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Juggaknots

Trouble Man

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Текст песни Juggaknots - Trouble Man

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(*Begins with piano*)[Interlude: *horns and scratches*][Buddy Slim]I declare war The joy becomes a rappifyin weapon If you step in When your draws get mobbed behind enemy linesYou 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 thickensSo 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 itI feel my brain swell like meningitis With the slightest mind motion Givin me the notionThat I got it bad I think I got a brain tumor Brain rumor Such a pain to analyze the strain and then understand itThe seed was plantedThat 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 meA whiff of the spliff A guzzle of the forty to inspire fire thoughtTo the mic there was marriageCausin competition Verbal miscarriage of the mental fetus Greet us with the rugged rhythm then I`m showinI think I feel my water breakin thus I`m flowinTimin my contractions Concentratin on my breathinHeavin curses at the father he has the funk Cuz if I flunk my shit ain`t livinPushin 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 meSo 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 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 feasts The beast from within It`s some shit ain`t itThe 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 fittinIf you say the world`s a normal placeWho the fuck 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*)

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