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juggaknots - trouble man lyrics

(-begins with piano-)

[interlude: -h-rns and scratches-]

[buddy slim]
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 f-ck
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 n-gg-s
the attack from a brotha like the buddy never ceases
without a moment of silence the violence thickens
so if you ain’t got it together you slim pickings
shorts and prisoners are never taken
if you fakin all the booty compet-tion
i’m a bag f-ck a white flag
get down and dirty like a brotha in the trench
leave a n-gg- 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 want to test my sh-t

[interlude: -h-rns and scratches-]

[breezly brewin]
tell it to h-ll 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 -n-lyze the strain and then understand it
the seed was planted
that sh-t 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 me
a whiff of the spliff
a guzzle of the forty to inspire fire thought
to the mic there was marriage
causin compet-tion
verbal miscarriage of the mental fetus
greet 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 breathin
heavin curses at the father he has the funk
’cause if i flunk my sh-t ain’t livin
pushin givin every bit of what i’m worth
and as the brewin drops the lyrical
the miracle of birth

[interlude: -h-rns and scratches-]

[buddy slim]
i be the sick -ss brotha, nasty -ss n-gg-
a phony motherf-cker 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 n-gg-
it’s like cloggin up my artery
you cuttin circulation
so now it’s do or die
while n-gg-s always try to test my sh-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
it’s some sh-t ain’t it
the picture painted
from the use of a noun and a verb might disturb
we make you say, “d-mn that n-gg-‘s crazy”
well if we crazed, deranged well then we fittin
if you say the world’s a normal place
who the f-ck 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: -h-rns and scratches-]

(-fades out with piano-)

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