Bossman Birdie - Bison 2 lyrics

[Verse 1: Bossman Birdie] Watch close for the fake and devious Act like they don’t know you Whenever the opps wanna try make features Some Judas, a pree dis Can’t catch me We’re not sleepers On job can’t give man the jeepers I’ll run up on you on the creepers And duppy that like my features Spit truth when you hear me through the speakers Bloodline – I’m my brother’s keepers Same man I used to go on eats with Same man I used to bun down heat with Same man I used to bust that heat with I won’t say too much cah dem tings secrets Try and ride this wave you’ll get sea sick Nuff man talk bout trap but ain’t seen it (wasteman) Man are shepherds not sheep I told them you won’t catch me, I lead Man don’t deal in deceipt Man-a-man’s a winner and that Man don’t deal in defeat Everything I touch I fleek Turn your girl to a freak She won’t come back Won’t want to leave Cause you ain’t one of these Dem man ah all wannabes I am the source Tell them man get lost They’re all washed They’re not us Just when you think I fell off Come through with the top off (shining) They thought they were the boss Still ain’t paid that cost Still ain’t took no loss (no loss) Man’s trying to rise to the top like froth Cut from a different cloth (different) You’re not a boss cause you’re wearing Hugo Don’t give a sh**e who you know Let off the ting Kick back worse than judo All this talk about trap They ain’t got a clue though I’ve been wicked on mics before you were new though S-So I don’t care about your two flows Only bad when them man in the studio Man better cool though Send man Gangster’s Paradise, Coolio Don’t know who dem man trying to fool though All that fugazi ain’t cool bro Man better act like they all know Take your side chick make two p**no Fling on the mask, start move like Zorro Dem man are doughnuts, sweet like churro Man a chase pounds and man a make euro And that’s a plural Wicked on mic from a fifteen year old Man have been up and man have been real low But man still glow Cah man’s trill though Sick with the verse Yeah yeah that’s the ill flow N17 where the mandem still sho Kick down doors like man a wear steel-toe These MC’s ain’t built how I’m built though Dem man are fakes, dicks, dil*os Bossman Bossy Faze Miyaki