Juggaknots - Trouble Man lyrics

I declare war The joy becomes a rappifyin' weapon If you step in When your draws get mobbed behind enemy lines You become a sittin' duck but f** I ain't givin' 'em livin' trifle The pen and pad becomes a 12 gauge rifle This is no laughing matter Step into this you step in a minefield Your body's scattered You people drop pickin' up the pieces But only corny n***as The attack from a brotha like the Buddy never ceases Without a moment of silence the violence thickens So if you ain't got it together you slim pickings Shorts and prisoners are never taken If you fakin' all the booty competition I'm a bag f** a white flag Get down and dirty like a brotha in the trench Leave a n***a dead and stinkin' as he wonders what his stench is I'm bustin' clip after clip My artillery will funk on the punk When ya want to test my sh** Tell it to hell is it I feel my brain swell like meningitis With the slightest mind motion Givin' me the notion That I got it bad I think I got a brain tumor Brain rumor Such a pain to an*lyze the strain and then understand it The seed was planted That sh** is ill but still The thought I'm lovin' got the dome growin' With the biscuit in the oven Shovin' nothin' 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 Causin' competition Verbal miscarriage of the mental fetus Greet us with the rugged rhythm then I'm showin' I think I feel my water breakin' thus I'm flowin' Timin' my contractions Concentratin' on my breathin' Heavin' curses at the father he has the funk 'Cause if I flunk my sh** ain't livin' Pushin' givin' every bit of what I'm worth And as the Brewin' drops the lyrical The miracle of birth I be the sick a** brotha, nasty a** n***a A phony motherf**er grave digga I know this sounds rough But I had enough to funk So part of me the heart of me So if you corny n***a It's like cloggin' up my artery You cuttin' circulation So now it's do or die While n***as always try to test my sh** Only preservation of the funk is why I kick this As I give a simple diagnosis of the sickness Now upon the fruits of my labor Your ear feasts The beast from within It's some sh** ain't it The picture painted From the use of a noun and a verb might disturb We make you say, "Damn that n***a's crazy" Well if we crazed, deranged well then we fittin' If you say the world's a normal place Who the f** you kiddin'? Your mind's blind if you say you haven't seen this As I walk the fine line between insanity and genius