[Verse 1:] uh He's meannnnnn and vicious I cant believe hes that rude To those stories those rhymes that jewel Then he put 'em on the floor like cat food And put 'em on the track like glue Then put 'em on your head like hat Hey back to you Lu black power Im just running with a barrel full of black powder With a hole in it, holdin it. Wheezin deep, breathin Running from the fire on the trail i keep leavin I cant shake it i swear its heat seekin I keep seekin somewhere to hide from it, duck and dive from it But it keep keepin up just when i think that ive done it It keep sneakin up Ohh leakin barrel of black powder how that flame keep reachin us Just one of the long-winded extended metaphors of Lu's This time I use an example of a fuse to demonstrate how i cant lose I would put it down but i cant due to the glue that i use the fuse everything together well i spilt some on my hands and God Damn i might have to carry this forever Well im crazy to the game till they bury me insane
[Chorus:]
There once was a boy that grew up on the west side of chicago Liked his hat to the left side Wasn't in a gang but he was prone to bang doing his thangg doin his thang There once was a boy that grew up on the west side of chicago Liked his hat to the left side Wasn't in a gang but he was known to bang like doing his thangg doin his thang
[Verse 2:] Truthfully I have trouble with second verses Cuz the first one be so intimidating It'd be bullyin' and pickin on it instigatin pointin out all the second ones limitations like you aint nothing but an imitation like bits of bacon then it gets the chorus and the beat to together then they gang up on him and get to hatin but then around the 8th bar he tires of their conspirin', comiseratin there he finds his inspiration to spar he takes a few seconds of judo lessons gets back on beat then punches the guitar they stand in awe like when did you write that That ain't even right black first verse already happened so he don' have a chance to fight back i like that Abagnale Junior check me you gon respect me aight track listen to em feelin himself swagger up and a few ad libs to back it up lets back it up i think youve had enough give me my mic back you aint even write that oh its like that? track stop pumpin till this nigga stop frontin yeah yeah now right back
[Chorus:] There once was a boy that grew up on the west side of chicago Liked his hat to the left side Wasn't in a gang but he was prone to bang doing his thangg doin his thang There once was a boy that grew up on the west side of chicago Liked his hat to the left side Wasn't in a gang but he was known to bang like doing his thangg doin his thang
[Verse 3:] Oh my god my perils in my odds I aint really here what you hear is a mirage This aint the delivery baby this is just Lamaze The ice cream and pickles, a tickle and a massage The King Arthur. Rhythm of the Night. El DeBarge the camoflague water in the distance loggin a camel to get there wit the quickness mean and vicious grinch who stole christmas and hid it in the garage there was a collage a barrage that brought all things that seemed keen to help this thing start jump jump, my battery charged im bout my green like string beans and beings from Mars Its a mean thing to be seen with ours got that ff homie im a young lil thriller i will resurrect homie come back for my killa in some disheveled apparel with that same leakin' barrel it's on!
[Chorus:] There once was a boy that grew up on the west side of chicago Liked his hat to the left side Wasn't in a gang but he was prone to bang doing his thangg doin his thang There once was a boy that grew up on the west side Of chicago Liked his hat to the left side Wasn't in a gang but he was known to bang like doing his thangg doin his thang