LRC歌词下载
[00:40.65]I declare war[00:41.58]The joy becomes a rappifyin weapon[00:43.35]If you step in[00:43.92]When your draws get mobbed behind enemy lines[00:46.20]You become a sittin duck but niggas[00:47.76]I ain't givin em livin trifle[00:49.17]The pen and pad becomes a 12 gauge rifle[00:51.42]This is no laughing matter[00:52.65]Step into this you step in a minefield[00:54.63]Your body's scattered[00:55.50]You people drop pickin up the pieces[00:57.48]But only corny niggas[00:58.65]The attack from a brotha like the Buddy never ceases[01:01.59]Without a moment of silence the violence thickens[01:03.90]So if you ain't got it together you slim pickings[01:06.33]Shorts and prisoners are never taken[01:08.25]If you fakin all the booty competition[01:10.20]I'm a bag nigga a white flag[01:11.82]Get down and dirty like a brotha in the trench[01:13.89]Leave a nigga dead and stinkin as he wonders what his stench is[01:17.01]I'm bustin clip after clip[01:18.48]My artillery will funk on the punk[01:20.28]When ya wanna test my mother****i[01:21.69][Interlude: horns and scratches][01:28.71][Breezly Brewin][01:42.51]Tell it to hell is it[01:43.53]I feel my brain swell like meningitis[01:45.27]With the slightest mind motion[01:46.53]Givin me the notion[01:47.52]That I got it bad[01:48.39]I think I got a brain tumor[01:49.71]Brain rumor[01:50.31]Such a pain to mother****ing sexyze the strain and then understand i[01:52.74]The seed was planted[01:54.00]That mother****ing is ill but still[01:55.02]The thought I'm lovin got the dome growin[01:56.73]With the biscuit in the oven[01:57.96]Shovin nothin but the nutrients[01:59.55]My diet to support me[02:00.81]A whiff of the spliff[02:01.98]A guzzle of the forty to inspire fire thought[02:04.44]To the mic there was marriage[02:05.73]Causin competition[02:06.66]Verbal miscarriage of the mental fetus[02:08.61]Greet us with the rugged rhythm then I'm showin[02:10.68]I think I feel my water breakin thus I'm flowin[02:12.93]Timin my contractions[02:14.01]Concentratin on my breathin[02:15.27]Heavin curses at the father he has the funk[02:17.07]Cuz if I flunk my mother****ing ain't livi[02:18.39]Pussy given every bit of what I'm worth[02:20.28]And as the Brewin drops the lyrical[02:21.78]The miracle of birth[02:22.92][Interlude: horns and scratches][02:30.03][Buddy Slim][02:43.23]I be the sick ass brotha, nasty ass mother****er[02:46.02]A phony mother****ing grave digga[02:47.97]I know this sounds rough[02:49.08]But I had enough to funk[02:50.31]So part of me the heart of me[02:51.81]So if you corny ****ers[02:52.89]It's like cloggin up my artery[02:54.33]You cuttin circulation[02:55.56]So now it's do or die[02:56.67]While niggers always try to test my mother****i[02:58.80]Only preservation of the funk is why I kick this[03:01.38]As I give a simple diagnosis of the sickness[03:03.72][Breezly Brewin][03:04.11]Now upon the fruits of my labor[03:05.76]Your ear feasts[03:06.54]The beast from within[03:07.56]It's some mother****ing ain't i[03:08.79]The picture painted[03:09.54]From the use of a noun and a verb might disturb[03:12.21]We make you say, 'Damn that mother****er's crazy'[03:14.10]Well if we crazed, deranged well then we fittin[03:16.80]If you say the world's a normal place[03:18.45]Who the **** you kiddin[03:19.50]Your mind's blind if you say you haven't seen this[03:21.75]As I walk the fine line between insanity and genius[03:24.39][Interlude: horns and scratches][03:52.32][Fades out with piano]