Trouble Man

[Produced by Chris Liggio & Juggaknots]

[Hook: sample with Scratches by D.J. Eskimo]
“Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga”
“Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga”
“Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga”
“Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga”
“Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga”
“Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga”
“Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga”

[Verse 1: Buddy Slim]
I declare war—the jaw becomes a rapid-fire weapon
If you’re stepping when you tries to get mine behind enemy lines
You become a sitting duck, well fuck
I ain’t giving ‘em I’m living trifle
The pen and pad becomes a 12-gauge rifle
This ain't no laughing matter
Step into this, you step in a minefield, your body scatters
Your people try picking up the pieces
But only corny niggas, the attack
From a brother like the Buddy never ceases
Without a moment of silence, the violence thickens
So if you ain’t got it together you’re slim pickings
Shorts and prisoners are never taken
If you’re faking, all the booty competition I’ma bag
Fuck a white flag
Get down and dirty like a brother in the trench
And leave a nigga dead and stinking as he wonder where the stench is
I’m busting clip after clip, my artillery
Of funk on a punk when you wanna test my shit

[Hook: sample with Scratches by D.J. Eskimo]
“Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga”
“Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga”
“Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga”
“Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga”
“Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga”
“Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga”
“Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga”

[Verse 2: Breeze Brewin]
Damn it to hell is it, I feel my brain swell like meningitis
With the slightest mind motion, giving 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 loving got the dome growing
With the biscuit in the oven shoving nothing 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 causing competition
Verbal miscarriage of the
Mental fetus, greet us with the rugged rhythm that I’m showing
I think I feel my water breaking, thus I’m flowing
Timing my contractions, concentrating on my breathing
Heaving curses at the father, yes, the funk
'Cause if I flunk, my shit ain’t living
Pushing, giving every bit of what I’m worth
And as the Brewin drops the lyrical, the miracle of birth

[Hook: sample with Scratches by D.J. Eskimo]
“Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga”
“Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga”
“Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga”
“Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga”
“Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga”
“Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga”
“Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga”

[Verse 3: Buddy Slim]
I be the sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga
A phony-motherfucker-gravedigger
I know this sounds rough but I had enough to funk
So pardon me, the heart of me
So if you corny, nigga, it’s like clogging up my artery
You cutting circulation, so now it’s do-or-die
Why niggas always trying to test my shit?
Only preservation of the funk is why I kick this
As I give a simple diagnosis of the sickness

[Verse 4: Breeze Brewin]
Now upon the fruits of my labor your ears feast
The beast from within is some shit, ain’t it?
The picture painted from the use of a noun and a verb
Might disturb—we makes you say, “Damn, that nigga’s crazy”
Well, if we crazed, deranged, well, then we fit in
If you say the world’s a normal place, who the fuck you kidding?
Your mind’s blind if you say you haven’t seen this
As I walk the fine line between insanity and genius

[Hook: sample with Scratches by D.J. Eskimo]
“Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga”
“Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga”
“Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga”
“Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga”
“Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga”
“Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga”
“Sick-ass brother, nasty-ass nigga”