F'ck It Up - 12" Version

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
 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)
 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
 Watch your back, cause I attack
 And if you ain't down with Beatminerz, your
 wig-wig-wack
 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