BBU - BBU n' Phillip Mo lyrics

[Intro] BBU n' Phillip Mo Straight from the goal It's ya boi Epic signin' on (HUAH!) [Verse 1: Epic] Hi world, say hello to the bad guy (Hey) Some hatin', I don't even have to ask why (Why?) Get all my pharcyde sh**, let it pa** by Get all my QBP sh** and let the lead fly Viacom for hip-hop on standby Gucci Mayne (Ai!) a high self, yous a damn liar (Brrrrr!) We more than ice-drippers Hype hipsters Dime flippers Syrup sippers And fine pictures The radio ain't never been faithful So f** you and every slave that you paid for Unleash war on the industry we pourin' On these city streets You can picture epic, can you picture me? At the door of Viacom with firearms Negatin' alarms Minds said a young Saddam Grab the CEO and both his arms Take over your network , n***a, and bump this song [Verse 2: Illekt] I smoke daily, you can call me Richard(richer) I focus on the game trying to see the bigger picture These MCs playing double dutch I'm tryna be a fixture And you ain't round long enough for me to even miss ya I'm in the lab with my crew we whipping up the perfect mixture Just to hit you, with some of that ill scripture I'll be that rap virtuosso Lyrically Pica**o Blue-Collar certified Underground apostle Man I can't stop, no ain't gunning for the top, though Just want to rock flows, get some dough and shows you know I got those ‘Cause I'm a miracle child And I was never ‘sposed to stop rapping with these lyrical styles [Verse 3: Ja**on] Yes, yes, yo Oh hecky, no I think I want to kidnap Rush Limbaugh Take him for a ride to the South side Put him in a grand, drag in white sheet Watch him get beat to the white meat Declare might be dead but the children still alive So I sit and fantasize t-bags and we drive-bys It's that Border-line hate-rap Chi-town movement Raised by the backpack Take away this backpack rap, I might have to relapse Go back to rhyming, like f**er, you don't need that Here we here we go with my silly little flow But real, I want to ride, go home, and text (?) Make that f**er know what it means to be broke See that f**er's face when his condo get foreclosed See these stone-painted pictures Are failed Marxist p**n ‘Cause if I didn't, I wish I wasn't born [Phillip Mo] Yo I tell lies to focus groups and steer panels This stand alone antidotic clear channel The system doesn't work as advertised But still it works to satisfy its urgent appetite And the blow back happens as they work to pacify the beast (Rar) Compa**ion made a left it's swervin' past society next It couldn't pa** a sobriety test And the lyin' media tyrants help devise their cheap threats Force fed fear I don't care for dessert, brother Combat your fresh gear with a terror alert, color We juke upon the landmines Blackwater in haliburton, travellin' sands and workin' on their tanlines (US!) Consistently bickering over right and wrong (THEM!) While the bullsh** keeps moving right along It's bigger than hip-hop Bigger than dialogue So goodnight, and good luck Phillip signin' off