[Buc Fifty]

Yeah, from the top I don't think they know But as if you didn't know by now: L Brothers, Swollen Members, Buc Fifty, T to Be Fam It never stops There's too many ducks in the game now it's about time we evaporate all you motherfuckers for real No doubt, we love to spit the real We love to spit the real

[Buc Fifty]

Blind fanatics, attack rhymes leave damage,
And foes to oppose, Cut Father
Didn't manage to erase me out the game
SouthEast 6 1 9 battle veteran
In a competition I victimize
Word spray, ghetto word play,
Take shit back to the days of K Day
Ready rock, Babylon to test non-stop,
World domination, fuck curb-servin blocks
South Pacific, scientific cause panic,
Spit lines terrific, no surprise, see I planned it
You homosexual rap cats can scratch that,
Don't play for gays, fake thugs, fake ways
Thoughts i generate and never scared to stop spittin,
Don't hear nothin but the music I'm ???
L Brothers: ever-evolvin, ducks fallin,
Into rhyme re-lapse, these record tracks
Mad Child blaze, spittin real on top,
In memory of Rob-1 'cause ya can't be stopped

[Chorus - scratching the following variations of a cut]
[Cut Father]
Just get down, and go for mine,
1 2, and run down the line
Just get down, and run down the line
Just get down 1 2

[Madchild]

Swingin the axe Bringing the pain while I'm bringin the facts,
Keep climbin 'cause I'm workin while these others relax
Rippin tracks from Cut Father don't bather half-steppin,
Mad Child and Buc Fifty: that's three deadly weapons
Reppin the west, staplin the maple leafe to my chest,
That sixteen bars between bars and stripes
Used to go to malls and fight, now I stay up all night,
Thinking Mappin out my future 'cause my family's tight
We keep it thorough We get inside your head just like a neurosurgeon,
To some my origin is discouragin,
No fade in this Canadian hurricane keep flourishin
Doubt this? Hows this: I put my money where my mouth is,
Joust from North to South You don't know anything about this
Partner startin a label, able to rock but unstable,
Terrifying talents of the mentally unbalanced,
King of skull-crushing confusion that welcomes any challenge

[Chorus]

[Buc Fifty]

I can hand-cuff lightning, throw thunder in jail,
Hold tornadoes in the palm of both hands when thy bail
Full fatal and ??? bomb, I am phenominal,
If I laid on train tracks I'd make that shit de-rail
Hold still, I'm so I'll i make medicine sick,
Kill a ??? my head split wild plan with this
Style until i feel well and done with it
You a broke wrist rapper with a fruit-flavoured packer
Jimmy on the breath sugar footed crew that backed ya
Gimme a reason to step, I'm drinkin booze and jack jackers,
Back mackers, out-act actors, stack up stature,
Textual factors, while I keep the wack wacker

[Chorus]