[Bun B]
I'm the one-man army, Bun B
I've never been taken out
I keep emcees breaking out
I'm bringing real rap back and
Taking the faking out
I'm clearing all the bullsh** out the way
To make a vacant route
OK, now let the real n***as roll through
It's going for you new n***as and the old too
It was some bullsh** then and it's some bullsh** now
So I'm just tryna keep the bullsh** down
They say the rap game needs balance to keep it level
Just like the EQ with the ba**, mid, and treble
And yeah that's true but if you wanna point blame
Just be careful about the motherf**ing way you aim
You blame radio, internet, and politics
But see, we all really know it's just a pile of sh**
You not playing cause your music ain't hitting
The people don't like you, stop hating, start quitting muthaf**a
[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 sh** you say, It's the sh** you not saying
You know better, show better, step it up and stop playing
Stop playing
[Verse 2: Royce]
n***as be lying, talking about they bust a heater
Once I see him, they be more like Justin Bieber
Leave it, my rivals underground like SkyZoo's how I do
I have em laying on the ground bleeding
bu*t naked with a bullet in his motherf**ing 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 n***a 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 the prom
I'm not a fan of no man, I'm not Stan
Flow like Niagra, that's why they go, God damn
I whip it up in the kitchen like pots and pans
I'm God-like, when I'm praying I should stand
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Redman]
No rapper can rap quite like I can
Now take your best-known rapper and make him a 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 n***as 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
n***a 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 you
[Hook]