The Lone Gunners - Bugz, Louis Logic

They say you die alone, wake up right at home

Close your sleepy eyes and roll into the great wide unknown

That’s why I don’t sleep through the night

I leave my light aglow, writing notes to places that I’d like to go

Carry a lighter load than in my yesteryear

Cause I left the fear I kept inside behind like an empty beer

I’m so grateful mother nature

Cause I’m my own label, stubborn agent, and engineer

I’m both playful and hateful, which makes me

Just about the most able stallion in the whole stable

Gallant with the talent, with that says I won’t wait til

The rap scene gets pissed away like your old cradle

I’m Old Faithful when I spout out the mouth

And bring the rainfall down on your house

The louder you shout for help

The more you cowards’ll doubt yourself

Most rap fans are Batman without the belt

Not braves, standard hip hop slaves

Never take advantage of the canvas that god gave

My curse is that I’m diverse and got flavor

Passed on by birth, so I can’t fix my odd ways

Why would I try to?

Change me and deny you

I’m too lost in the cause of trying to find truth

Undenied proof that there’s still reason to run and buy tunes

As long as there’s still someone like Lou

I dance to the beat of my own drummer

Advanced on the beach as a lone gunner

The strong branch on the old spruce

So it should come as no wonder how I stand on my own two

Yo, check it, understand I know my place

I never hesitate or waste

I simply demonstrate and lace the style

With thoughts of grace …

And hold my own, and only

When I’m at home up on the stage alone

Enraged inside a poem, I’m zoning out

I’m holding on to moments, indulging you

But I love it, and what I love

Is destroying the wack opponents,

I live it, I give it a little bit of this driven energy

I’m in it just to win it, I

Follow my own plans, stand on my own, I’m my own man

Yeah.

of the program?

Nah

A lone gunner,

Some of the funner numbers

That I’ll have you huming in the summer

To sum it up, some of us are just plain capable

While other microphone fiends scream plain breakable

Brake and pull away from the fake lane, let it go

Let 'em know today so the game don’t take a fall

Yeah, yo, I walk, through the valley

Of the battles and fresh, I shall fear no feeble

Louis Logic and Bugz, the lone gunners

Putting suckers to rest

Soon to be napping, there ain’t no usual scrapping

We got the …

…absentminded

…But now it’s in my possession

To murder wack emcees stepping, I let 'em have it

A lone gunner with ease

Hesitate to take a shot, you’ll maybe succeed

Yeah, Bugz, Louis Logic

(LL: tell 'em Bugz)

LL: Louis Logic and Bugz