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Trouble Man
[Buddy Slim]
I declare war, the jaw becomes a rappifyin weapon
If you step in when your draws get mobbed behind enemy lines
You become a sittin duck but fuck, I ain't givin 'em livin' trifle
The pen and pad becomes a 12 gauge rifle
This is no laughing matter
Step into this you step in a minefield
Your body's scattered, you people drop pickin up the pieces
But only corny niggas, the attack from a brotha like the Buddy never ceases
Without a moment of silence the violence thickens
So if you ain't got it together you slim pickings
Shorts and prisoners are never taken if you fakin all the booty competition
I'm a bag fuck a white flag
Get down and dirty like a brotha in the trench
Leave a nigga dead and stinkin as he wonders what his stench is
I'm bustin clip after clip my artillery will funk on the punk
When ya wanna test my shit
[Interlude: *horns and scratches*]
[Breezly Brewin]
Tell it to hell is it, I feel my brain swell like meningitis
With the slightest mind motion, givin me the notion
That I got it bad I think I got a brain tumor, brain rumor
Such a pain to analyze the strain and then understand it
The seed was planted.. that shit is ill but still
The thought I'm lovin got the dome growin'
With the biscuit in the oven, shovin nothin but the nutrients
My diet to support me, a whiff of the spliff
A guzzle of the forty to inspire fire thought
To the mic there was marriage, causin competition
Verbal miscarriage of the mental fetus
Greet us with the rugged rhythm then I'm showin'
I think I feel my water breakin thus I'm flowin'
Timin my contractions, concentratin on my breathin
Heavin curses at the father he has the funk
Cuz if I flunk my shit ain't livin'
Pushin givin every bit of what I'm worth
And as the Brewin drops the lyrical, the miracle of birth
[Interlude: *horns and scratches*]
[Buddy Slim]
I be the sick ass brotha, nasty ass nigga
A phony motherfucker grave digga
I know this sounds rough, but I had enough to funk
So part of me the heart of me
So if you corny nigga, it's like cloggin up my artery
You cuttin circulation, so now it's do or die
While niggas always try to test my shit
Only preservation of the funk is why I kick this
As I give a simple diagnosis of the sickness
[Breezly Brewin]
Now upon the fruits of my labor, your ear feasts
The beast from within, it's some shit, ain't it?
The picture painted, from the use of a noun and a verb might disturb
We make you say, 'Damn that nigga's crazy'
Well, if we crazed, deranged, well, then we fit in
If you say the world's a normal place, who the fuck you kiddin?
Your mind's blind if you say you haven't seen this
As I walk the fine line between insanity and genius
[Interlude: *horns and scratches*]
(*Fades out with piano*)
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