Ruckus! (feat. Ali Buckets & Torin Messer)

God damn, you ain't never heard it cheeky as this Boy fuckin up the mic, James Douglas, ya bish I just wanna throw some pomodoros before the door close Ahhh got a gunny sack full of them shits, yeah I'm crafty like a fox is, brazen and incautious Cutting off my locks, mouth running like a faucet Used to be, I rapped and I felt like an imposter Now I cut a track and I feel like Kenny Rogers, ha This a Midwest side story Call the literati, they been asking for it I'm from Indiana, we the Children of the Corn Talk shit, they get you in the lavatory If you wack and morbid, take a trip to the North Coast We got flavor more so than digiorno Ima race to the finish I'm on my last leg and I only had two to begin with Fuck it, let's make a ruckus, let's raise hell Coming out a Midwest side stairwell Fuck it, let's make a ruckus, let's raise hell Coming out a Midwest side stairwell Fuck it, let's make a ruckus, let's raise hell Coming out a Midwest side stairwell Fuck it, let's make a ruckus, let's raise hell Coming out a Midwest side stairwell near you Say less, we could go dumb Paint the town red, say when Drop the pin, I don't need the addy Right time is now, don't fold like some creased khakis I'm in the moment wit it, done living life slow Might go psycho, pyro, I know Might not, could be wrong, I find it enticing It's like half the excitement Don't wonder why, let it ride And in time, bet you'll find you're internally guided Me, you All the homies and they homies too Gotta get it how we living Be specific with my vision, who I'm meant to mention When I make a couple millions, I can say I did it skipping Not denying that it's hard, but I still have fun With the ones that I love while we ran it up And I ain't had enough of this thing called life Now watch me fuck it up, like what you done this time, I mean Fuck it, let's make a ruckus, let's raise hell Coming out a Midwest side stairwell Fuck it, let's make a ruckus, let's raise hell Coming out a Midwest side stairwell Fuck it, let's make a ruckus, let's raise hell Coming out a Midwest side stairwell Fuck it, let's make a ruckus, let's raise hell Coming out a Midwest side stairwell near you What's the hubbub? Was telling Robin and Buckets "they gonna love us," ay We at the function and packing a couple hundred, yeah We keep it jumping -- the House of Pain when we coming We know that they boutta love it It's so sick Calling me Messy cause all my flows kicking and goals hitting I'm never slowing, got no limits I'm from the city where all the kiddies been grown different And that's showing when all my lyrics I spit are prolific T Mess from the middle of the map Coming outta Indiana, Ima put it on my back, look Getting litty with the brodie Robin Raps and my homie Ali Buckets He can show you where it's at, ay I gotta shoutout to Kut cause this shit cold I know that they gon be bumping this song when it gets old, look They really digging that fool when he spit gold, I'm stunting, then thunderstruck and they loving that shit So I'm saying Fuck it, let's make a ruckus, let's raise hell Coming out a Midwest side stairwell Fuck it, let's make a ruckus, let's raise hell Coming out a Midwest side stairwell Fuck it, let's make a ruckus, let's raise hell Coming out a Midwest side stairwell Fuck it, let's make a ruckus, let's raise hell Coming out a Midwest side stairwell near you