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{*begins with piano*}
[Interlude: *horns and scratches*]
[Buddy Slim]
I declare war
The (joy) becomes a (rappifying) weapon
If you step em
When your (draws) get mobbed behind enemy lines
You become a sitting duck but fuck
I ain't giving them living trifle
The pen and pad becomes a 12 gauge rifle
This is no laughing matter
Step into this you step into 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 ????????????
But if you aint 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 brother in the trenches
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 pump when ya wanna test my shit
[Interlude: *horns and scratches*]
[Breezly Brewin]
(Dammit 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
Showin nuttin' 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
Causing competition
Verbal miscarriage of the mental fetus
Greet us with the rugged rhythm then I'm showin'
I think i feel my water break and thus I'm flowin'
Timin my contractions
Concentrating 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 (fun)
So part of me the heart of me
{?} corny nigga is like clogging 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 aint 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 (fittin)
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*
(fade out with piano)
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