me
Imma G
aint seen a preacher like this since Mase was on
See now me
Im just tryna get cheese for my cake 
Imma Cakeosaurus 
My Middle Eastern chick say Im the bomb
Cruisey got it going on
Like Im Stacey's Mom

(Aint no question how good he be)
(Flow long like hoodie sleeves)

Rollin that B tho
With that muscle memory like its a free-throw 
Females can feel the libido 
from 100 kilometers
Thats the kind of scent Im leaving
Im with my gang like a lot of Elk
My state of mind is more commonwealth
Ive got to this point without a lot of help
So I've got to give props to myself
And I still got light years to go
Buzz Lightyear with the flow
Rhyme till I reap what I sow
To infinity and beyond
Harry Potter with the wand
Marvin Gaye with the song
Iron Lungs with the bong
Smoking that hayeeeeeeeeeee, like Im the Fonz
that weed it be as thick and as green as your lawn
From dusk until dawn 
Im up working no sleep no need for alarms
And don't get me wrong
them doubts be having me tripping at times but ya know
that aint shit to a boss
The GodFather at heart
Imma end up a Don
Call me Cruisey Corleone

Been In Jams  (prod. by 4K)

All bars.. In a new music world full of adlibs and repetition BUGLIFE stays raw

73 Bars No Hook

You really tryna eat up on my cereal???????

Cheerios

Jimmy Neutron: Boy Genius

That Time Keeps Going By...& It's So Sad, I Wish That I Could Go Back..
Produced By Young Taylor

Time Goes By

Produced by Rhakim Ali
LYRICS:

intro:
"I dont really play the scenes,
Im in the cut, like Vaseline.
But people be askin where they can find me
when im out rollin,
Im im always just like,"

Prolly riding bumping Delfonics 
Hop in my whip and smell the chronic.
Pen is all in my grip till Im selling sonnets.
Fire all in my pad Im telling knowledge
Teaching Phonix
Till my diabolical plan becomes a promise.
Just to get whats owed to me, 
then Ill bounce like hydraulics.
Back to making maneuvers in Ubers
Cops raid my crib Im sending all of the work to the sour
Rollin up manure, smooth 
Your blunts look like shit I see that bitch canoeing.
And if you mentioning Cruise,
It aint no question who the truest, dog
A walking blessing in the flesh.
Dudes get charged, 
Start talking friendly with the feds, 
Thats the typa shit that get your body resting on a stretcher.
Drawing heavy on the sketch,
Painting pictures, 
Making movies out my doodles
And if my dog already fucked then I dont want her poodle.
And when I got locked, the cops asked me if I would be a nark, 
I said "Whattup have yall forgotten how to do your jobs?"
Ill just do the charge.
Take a felly, 
Went to court,
Got it dropped to a misdemeanor,
Hugged and thanked my lawyer.
Back then I was in a Rush like Tom Sawyer.
Nowadays these rhymes keep me afloat,
Them flows feelin buoyant.
And plus Im high,
Skywalking like a Jedi,
Got red eyes,
Burning more gas than a semi,
And yet I,
Bet I, 
Stay grounded like a dead fly,
Or the girls whose parents found out I popped their cherry pies.
No Warrant,
That was back in my teenage days,
I shoulda waited until I was older to start acting grown up.
Moms asked if I was selling weed I couldn't own up,
Rather lie and feel guilty,
Than ever have her disappointed.
In her middle son,
Knowing I was doing wrong moving pills from Lincoln out to Littleton.
8 hour drives with no weed damn near killin him, 
Only thing on my mind was dividends,
Driving under the speed limit son.
Got paid a bunch,
Never whip your own shit,
Paid the homie, let me take his truck.
This my real life I couldn't make this up.
Competition gaming up,
So I made them prices drop.
Nothing but drugs and sweaty money in my Nike socks. 
Cops was on patrol heavy, so I rode my bike a lot.
Illegal shit is risky, gotta be sly, like a fox.
Get caught slippin, 
They gonna book you, you gonna find a box.
And you'll be bumpin off the wall,
Like you listen to Mike a lot. 
Thankful to see 21 like ballin black jack.
Life feel sweet when you've been shot,
Getting popped like Black Cats.
I dont read or write no fiction,
Focused where them facts at.
You want beef?
You gonna need some life insurance, call Aflac.
Cuz you gonna want to leave some money for your family.
Thinking about holding awards at the Grammy's,
Got me ignoring baddies. 
Im actually, 
So high, my eyes are so low I can't see.
A cash cow I bring a fucking stampede.
One man's dream,
Got me down praying on my damn knees.
Like please let me achieve the things I hold dear(deer) like Bambi.
God please let my name live long after me!
And along the way don't let me lose part of myself like an amputee.

BUG Bars

LYRICS:

Its that bug rappin cat I came from Nebraska pastures
Where they bumpin that country at every family gathering.
Corn husker, bad boy, born cusser
Bumpin Big Pun and giving chickies rides on my daddys tractor.
I got my 1st piece of ass at 13 and before that I shot a pistol.
We was smoking way before Colorado ever had the dispo.
Was coppin grams, just some kids tryna get stoned
I hit the plug on the flip phone 
and get mo
(HOOK)
We were the youth gone wild 
I feel just like skid row
(repeat)

Im the type to make the show stop
Low tops
Polo socks
You aint swinging bruh go back and hit the pro shop.
You dont want it with these big hittas
Nighttime I get sicker
Young wolf howling at the Big Dipper.
Im a beast if that shits not clear
Brown liquor, not clear
This is Henny, not beer
Im drunk, hard to steer
Want beef? Ill seer it
All truth, Paul Pierce
When I spit they all ears.
Low fade, long beard
sweatpants and Timmys on my Midwest shit
Give my Cali chick some Midwest dick
Sex positions that I couldnt comprehend
She says she invented
I said "Damn, thats impressive."
She said she'd love it if I copped her some shoes
I said "Fat chance boo," I dont fall for the ruse.
She got that fat ass baby girl got that caboose
I went to battle on that booty and I aint callin no truce (nahh)
No peace treaties and them panties be leaking
She see it
Got her wet like 3 sprinklers 
Believe me
Dead niggas in my pocket prolly see wrinkles 
I dont listen to the shit they be speaking 
Im a free thinker.
Fuck whatchu thought
This is BUGLIFE!
I was pill pitching
palms itching 
Like a bug bite.
Home making money is my idea of a fun night
Im married to the music dog cuz I truly love the mic.

Feelin Like Skid Row

See Im from Nebraska, 
where aint a dang thang to do but drink!!

Nebraska

Lotta people out there you think are your friends but truly arent.... keep watch

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MadeinTYO Remix of Ned Flanders by Cruise Tha Junebug

Ned Flanders Remix

Visionary Thoughts

Cruise Tha Junebug is a rapper out of Nebraska. After quitting school and almost losing his life in the illegal marijuana business, Cruise decided to give his all into music. He is now paving a way for a new style. Gritty Country Rap. His glimmering lyricism and melodic flows tie smoothly into his street/dirt road inspired bars, resulting in a well rounded songsmith who makes everything from club bangers to love songs to storytelling of his life. Cruise Tha Junebug is 25 years old.

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