Lyrics
It’s safe to say not many people know me,
Back in the day went by L-O-G-I-C,
To this day Will C still make fun of me,
He used to bless my mic in 2 double 0 three,
I’m trying to tell you, been around in the game,
The BUNKS rock the underground, we control the reigns of…
(ONE MIC!)
For seven years we’ve been building this house,
Working quiet like a mouse, got no time for a spouse,
I’m a full time daddy, I’m going to tell you like it is,
Jayden Paul, he’s my kid, he’ll inherit my biz,
I’m an entrepreneur; I’m going to get it for sure,
Cause I’m sick of being broke and I’m looking for a cure,
I took my student loans and I copped me some work,
I wont’ tell you what I did, but I’ll tell you cops are jerks,
More like pricks on power trips who can’t get touched,
I didn’t do too much but everything you hear in rap songs,
I’ve done done, it was so much fun,
But now those times are over, getting back to the music,
My passion got a grip so I have to choose it,
Tired of dodging undercovers every time I made a move,
So it’s back to making beats till I perfect my groove,
Think BUNKS In Ya Trunk when we shake the room,
We’re tired of being ignored, we’re tired of hearing the snores,
We’re tired of turning on the radio and hearing the whores,
I want to bring back the bangers like Fugees – The Score,
Rakim, B.I.G., and so many more.
Stepped in this game, early age, collecting change,
Breaking away from these parental chains,
Blockades and mirror mazes don’t mean a thing,
When highways widen, I’m going to shake your brain,
Lyrical Novocain is in my blood veins,
Switching styles, also, lane to lane,
First learned to drive in a Cuttie Supreme,
Brown Sugar’s the name,
Cruising down 96 East, Edelbrock 350 unleashed,
Then we head to the spot, yea that’s my mom’s crib,
One Mic Studios upstairs,
A new occurrence wasn’t rare,
Beats played all night, every day, I was there,
Sponged up music, arrangement not crucial,
Unless you commute to or speed through a funeral,
The BUNKS you can’t chew through.
Gro will take it to the days of “Yes Ya’llin”,
I don’t’ care what they say, I ain’t got to be ballin’,
I’m just here to hold it down for my crew,
Keep the world spinning, make it do what it do,
Fresh white sneaks with the Ray-Bans on,
When you see Gro coming, you know I’m in the zone,
The radio is killing me; that other sh** is wack,
Time for taking breaks are over, the BUNKS are coming back.
