Go For Mine

[Buc Fifty] Yeah, from the top. I don't think they know. But as if you didnt 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. its about time we evaporate all you motherf**kers 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 Didnt 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, f**k curb-servin blocks. South Pacific, scientific cause panic, Spit lines terrific, no surprise, see I planned it. You homos*xual rap cats can scratch that, Don't play for gays, fake thugs, fake ways. Thoughts i generate and never scared to stop spittin, Dont 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 cant 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 dont bather half-steppin, Mad Child and Buc Fifty: thats 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 dont 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 ill 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]