- Juggaknots trouble man 歌詞
- Juggaknots
- I declare war
The joy becomes a rappifyin weapon
If you step in
When your draws get mobbed behind enemy lines
You become a sittin duck but ******
I aint 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 bodys scattered
You people drop pickin up the pieces
But only corny ******s
The attack from a brotha like the Buddy never ceases
Without a moment of silence the violence thickens
So if you aint got it together you slim pickings
Shorts and prisoners are never taken
If you fakin all the booty competition
Im a bag ****** a white flag
Get down and dirty like a brotha in the trench
Leave a ****** dead and stinkin as he wonders what his stench is
Im bustin clip after clip
My artillery will funk on the punk
When ya wanna test my ***** *******t
[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 *********** *yze the strain and then understand it
The seed was planted
That ************t is ill but still
The thought Im 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 Im showin
I think I feel my water breakin thus Im flowin
Timin my contractions
Concentratin on my breathin
Heavin curses at the father he has the funk
Cuz if I flunk my ************t aint livin
Pu************n givin every bit of what Im 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 ******
A phony mother****** 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 ******
Its like cloggin up my artery
You cuttin circulation
So now its do or die
While ******s always try to test my ************t
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
Its some ************t aint it
The picture painted
From the use of a noun and a verb might disturb
We make you say, 'Damn that ******s crazy'
Well if we crazed, deranged well then we fittin
If you say the worlds a normal place
Who the ****** you kiddin?
Your minds blind if you say you havent seen this
As I walk the fine line between insanity and genius
[ Interlude: horns and scratches]
[Fades out with piano]
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