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    "Trouble Man" Lyrics


    I declare war
    The joy becomes a rappifyin' weapon
    If you step in
    When your draws get mobbed behind enemy lines
    You become a sittin' duck but fuck
    I ain't givin' 'em livin' trifle
    The pen and pad becomes a 12 gauge rifle
    This is no laughing matter
    Step into this you step in a minefield
    Your body's scattered
    You people drop pickin' up the pieces
    But only corny niggas

    The attack from a brotha like the Buddy never ceases
    Without a moment of silence the violence thickens
    So if you ain't got it together you slim pickings
    Shorts and prisoners are never taken
    If you fakin' all the booty competition
    I'm a bag fuck a white flag
    Get down and dirty like a brotha in the trench
    Leave a nigga dead and stinkin' as he wonders what his stench is
    I'm bustin' clip after clip
    My artillery will funk on the punk
    When ya want to test my shit

    Tell it to hell is it
    I feel my brain swell like meningitis
    With the slightest mind motion
    Givin' me the notion
    That I got it bad
    I think I got a brain tumor

    Brain rumor
    Such a pain to analyze the strain and then understand it
    The seed was planted
    That shit is ill but still
    The thought I'm lovin' got the dome growin'
    With the biscuit in the oven
    Shovin' nothin' but the nutrients
    My diet to support me
    A whiff of the spliff
    A guzzle of the forty to inspire fire thought
    To the mic there was marriage
    Causin' competition
    Verbal miscarriage of the mental fetus
    Greet us with the rugged rhythm then I'm showin'
    I think I feel my water breakin' thus I'm flowin'
    Timin' my contractions
    Concentratin' on my breathin'
    Heavin' curses at the father he has the funk

    'Cause if I flunk my shit ain't livin'
    Pushin' givin' every bit of what I'm worth
    And as the Brewin' drops the lyrical
    The miracle of birth

    I be the sick ass brotha, nasty ass nigga
    A phony motherfucker grave digga
    I know this sounds rough
    But I had enough to funk
    So part of me the heart of me
    So if you corny nigga
    It's like cloggin' up my artery
    You cuttin' circulation
    So now it's do or die
    While niggas always try to test my shit
    Only preservation of the funk is why I kick this
    As I give a simple diagnosis of the sickness

    Now upon the fruits of my labor
    Your ear feasts
    The beast from within
    It's some shit ain't it
    The picture painted
    From the use of a noun and a verb might disturb
    We make you say, "Damn that nigga's crazy"
    Well if we crazed, deranged well then we fittin'
    If you say the world's a normal place
    Who the fuck you kiddin'?
    Your mind's blind if you say you haven't seen this
    As I walk the fine line between insanity and genius
    This song was submitted on December 10th, 2013 and last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Marvin Gaye, Marvin P Gaye.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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