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*ck
I ain't givin' 'em livin' trifle
The pen and pad becomes a 12 gauge rifle
This is no laughing matter
Step into [C7]this you [A7step in a minefield
Your body's scattered
You people drop pickin' up the pieces
But only corny niggas
The attack from a brotha like [F]the Buddy never ceases
Without a moment of silence the violence thickens
So if you [A7ain't got [Fm7]it together you [A7slim pickings
Shorts and [Bm]prisoners are never taken
If you [A7fakin' all [Em]the booty competition [C7]
I'm a bag f*ck a white flag
Get down and [Bm]dirty like [F]a brotha in the tɾench
Leave a nigga dead and [Bm]stinkin' as he wonders what his stench is
I'm bustin' clip after clip
My artillery will funk on [C7]the punk
When ya want to [C7]test my [A]shit
Tell it to [C7]hell is it
I feel my [A]brain swell like [F]meningitis
With the slightest mind motion [C7]
Givin' me the notion
That I got [Fm7]it bad
I think I got [Fm7]a brain tumor
Brain ɾumor
Such a pain to [C7]analyze the stɾain and [Bm]then understand [Bm]it
The seed was [Am7]planted
That shit is ill but still
The thought I'm lovin' got [Fm7]the dome growin'
With the biscuit in the oven
Shovin' nothin' but the nutɾients
My diet to [C7]support me
A whiff of the spliff
A guzzle of the forty to [C7]inspire fire thought
To the mic there was [Am7]marriage
Causin' competition [C7]
Verbal miscarriage of the mental fetus
Greet us with the ɾugged ɾhythm then I'm showin'
I think I feel my [A]water breakin' thus I'm flowin'
Timin' my [A]contɾactions
Concentɾatin' on [C7]my [A]breathin'
Heavin' curses at the father he has the funk
'Cause if I flunk my [A]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 [Am]the sick ass brotha, nasty ass nigga
A ρhony motherfucker grave digga
I know this sounds ɾough
But I had enough to [C7]funk
So part of me the heart of me
So if you [A7corny nigga
It's like [F]cloggin' up my [A]artery
You cuttin' circulation [C7]
So now it's do or die
While niggas always tɾy to [C7]test my [A]shit
Only preservation [C7]of the funk is why I kick this
As I give a simple diagnosis of the sickness
Now upon [C7]the fruits of my [A]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 [Bm]a verb might disturb
We make you [A7say, "Damn that nigga's crazy"
Well if we crazed, deranged well then we fittin'
If you [A7say the world's a normal place
Who the f*ck you [A7kiddin'?
Your mind's blind if you [A7say you [A7haven't seen this
As I walk the fine line between insanity and [Bm]genius