[Verse 1]

Mix a pound of underground, a cup of Buck

A fifth of some 9th Wonder for the DJ to cut

As he spin it when it comes to the formula

Son I'm warning ya

They saw me 'cause I [?] hot shit

My 9 spit

Glory, what

All that fame shit ain't shit

Same shit as the last niggas who spit past hits, bastard

Who ain't have a father figure

So you was raised like a bitch on some "don't bother a nigga"

Me, I'm the Neo for my people on this Matrix shit

Music got my people like "nah, I can't take this shit"

Never the mess, call me the stress reliever

I'm glad to be a nigga in my position, you tryin' to see us

'Cause now, you like "wow,

Can I be down with Duckdown & Bucktown, I'm kinda stuck now, help me out"

Nope, it's too late for you, make sure you

Keep makin' them records 'till the day you spoil

Me, I'm straight, I'm here on the map

My little brother is strapped

My big dogs got my back

And listen up, [?]

On the ultimate, this is Buck-shot

When I come with the shit

I'm underground



[Ad-libs]

This is for you, this is for you, you, and you and you right there

Listen up now

See we back on the map

Buckshot, Little Brother is strapped

New York, to North Ca', all across the map

Recognize that the boss is back

Fuck that, whoa, yeah, uh

Boot Camp, BCC, Justus League, another one!

You know how we do it

Yeah, this album right here is for all you MC's and you producers out there

Learn your lesson