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 fuck
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 niggas
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 fuck a white flag
Get down and dirty like a brotha in the trench
Leave a nigga 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 shit

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 analyze the strain and then understand it
The seed was planted
That shit 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 shit 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 ass brotha, nasty ass nigga
A phony motherfucker 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 nigga
It's like cloggin' up my artery
You cuttin' circulation
So now it's do or die
While niggas always try to test my shit
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 shit ain't it
The picture painted
From the use of a noun and a verb might disturb
We make you say, "Damn that nigga's crazy"
Well if we crazed, deranged well then we fittin'
If you say the world's a normal place
Who the fuck you kiddin'?
Your mind's blind if you say you haven't seen this
As I walk the fine line between insanity and genius