Def Bars Intro by Tenn Buick Lyrics
Yo...it's Tenn Buick
I'm a product of the legends and I’m salvagin' the legacy
Any rapper testin' me will never get the best of me
I could turn the tides like the Battle of the Chesapeake
Cause I perfect the craft like a mac and cheese recipe
You don’t want with it with me son, you not ready
Bebop is my boy, on the mic I rock steady
I’m here to bring the ruckus, makin' noise like a poltergeist
If you sold your album for a penny, it’d be overpriced
Make these MC's bleed when I hold a mic
T-E-double-N, I ride flows like motorbikes
Uh, from freestyles to writtens
They trippin' when I spit, and when the bass get to kickin'
I'mma fuck these pussies up like I’m 'bout to put the dick in
And I give it to you raw, why they screamin' what the Dickens?
I’m a tale of two cities, that’s New York to LA
Crimes across state lines, yo fuck what the feds say
I'll destroy your whole squad while you're jet-setting
I could have this whole bitch lookin' like the red wedding
Call me Ken Jennings, got these rappers all in jeopardy
I'm comin' in aggressively, these lyrics are my weaponry
You green eggs and ham motherfuckers be the enemy
I do not want them Sam I am, you rappers all Yosemite
I start a revolution, get those motherfuckers overthrown
Trigger finger itchin', I'mma need some fuckin' Cortizone
See another body drop every time the bass kicks
Get your fuckin' face kicked, I bring it back to basics
Rappers couldn’t see me with 20/20 Lasik
Y'all be on that lame shit, I been up out the matrix
If you need a red pill, I sell 'em by the dozen
Man that shit'll get you buzzin', that’s why everybody love 'em
I done took a few already, and I’m up, am I ready? Hell
Send my shit to Funk Flex all the way to Felli Fel
Time to bring the real flava back from the gully
The mic’s my best friend, you could call a brother Sully
Cause I'm a fuckin' monster, and if you care to disagree
I'll turn your whole career into a fuckin' murder mystery
Got 'em like a bunch of deer caught up in the headlights
I did it in the library with a fuckin' lead pipe
Get your head right, you ain't got a clue
Like if Velma went missing in an episode of Scooby-Doo
Yo...it's Tenn Buick
I'm a product of the legends and I’m salvagin' the legacy
Any rapper testin' me will never get the best of me
I could turn the tides like the Battle of the Chesapeake
Cause I perfect the craft like a mac and cheese recipe
You don’t want with it with me son, you not ready
Bebop is my boy, on the mic I rock steady
I’m here to bring the ruckus, makin' noise like a poltergeist
If you sold your album for a penny, it’d be overpriced
Make these MC's bleed when I hold a mic
T-E-double-N, I ride flows like motorbikes
Uh, from freestyles to writtens
They trippin' when I spit, and when the bass get to kickin'
I'mma fuck these pussies up like I’m 'bout to put the dick in
And I give it to you raw, why they screamin' what the Dickens?
I’m a tale of two cities, that’s New York to LA
Crimes across state lines, yo fuck what the feds say
I'll destroy your whole squad while you're jet-setting
I could have this whole bitch lookin' like the red wedding
Call me Ken Jennings, got these rappers all in jeopardy
I'm comin' in aggressively, these lyrics are my weaponry
You green eggs and ham motherfuckers be the enemy
I do not want them Sam I am, you rappers all Yosemite
I start a revolution, get those motherfuckers overthrown
Trigger finger itchin', I'mma need some fuckin' Cortizone
See another body drop every time the bass kicks
Get your fuckin' face kicked, I bring it back to basics
Rappers couldn’t see me with 20/20 Lasik
Y'all be on that lame shit, I been up out the matrix
If you need a red pill, I sell 'em by the dozen
Man that shit'll get you buzzin', that’s why everybody love 'em
I done took a few already, and I’m up, am I ready? Hell
Send my shit to Funk Flex all the way to Felli Fel
Time to bring the real flava back from the gully
The mic’s my best friend, you could call a brother Sully
Cause I'm a fuckin' monster, and if you care to disagree
I'll turn your whole career into a fuckin' murder mystery
Got 'em like a bunch of deer caught up in the headlights
I did it in the library with a fuckin' lead pipe
Get your head right, you ain't got a clue
Like if Velma went missing in an episode of Scooby-Doo
Yo...it's Tenn Buick