The Lone Gunmen (feat. Uncle Dan, Spoken Nerd, Max One & Kalvin Koolidge)

Aye, yo yo. We're just doing this Boys II Men style, just no cussing, right? Kickin' down the doors we the crew bringing the Ruckus Got that moral compass so I'm advocating justice For the loveless and the loved, rich and poor the weak and toughest We alone but we're together and together we some rough necks I'm less five-o, more type O-Negative I'm DIY eating homemade potato chips 8 bit simplish. Quit the quick label it's Dripping on my riches like tip toes on a drainage ditch You're drenched with the fix Click, click The mouse on my computer is the new pistol whip Attempted merger My belief is firmer than my grip On minced meat because the dream is murder I got that skin in the game not just talking fussing theory Others bull with the claims and act so cussing cheery Getting beery at the pub with my crew and all the rest Watchin' footy with a stout, hit up South by Southwest We are the lone gunmen, you should duck at the click We'll throw them bar stools, fisticuffs, mics, or a brick Solidarity and clarity when opposition strikes This is a lethal composition so I'm passin the mic I'm a noobie, ain't no shame, this is my first official verse But as a rookie in this game, man, I've never been served I said, "Chun, let's have some fun, but let's get it done right" He said, "Dan, just make a plan, don't bring a mic to a pun fight" Been writing raps since '92, you better recognize So I made a batch of songs with trend setter kinda guys Blue skies be telling lies, letters are in disguise I'll be riding fledgling waves until the day of my demise I literally believe that Adam and Eve were the first to be To breathe to believe and be deceived Call me simple-minded But there's nothing simple inside it I complicate the most basic statement Rearrange it, then erase Solo: I'm okay But with brethren: I'm blazing We are the lone gunmen, you should duck at the click We'll throw them bar stools, fisticuffs, mics, or a brick Solidarity and clarity when opposition strikes This is a lethal composition so I'm passin the mic There's not a lot I won't do for my brothers in arms There's not a thing I won't brew to do our livers some harm Sometimes the strength is in the few while many alarm The higher ups in the pews watching over the farm I be that living paradox, I bless and I throw rocks Eternal member in this mess but I'm counting down the clocks I rocked suburb malls, the underground and into the boondocks Freshest sound you found around, plus I'm ancient Orthodox Too Kool to Kal, international I rage on stage then take a bow I'm from the Ville, don't test my skill Oh, you think I won't, best believe I will I gotta mean streak, a machine freak Like a teen beat, I'm keeping knees weak I can go all night, I can go all day Only go one way, where you at, Chunjay? Rough necks on the mic & we shaking suckas down Fools be catching wreck, we walk off with their crowns Royal Ruckus rock it right and we did it with the clowns? Hip-hop, kids, and puppies brought that music to your towns I've run the rat race and I've walked on my hands Watched Chun eat tortillas while I hiked the Badlands While you're strolling on the trail daydreaming that you're slick My hustle'll close the gap like my name was Scott Jurek Wait dude, who the heck is Scott Jurek? Scott Jurek, man, he won the Western States 100 seven consecutive years. You told me to rap about what I know! Ughh Dude, what? So tacos are hip-hop but running stats aren't? Do you have any idea how hard it was to rhyme "Scott Jurek"? Whatever, man