Juggaknots Trouble Man Lyrics

Trouble Man Lyrics

(*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 lines



You 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 thickens



So 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 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 



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 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 



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 funk 



So part of me the heart of me



So 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 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 ain't 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*]







(*Fades out with piano*)