[Intro]
BKI (Big Kids Incorporated)
BKI (Big Blaze Ya Dead Homie)
BKI (Jamie Madrox, yo, yo, yo)
BKI (Let 'em know)
[Verse 1: Jamie Madrox]
These rap cats wanna do me
Pull they trigger, watch they bullets flow right through me
I'm not [?] competition 'cause I don't represent what they do
But I'm competent to when a wise guy's a fool
And you a puss ass, you ain't got no game or cash
With little to no tellin' with your weak rhymin' ass
Go on and blast, and for your sake, I hope you hit
'Cause if you leave me alive, I'ma snuff you, bitch
Worry about me? You should worry about them skills
And then you wouldn't have to flip them burgers to pay bills
And you wouldn't havе to hate on motherfuckers likе me
For trying to get on and grab a piece of the industry
I'm knee-deep in the trenches, you ain't know
If they talkin' hard, cock the hammer back and let it go
Said I'm knee-deep in the trenches, you ain't know
Cock the hammer back and let the fucker go
[Chorus]
(Blam, blam) Here it is, here it comes, it's another one (Blam)
Put up your big guns, (Blam) cover your ear drums (Blam, blam)
Here it is, here it comes, it's another one (Blam)
Put up your big guns, (Blam) cover your ear drums (Blam, blam)
Here it is, here it comes, it's another one (Blam)
Put up your big guns, (Blam) cover your ear drums (Blam, blam)
Here it is, here it comes, it's another one (Blam)
Put up your big guns, (Blam) cover your ear drums (Blam, blam)
[Verse 2: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
[?], and I waste no time
When I'm on the microphone, I blast off like a nine
And ambush any suckers out to raid my camp
But this is BKI, and we've been around like food stamps
You can't even match a third of my skills
So we both know you [?]
And the shit you spit on record is irrelevant, son
How many people really coppin' the [?] with the diamonds in 'em
You played yourself, and your crew is suspect
Or should I say they just target practice for my musket
They just weak, and if they speak again, I'll slap 'em
So hard that they mama won't even know what happened
Gotta teach 'em repercussions [?] out the mouth
We'll see you in a pine box, never gettin' out
When you talk, you best to get your shit correct and
We paid dues in this bitch, we earned the right to be respected
[Chorus]
(Blam, blam) Here it is, here it comes, it's another one (Blam)
Put up your big guns, (Blam) cover your ear drums (Blam, blam)
Here it is, here it comes, it's another one (Blam)
Put up your big guns, (Blam) cover your ear drums (Blam, blam)
Here it is, here it comes, it's another one (Blam)
Put up your big guns, (Blam) cover your ear drums (Blam, blam)
Here it is, here it comes, it's another one (Blam)
Put up your big guns, (Blam) cover your ear drums (Blam, blam)
[Verse 3: Jamie Madrox]
I've been wondering what the fuck they be talking about
Open they mouth and the words be falling right out
Hard as cement and twice as ignorant
Looking to start shit on account of their disappointment
It ain't my fault, plus what you got to be mad about?
You the one top ten with thirty K in your mouth
I'm the one underground and just feeling it out
[?] while you're rocking the shows
Inside, I'm outside with mixtapes and furious cuts
Twelve tracks of the fat man for ten bucks
Yeah, that's what's up, I'm him, and it's dope
Play it in your ride when you smoke, you'll be sold
I'm old, but not in the sense of the real word
I'm just meaning I ain't new to the curb, I'm like herb
Put some smoke in the air and just bump that
And keep your mind on your music if that's where your heart's at
[Chorus]
(Blam, blam) Here it is, here it comes, it's another one (Blam)
Put up your big guns, (Blam) cover your ear drums (Blam, blam)
Here it is, here it comes, it's another one (Blam)
Put up your big guns, (Blam) cover your ear drums (Blam, blam)
Here it is, here it comes, it's another one (Blam)
Put up your big guns, (Blam) cover your ear drums (Blam, blam)
Here it is, here it comes, it's another one (Blam)
Put up your big guns, (Blam) cover your ear drums (Blam, blam)
[Outro]
Original BKI
That's right, BKI
Big Kids Incorporated
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