Shh. Woo. Buc 5'9.
Hook:
Walkin' down a dead end street
I saw you walkin' down a dead end street
You can't cross me
Walkin' down a dead end street
I saw you walkin' down a dead end street
f**in' wit me
Walkin' down a dead end street
I saw you walkin' down a dead end street
k**in' tonight
Verse 1:
"It's not necessary to lay a foul tongue on me, my friend."
That only leads to dead ends. Tu' comprende, comprehend?
I'm a human warhead
Please mercy, you know better
f** the Khan with the knowledge of wealth that I'ma shed
"Break bread, d**h breeds money.", Bucfusius said
But I ain't gonna die alone. I put somebody to bed
I ain't Sylvester, but I'm still a looooone young Judge Dread
And to the streets I plead:
Down with the hardest of heads
Call me, 'Bucky The Kid' or 'Buctradamus'
'King Buc', for short or 'King Buc and Common'
Campaign bucanomics
s**a free street movement are bionic
High power, supersonic, movin' faster than comets
Indian hit Dr. Shaman worth my weight in the diamonds
Plus I'll make you die, man
Hook
Verse 2:
I leave trails of bullet shells
Like Hansel & Gretel
Did with the bread
But except instead
To get home I follow the path of the dead
Puttin' lt back together like Smooth B & Ray
Retarded kids are smarter, kid. I'm sick in the head
Christopher Reevein' n***as was the way I was bred (he he)
Slidin' on fools like Jamaican bobsleds
Make rastas dread
Grab heat from tool shed
And these are the straps that I manifest
I'm waitin' to catch wreck on all you f**heads
Mission's at the continent
With the usual suspects that you can't neglect
Get real with or play chess
I take showers in my pants, more luck than Irish
Why you jam like tecs?
I'm taxin' like the IRS
Signin' out, Buc, but again: adios, god bless
MC's was a better remake
Hook
k**in' technology
I call lt bucnology