[Bun B] I'm the one-man army: Bun B I've never been taken out I keep emcees breaking out I'll bring your real rap back and Taking the faking out I'm clearing all the bullshit out the way To make a vacant route OK, now let the real niggas roll through It's going for you new niggas and the old too It was some bullshit then and it's some bullshit now So I'm just tryna keep the bullshit down They say the rap game needs balance to keep it level Just like the EQ with the bass, mid, and treble And yeah that's true, but if you wanna point blame Just be careful about the motherfucking way you aim You blame radio, internet, and politics But see, we all really know it's just a pile of shit You not playing cause your music ain't hitting The people don't like you, stop hating, start quitting muthafucka!
[Hook - Bun B] You saying you the man, that's the key to you Because we knowing what you did and what you didn't do It's not the shit you say, It's the shit you not saying You know better, show better, step it up and stop playing Stop playing
[Royce] Niggas be lying, talking about they bust a heater Once I see him, they be more like Justin Bieber Leave it, my rivals under ground like SkyZoo's how I do I have em laying on the ground bleeding Butt naked with a bullet in his motherfuckin head Like Erykah Badu I find irony in being in the place where I'm wearing Gucci, mane, getting white boy wasted I tell a nigga break bread or take lead I'm trying to get rid of this weight: K-Fed Me and Bun got the gangsta bond We like that once-in-a-lifetime fame, to you that ain't prom I'm not a fan of no man, I'm not Stan Flow like Viagra, that's why they go "god damn!" I whip it up in the kitchen like pots and pans I'm godlike, when I'm praying I should stand
[Hook - Bun B]
[Redman] No rapper can rap quite like I can Now take your best-known rapper and make him my fan I'm the man homeboy, been running the block I make you say "Go Reggie" and do the wop, ha ha And I'm Doc, the niggas are hating My flow and your swag? It don't relate Cause I'm grrreat! Jewels like Frosted Flakes Light-skinned, just one shade darker than Drake I hold weight when the camera rolling It's like Golf how I got the US Open Nigga I'm nice, I see you scoping Think twice before you move that close in That's my dosage, call me tomorrow Look so fly when you call me a barber Everything I write, call me the author Baby I'm back, sorry I lost ya
Bun B’s song recorded in honor of reaching 400K followers on twitter…some trill shit here, trust me
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