Yung Buk
Oh yes I'm lethal
I make my sh** equal to no one
Like shogun I blow one
I don't rap I flow son
You cain't f** wit my criteria
Cuz in my high school cafeteria
I'm known as superior
But now I rock stages
I used to rock the cover of books
But now I open'em up and rock them pages
Ma**ive dope sh** I drop and brother's not comprehendin
That's why this n***a raps like it ain't no endin
No brother can two upon the one
Cuz I'm the n***a who recked the Chi
And locked it up when I was done
You wanna funky rhyme you ain't gotta force me
A young n***a droppin sh** like a horse G
I take your crew and wipe'em like mildew
And as for you I got a cla** that slaughter too
You can sit your a** down and learn the bits of this psychodrama sh**
That you cain't f** wit
Correct so when I inject all you b**hes keep steppin
Cuz I'm a lethal weapon
Chorus: Yung Buk, NewSense
As lethal as I'm flexin
n***as still talkin bout who dat? (who dat?)
So the next time I bust a cap
It'll be on you black
As lethal as I'm flexin
n***as still talkin bout who dat? (who dat?)
So the next time I bust a cap
It'll be on you black
We gettin that motherf**er
PsychoDrama, too much for the industry to handle
PsychoDrama, too much for the industry to handle
PsychoDrama, too much for the industry to handle
Verse Two:
I'm versatile wit my style
This juvenile can come harder
And kick some wicked sh** as fat as Nell Carter
When I flow my rhymes grow like a embryo
Still fa sho and then come back like your feenin' hoe
You wonderin who's the best
Some punk might say maybe me
But when I flex I'm drastic like casualty
I'm straight underground
No n***a can take mine
f** a b**h man I'm sleepin wit a tech nine
I bury a body and break a b**hes back
Cuz you's a sad a**
You sissy soft s**er I'm a bad a** n***aro
And I figured yo you cain't hang wit my mental slang
Hell yeah I shoot that motherf**in thang
I'm hard as f** so motherf**ers disbelieve
And got mo' hoes than Santa Claus on Christmas Eve
You can not f** wit me your homie will say yes he's right
I'll take your rep, your b**h, you'll flip from me like Jesse White
And love ya tender
I bend a body like a fender
And to them b**hes front to back ain't no surrender
Here never
Chorus 2x
Verse 3:
Any and every punk b**h thats fake
I leave'em soggy like corn flakes
Motherf**ers try and die wrapped to your brainwave
b**h itty itty bang bang
sh** static dismissed n***aro
f** yourself up because you f**in wit this ill sh**
I won't blow you a kiss I punch in your f**in mouth b**h
n***a just chill or catch the steal fist
Now when I says I'm a Yung Buk
Don't get an idea n***a f**in
That you can come and f** wit this here
The sh** that I kick ain't simple
A n***a layin in the river dead wit his dick drilled in his temple
I guess that's how it's gotta be
n***as jumpin up and gettin they a** played like the lottery
Dialog fonky punk you fail to realize
Diggin through your crackerjacks and sh** try to find the prize
But ain't no prize fool
Yeah you can get your a** bucked by a n***a fresh outta high school
Wit dialog to k** you like a hog
Chase you like a dog
Slit your throat and drink your blood like egg nog
And thats a still
Psychodrama, yeah that other sh**
Recognize b**h
ChiTown, ChiTown
Chorus 2x