Juggaknots - Trouble Man Lyrics
[Buddy Slim]I declare war, the jaw becomes a rappifyin weaponIf you step in when your draws get mobbed behind enemy linesYou become a sittin duck but *****, I ain't givin 'em livin' trifleThe pen and pad becomes a 12 gauge rifleThis is no laughing matterStep into this you step in a minefieldYour body's scattered, you people drop pickin up the piecesBut only corny niggas, the attack from a brotha like the Buddy never ceasesWithout a moment of silence the violence thickensSo if you ain't got it together you slim pickingsShorts and prisoners are never taken if you fakin all the booty competitionI'm a bag ***** a white flagGet down and dirty like a brotha in the trenchLeave a nigga dead and stinkin as he wonders what his stench isI'm bustin clip after clip my artillery will funk on the punkWhen ya wanna test my shit[Interlude: *horns and scratches*][Breezly Brewin]Tell it to hell is it, I feel my brain swell like meningitisWith the slightest mind motion, givin me the notionThat I got it bad I think I got a brain tumor, brain rumorSuch a pain to analyze the strain and then understand itThe seed was planted.. that shit is ill but stillThe thought I'm lovin got the dome growin'With the biscuit in the oven, shovin nothin but the nutrientsMy diet to support me, a whiff of the spliffA guzzle of the forty to inspire fire thoughtTo the mic there was marriage, causin competitionVerbal miscarriage of the mental fetusGreet 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 breathinHeavin curses at the father he has the funkCuz if I flunk my shit ain't livin'Pushin givin every bit of what I'm worthAnd as the Brewin drops the lyrical, the miracle of birth[Interlude: *horns and scratches*][Buddy Slim]I be the sick ass brotha, nasty ass niggaA phony mother*****er grave diggaI know this sounds rough, but I had enough to funkSo part of me the heart of meSo if you corny nigga, it's like cloggin up my arteryYou cuttin circulation, so now it's do or dieWhile niggas always try to test my shitOnly preservation of the funk is why I kick thisAs I give a simple diagnosis of the sickness[Breezly Brewin]Now upon the fruits of my labor, your ear feastsThe beast from within, it's some shit, ain't it?The picture painted, from the use of a noun and a verb might disturbWe make you say, "Damn that nigga's crazy"Well, if we crazed, deranged, well, then we fit inIf you say the world's a normal place, who the ***** you kiddin?Your mind's blind if you say you haven't seen thisAs I walk the fine line between insanity and genius[Interlude: *horns and scratches*](*Fades out with piano*)
