[Buckshot]
Call me, hits and say jack, cause I get no punani
Flippin` a script, leaving the sucker ducks behind me
I`m a threat to poetry, you know it`s me
When you see brothers, running around, here now Duck Down
Here comes the Buckshot Shorty
Swingin` tracks, with more rhythm and blues then Berry Gordy
Doing damage, when I vanish an MC, and picture the dream
I`m a warrior, not Freddy Kruger Part Three
Slap that wack shit, you can face your arraignment
Life, I think you need some edutainment
Try to slave my mind frame, you catch a spazasm
Damn I feel good like a long awaited orgasm
I blow up like a nigga who doing life in jail
But failed, kick back and drink an L
Yeah, I`m the man that control with this
Run with a crew, and in my mind I`m a soloist
I don`t walk, but verbally break x
That`s why I got nuff respect, in this profession
But all punk sucker ducks, still don`t know the answer
to the question
[Chorus 2x: Buckshot]
How we gonna fuck it up? (Yo, it`s fucked up)
How we gonna fuck it up? (Yo, it`s fucked up)
How we gonna fuck it up? (Yo, it`s fucked up)
How we gonna fuck it up? (Yo, it`s fucked up)
[Buckshot]
Here I come, with the mic in my right
To get paid, plus raid the lime light
For any MC, that`s so called, gets the props
I rock hip hop, non stop, to give nots
I`m the man, the original
Straight from Crown Heights, my life`s subliminal
Make my mark then spark, intellect, you`ll find
And give insight to the blind
I manifest the best when I step through
Five deadly styles, but I don`t do kung fu
Give me the tool and I go buckwild
Bitches and niggaz on my dick because I`m versatile
So if you bite, I`ll ignite the dynamite
Battle words, and battles gone, but I`m not that type
But I get hype, when I write to a format
Produced by Evil Dee, so now it`s all that
Watch your back, cause I attack
And if you ain`t down with Beatminerz, your
wig-wig-wack
[Chorus 2x]
[Buckshot]
Lyrical genius, mic Mr. Wonderful
I grab the mic and make it turn like a run-do
Known to poetic, to terrorize, listen
This is a call to other mc`s, time to televise
A smooth black brother on the rap scene
Doing my best to manifest to the fiend
That I can finesse, and excel beyond any dope
Guaranteed to turn the party out
I light shit up like a professional mob hit
No competition, cause the rest is garbage
Yeah, I`m not the one to get played
So back up off my dick, before I spark my renegade
Lyrical melodies are chosen
I revise the travel, cause the rest had `em dozin`
Off, I`m the boss, don`t forget it
When I rip it and stick it, manifest to the wicked
And wow, I don`t smile when I catch wreck
Fuck the body blows, I`m going straight for the neck
[Chorus 2x]
