Make Way

Lyrics

(Intro) Buckshot Snowgoons, Waxwork, word up My dude Illegal, yeah, dead Aight, yeah, it's gon' down Reef the Lost Cauze Chief Kamachi Uh-huh, yo [Verse 1: Buckshot] Look, make way for the number one independent Buck said Duck hold it down and I meant it 2009 the year I invented I done get a label then maybe you all end it Pretendin' you had them resales locked Since the www dot dropped and that stopped Flop after flop, had to cause a shock No props, see the net is unorthodox Ain't nobody at the top like nah you can't rock or roll That's where it gets outta control Oh, everybody gotta sight Everybody gotta fight for a product But now that's old, not if it's told You ain't gotta ask me no more Next time we meet, just say, "Buck, hello?" You know, cuz there's too much info available Nowadays you gotta tape or mail it to Wait they don't even do that now Go to my site and upload ya MP3 file, aight? Next time you wanna learn more why I'm so independent? First of all, brother I earn more! [Hook: Buckshot] I suggest, I respect, you give us, and give up Like how I suggest, okay, okay So next time you wanna learn about this rap game Ask me, hey! I suggest, I respect, you give us, and give up Like how I suggest, okay, okay So next time you wanna learn about this rap game Ask me, hey! [Bridge: Buckshot] Can I put you on? Son you put 'em on Can I put you on? Son you put 'em on Can I put 'em on? Son you put 'em on Cuz them other dudes is talking that shit that's gon' [Verse 2: Reef the Lost Cauze] It's the killer slang crack shows, smoking a Castro Frosty the Flow Man, made from Black Snow With no carrot, nose blood from a terror froze Reef the Lost Cauze is the name, who cares to know? Padre, flow is Sierra Madre Make crime mates migrate to different climates Inhabit ya habitat, I am a battle axe Dipped in Grenadine, feel the seams of your cabbage crack Make you do the 'Running Man', yeah the Cabbage Patch Where that cabbage at? Never babbitt sacks Gimme bubba kush, mothafucka look It's Buckshot and Kamach, mothafucka hook I ain't the one for the dumb shit, no fucking crook Put down the gun, son, read a fucking book I recommend you start simple like Dr. Seuss You say you better than Cauze is just not the truth (Hook) Buckshot 2x [Verse 3: Chief Kamachi] Yo, international, Hip-Hop is my interpreter Galaxies beyond my sound blast from a Merkaba I'm the dot in the center of a symbol that's circular Too deep religion of the streets still converting ya Slaves y'all worship the cell Too much for family to visit plus they restricting our mail Besides our own freedom, they take our childrens as well Medicine and mind games ain't no healing in hell Temporary thing, our people will still prevail Look at our history, please acknowledge the crook and the flail Last time you've seen a book, you was booked up in jail Don't read too much, life is a story to tell Remind you though music of how our great dynasty fell Mystery schools, laugh at the Romans from Yale Back on the Ivory Coast where our great merchants will sell Now the corner stores, the temple where we purchase our L's (Hook) Buckshot 2x