Buggin’ Out 09 - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Consequence]

Yo! Microphone check, 1, 2, what is this?

Cons took a check from every boss in the business

You can't be mad at me, thanks for having me

I'm from the same borough as Mobb Deep and Tragedy

Might be on Chelsea Lately because of all the fame

So I spit a little game, maybe let her wear the chain

Because styles upon styles upon styles is what I have

I'm dropping 20,000 when I'm up on 5th Ave

I wear Dior sneakers 'cause the boy's getting cash

And when we in the club, yeah, I swing a Louis rag

When it comes to the devils, I'm not a half-stepper

To pass weed is speedier than graffiti on the leather

Refuse to compete with B.S. competition

That couldn't get signed if they had a petition

I never walk the streets thinking it's all about me

But I know niggas scheming, so it's under the seat

I just try my best not to dumb on out

A Tribe with the Cons, so you must be buggin' out

Yo, a few new stations put me in rotation

They've embraced the martian—congratulations

Now my knots is too, too thick

Broskis running up asking me to do their favourite hit

With finesse, spit a verse and occasionally, I blurt out

I'll strike a chord, and you can thank the Lord

As I go in between ('Tween) the glitz and the glam (Glam)

Listen my submission is the wishes of the fam-o

As a segway, I am alone

I'm chilling with mine, and you should go and get your own

Smoking my weed because it's therapy for me

When everything seems bleak 'cause the devils I foresee

You, me, I, fly

You can't be me because your flow is too shy

I know I'd be the man if I could cold pull the plug on the AutoTune

But I can't and that's bug

Buggin' out, buggin' out, buggin' out, you're buggin' out

Tribe— Tribe with the Cons, so you must be buggin' out

Buggin' out, buggin' out, buggin' out, you're buggin' out

Tribe— Tribe with the Cons, so you must be buggin' out