[Buckshot]. Call me hits and say jack cause I get no punani. Flippin' a script leaving the sucker ducks behind me. I'm a threat to poetry you know it's me. When you see brothers running around here now Duck Down. Here comes the Buckshot Shorty. Swingin' tracks with more rhythm and blues then Berry Gordy. Doing damage when I vanish an MC and picture the dream. I'm a warrior not Freddy Kruger Part Three. Slap that wack shit you can face your arraignment. Life I think you need some edutainment. Try to slave my mind frame you catch a spazasm. Damn I feel good like a long awaited orgasm. I blow up like a nigga who doing life in jail. But failed kick back and drink an L. Yeah I'm the man that control with this. Run with a crew and in my mind I'm a soloist. I don't walk but verbally break x. That's why I got nuff respect in this profession. But all punk sucker ducks still don't know the answer. to the question. [Chorus x2: Buckshot]. How we gonna fuck it up? (Yo it's fucked up). How we gonna fuck it up? (Yo it's fucked up). How we gonna fuck it up? (Yo it's fucked up). How we gonna fuck it up? (Yo it's fucked up). [Buckshot]. Here I come with the mic in my right. To get paid plus raid the lime light. For any MC that's so called gets the props. I rock hip hop non stop to give nots. I'm the man the original. Straight from Crown Heights my life's subliminal. Make my mark then spark intellect you'll find. And give insight to the blind. I manifest the best when I step through. Five deadly styles but I don't do kung fu. Give me the tool and I go buckwild. Bitches and niggaz on my dick because I'm versatile. So if you bite I'll ignite the dynamite. Battle words and battles gone but I'm not that type. But I get hype when I write to a format. Produced by Evil Dee so now it's all that. Watch your back cause I attack. And if you ain't down with Beatminerz your. wig-wig-wack. [Chorus x2]. [Buckshot]. Lyrical genius mic Mr. Wonderful. I grab the mic and make it turn like a run-do. Known to poetic to terrorize listen. This is a call to other mc's time to televise. A smooth black brother on the rap scene. Doing my best to manifest to the fiend. That I can finesse and excel beyond any dope. Guaranteed to turn the party out. I light shit up like a professional mob hit. No competition cause the rest is garbage. Yeah I'm not the one to get played. So back up off my dick before I spark my renegade. Lyrical melodies are chosen. I revise the travel cause the rest had 'em dozin'. Off I'm the boss don't forget it. When I rip it and stick it manifest to the wicked. And wow I don't smile when I catch wreck. Fuck the body blows I'm going straight for the neck. [Chorus x2]