Trouble Man

Lyrics

[Produced by Chris Liggio & Juggaknots] [Hook: sample with Scratches by D.J. Eskimo] "Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga" "Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga" "Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga" "Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga" "Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga" "Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga" "Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga" [Verse 1: Buddy Slim] I declare war—the jaw becomes a rapid-fire weapon If you're stepping when you tries to get mine behind enemy lines You become a sitting duck, well fuck I ain't giving 'em I'm living trifle The pen and pad becomes a 12-gauge rifle This ain't no laughing matter Step into this, you step in a minefield, your body scatters Your people try picking up the pieces But only corny niggas, the attack From a brother like the Buddy never ceases Without a moment of silence, the violence thickens So if you ain't got it together you're slim pickings Shorts and prisoners are never taken If you're faking, all the booty competition I'ma bag Fuck a white flag Get down and dirty like a brother in the trench And leave a nigga dead and stinking as he wonder where the stench is I'm busting clip after clip, my artillery Of funk on a punk when you wanna test my shit [Hook: sample with Scratches by D.J. Eskimo] "Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga" "Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga" "Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga" "Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga" "Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga" "Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga" "Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga" [Verse 2: Breeze Brewin] Damn it to hell is it, I feel my brain swell like meningitis With the slightest mind motion, giving 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 loving got the dome growing With the biscuit in the oven shoving nothing 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 causing competition Verbal miscarriage of the Mental fetus, greet us with the rugged rhythm that I'm showing I think I feel my water breaking, thus I'm flowing Timing my contractions, concentrating on my breathing Heaving curses at the father, yes, the funk 'Cause if I flunk, my shit ain't living Pushing, giving every bit of what I'm worth And as the Brewin drops the lyrical, the miracle of birth [Hook: sample with Scratches by D.J. Eskimo] "Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga" "Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga" "Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga" "Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga" "Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga" "Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga" "Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga" [Verse 3: Buddy Slim] I be the sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga A phony-motherfucker-gravedigger I know this sounds rough but I had enough to funk So pardon me, the heart of me So if you corny, nigga, it's like clogging up my artery You cutting circulation, so now it's do-or-die Why niggas always trying to test my shit? Only preservation of the funk is why I kick this As I give a simple diagnosis of the sickness [Verse 4: Breeze Brewin] Now upon the fruits of my labor your ears feast The beast from within is some shit, ain't it? The picture painted from the use of a noun and a verb Might disturb—we makes you say, "Damn, that nigga's crazy" Well, if we crazed, deranged, well, then we fit in If you say the world's a normal place, who the fuck you kidding? Your mind's blind if you say you haven't seen this As I walk the fine line between insanity and genius [Hook: sample with Scratches by D.J. Eskimo] "Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga" "Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga" "Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga" "Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga" "Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga" "Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga" "Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga"