Put Ya Boots On

Ah shit, they done gave me a chance to rock the goddamn mic

Yeah, y'all, I'm in the house, I got my boots on

I'm the brigadier Juno Mac, Jimmy The Kingpen

1013 Jimmy Jive The Joke Fiend

We got my man BK in the house

Sugar Ray, Warm Prince Shabazz and the God Sha Born

We got our boots on, and we 'bout ready to go to war

Kick it

The pressure is on, so back up or get cold fucked up

'Cause I'm a trooper that shines and you're a duck

Servin' **** one by one 'til there's none left

Then I'ma take a second just to catch my breath

But when I get back, money grip, things remain the same

The only difference is I got more game

And I'm strapped, stompin' on a sucker that violate

Before you try to wreck, you better put on some weight

'Cause I'm like nice on the mic when I demonstrate

A style kickin' wicked and wild at a swift rate

That's all that, cook it up and it's comin' back

Just like a basehead when he's fiendin' for crack

I rock rough rhymes, ready made over dope track

With real world rhythms and lay 'em down on wax

For you to recognize I'm not the one to be fuckin' with

I'm rollin' with a posse and my shit is legit

No holes barred, the black man that's God

And then I find myself, it's Sugar Ray and I'm hard

So put your boots on and tie 'em up real tight

'Cause the Double XX Posse's in the house

So put your boots on (Come on, black)

So put your boots on (Come on, come on)

So put your boots on (Come on, black)

The Double XX Posse's in the house

I like to shoot to give swift 'cause I ain't really with the slow cuts

I step to the mic like it's time to make a donut

And get the job done, Warm Daddy's the main one

And shout out, peace and love to my brother Lord Sun

Now it's time to swing while I run thing, things

Gettin' loose on the mic for all the goodness it brings

No need to violate, you know that the style's great

I build on all positive, destroy and annihilate

People gettin' rocked up, your girl's gettin' knocked up

Brother's gettin' locked up, yo, I got my props up

I can't feed into the ways of the ignorant

Sucker stole a rhyme, I don't know where the **** went

That's okay 'cause my rhymes stay fresh

And I'm lyrically equipped, so you best to see the next man

It's no thing for me to bust a fat chumpy

I just add flavors and everything sounds funky

So put your boots on and tie 'em up real tight

And get your props up or get wrecked on the mic

So put your boots on (Come on, black)

So put your boots on (Come on, come on)

Come hard, put your boots on (Come on, black)

The Double XX Posse's in the house

Just let the God body into the party, so I can shine

The lyrics that I manifest is most divine

The lyrics that you manifest is just whack

What you oughta do is build and attract

The air you like plus the honor like and shoot to give swift

Line 'em up from left and right so you won't miss

When you got the crowd frozen at thirty-two below

Regain their consciousness back real slow

So deal, keep in the mind the rhyme that you hit 'em with

Acknowledge my wisdom before I start droppin' it

And I make sure from the door it's perfecto

I hold the mic real tight then I let go

A bomb

Havin' the power to use the twelve jewels of Islam

So just keep calm and keep your boots on

'Cause the Double XX Posse's in the house, word is bond

So put your boots on (Come on, black)

So put your boots on (Come on, come on)

So put your boots on (Come on, black)

The Double XX Posse's in the house

Now let me start it, too many MCs they have a problem

They'll slip, remain on my dick just like a condom

'Cause I'm untouchable, MCs could never cope

You start, I rip to that heart just like a stethoscope

Out of your mind if you think that you're bustin' me

You better bring a mob if you thinkin' 'bout bustin' B

It ain't hot in here, but you're sweatin'

Just another soft kid to add to my collection

'Cause every single sentence has its consequences

A brother like BK, I'm very magnificent

You rappers need to get up, put up or shut up

As you start to mess up, I step back and say, "Yo, guess what?

I'm not an oval, dog, but on the mic, I'm quite as large

So when I take you out, consider that a sabotage"

In that case, consider me a saboteur

As I side-step through suckers like a matador

Boomin' in the room 'cause the beat is a smooth roar

You ain't cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs no more

The image I hold is hype and I prove it is

I'm gettin' chased at pace like I'm a fugitive

But here's the secret: I ain't runnin'

I'm strong enough for a man, but made for a woman

My lyrics suit me, they can't shoot me

And can I kick it? Absolutely

Positively, the space you're givin' me

I bust through before, money, you sure you don't remember me?

Many have come, but many before have fled

You said you're on a roll, you ain't even off bread

It's already hype, the beat to get loose on

You wanna battle, motherfucker? Then put your boots on