Louis Logic, Bugz - The Lone Gunners lyrics

Yo Bugz, we got 'em on the run, man
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

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
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

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

I live it
I give it a little bit of this driven energy
Follow my own plans, stand on my own
I'm my own man

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)
Louis Logic and Bugz