(Hook) Awe yea so, whats up, wit all the talk some of y'all suffer from a memory loss If Hip Hop is dead, Im calling the shot hallelujah, I can make a Skeleton Walk So how do ya, really make a Skeleton Walk first you got to take it to the, where did it start when me an my adidas, got off a the cross hallelujah, I can make a Skeleton Walk (Verse 1) How Hip Hop Dead, when the last I checked fool can't nuthin come kill me yet I run the fundamentals, an the basics steps I got it from the vinyl, and the tape cassettes thank God u can take it, an save ya breath or maybe u just want to give ya days a rest well in that case place it, I raise ya bet nothing less, than the price, will erase the debt go ahead cry baby, Jesus wept on them gems in the 80's, these is fresh on paper, it looked like a easy test till he took it, then look who got the easy F Im a, G to death, a seasoned Vet, squeezin, like I aint got a reason left when its Hip Hop y'all, I keeps it kept Defender, of the North, South, East and West. (Hook) Awe yea so, whats up, wit all the talk some of y'all suffer from a memory loss If Hip Hop is dead, Im calling the shot hallelujah, I can make a Skeleton Walk So how do ya, really make a Skeleton Walk put the mixtape, in the big boom box turn it up, all the way, play it out at the park hallelujah, I can make a Skeleton Walk (Verse 2) The Industry, better say a hail mary tonight after that, they can go an see if Mary aiiight me I make the radio, become a burial site man a murderaa, u know, the stereo type got ya dealing wit a skeleton, still in his skin to big fa skinny jeans, I dont fit in the trend let me take ya to the hood, and hear you say it to them oh whats the matter, thats what u get for playing pretend Yo Money!!, money got ya runnin a sprint crash dummy, you aint even making a dent they wanna crucify the legend, so in the event Im at the essence, I wonder where the rest a ya went Buxaburn I, build wit the real Hip Hoppin must put on me Clarks, when me Dogs is barking ha, to say the least, looks who's out the coffin lets go for a walk, the Streets are talking, awe (Hook) Awe yea so, whats up, wit all the talk some of y'all tried to run it off a the block If Hip Hop is dead, Im calling the shot hallelujah, I can make a Skeleton Walk So how do ya, really make a Skeleton Walk stop ya rat racing, chasing the charts pop the pop-lock, like ya never forgot hallelujah, I can make a Skeleton Walk (Verse 3, Bo'kem Allah) Me? I breath life in a track/ While you, pick up the mic and stick a knife in a back/ The beat's a phantasm that makes your neck bone spasm/ And makes me write some shit you can't fathom/ Quique Cruz you probably heard of me/ But now Bo'kem Allah is navigating through the vertebrae/ I brought honor to my name now I'm righteous/ I had to flip the script cuz Hip Hop is in a crisis/ It's walking dead and now they got zombies in Brooklyn/ I'll resurrect them with a verse and bring the hook in/ It's like a life giving potion/ They step up out of their graves and start doing the locomotion/ This Five Percenter got raps like a mummy/ You Eighty Fivers man y'all rappin like dummies/ But instead of of leaving you outlined in chalk/ I'll teach you how to live right and make a skeleton walk/ (Hook)

(Hook) WEST-COAST oh, 1 things fa sho we on the California Green, so u already know what that G-LIKE thats whats up straight made it from the hood, then we raised a cup, an said LETS-SMOKE we brought the funk like, u can come and get whatever what ya want, cus its FO-LIFE We Some Ruthless G's so before somun pop,……… MUSIC PLEASE (Verse 1) Buxaburn on sight, Hoodlum West, Fo-Life posted on the block, like a pair of ol dice sold it to the top, got it fo the low price brought somun to pop, then I put it on ice make ya wanna drive by like, just ride kind a sound better than the big 4-5 we know how ta party California so fly so high, oh, fo sho, oh my flossin all off in the cut a whole lot more, than just a lil somewhat leave that pump, for somun else in the trunk we bump bump, an da dump da G-Funk play dis once, an see da girl do the groove I 1-2 step, so respect the house shoes ooh I looove, to tell the world whats, home to me Santa Ana, California, Bristol Street…Be like (Hook) (Verse 2) (Phatt Dogg) (Hook) (Verse 3) (Blu Waters) (Hook)

(intro) say no more, its the Original Well of War from 714 Warbux a Warwell from the day me kick in the door they'll be no talk of returning, when its Buxaburnin hun I want to give a special shot out to all of the ladies, u know me bust Bux to da World, an to all the fly girls them Man been Bad Since when, an a Don since then (Hook) Don a Don, Don of more than one Francine call Vivica, what I call Maxine My All Star, favorite one on that team Ayesha, Kalina, Delicia, hey Tina Don a Don, Don of more than one Jezebel call Jessica, what I call a Michelle My All Star, baby girl she know me well Shakira, Quianna, Sabrina, Im on her (Verse 1) Girl I know u see it, when I step up at a show got it just below my waist, like I kept a 44 oh Im picky wit my taste, I don't go wit any hoe so that left me wit the rest, yes the bless-ed plentiful u can come into the kitchen, u can turn it up an cook u can hear me say ur name, like I put it on the hook an it aint about a car, or some money on the book Girl u dealing wit a Don, baby tell me, how me look, Buxaburn! (Hook) (Verse 2) Twist it an twirl it, still Im a get to where its at Girl I hit it, an hurl it, an have u sitting where I sat I be going in for it, just right before u bring it back like its Leo the Lion, verses the little Kitty Kat this is what I be kicking at her, girl u look thick in that fur touch it an tug it, and say I love what u did to ur hair, growlin and makin ya purr, dip it an give it a stir come wit the Don of the Deep, keeper of what ya prefer lookin at her like I know that she know all up in the eye, you would think that I was eeee-vil everybody vibe, when ur running this with me so just u an ur girls, baby bring all of ur people listen me, mami get bizzy body, she sientate aqui keeping it HEAVY, she want the boooom, didley didley D show me Chloe, Genevieve, Shamika shake it fa me now she given, up de nani, begging me, take it fa aaaaah (Hook) (Verse 3) Let me see u move for me lady, make a dance for The Don move for me baby, get it rolling on da song hey make it move for me lady, like u not do any wrong make it, ….dance for me, …..make it…….dance for me Let me see u move for me lady, make a dance for The Don move for me baby, like u know de tradition hey make it move for me lady, later we can get it on make it, ….dance for me, …..make it…….dance for me ….hear me sing (Hook) (Bridge) aaaaah u know its nuthin but straight fun when u get Bux's attention girl as soon as I put it on u can stop ur wishing my song a let u do a lot more than just listen girl (Verse 4 / Repeat Verse 1) (Hook)

(Verse) If they dont convict that man fe murda people my shots will not linger Buxaburn got a Heart 'A' Fiyah so before I put my lyrics down, you got to know, when the Children need security in front the Building!!!!!!!

(intro) ya see me, been the rebel of my class ever since PE (Verse 1) Son of the word, of the rebel, its the Epitome I took it to you, an to who's, in the vicinity the people been telling me Bux, give em a remedy so Big up ta Flava and Chuck, its Public Enemy still in the jungle it is, a Rhyme Animal ready as long as I live, an dynamical government sick in the head, an another note poison is put in the pill , an thats ya antidote issuing medic insurance, for every resident who is this not of the purist, doctoring medicines badder the demon you worship, offering reverence ya medical symbol a serpent, well theres ya evidence thinking they takin my thoughts, but yo I own this that aint whats making ya smart, get off the phone kid look at em trying to keep, up with the Joneses these are American streets, Home of the Homeless clothes, cars, hoes, diamonds, gold we living up what have we become, to dumb to know we giving up blood is in the air, they scared of the indigenous they don't want students, brothers they want prisoners put another prison up, thats where they vision us chinks, wabs, white trash, niggas is getting in the bus Feds want ta turn, the Dons ta Ex Cons then raise the price of gas, for Exxon MON!!! thats Government ran money the Third World holler, the government ran from me Don't believe the hype, Black, Steel in the Hour Rebel wit out a Pause, then, Fight the Power (Verse 2) Ancient practice, of raising taxes a trickle down theory, that just aint goan happen ya paid your tuition, an ya pass ya classes now go and get a job from a racist bastard the case is heard, the evidence is worthless hence the judgements, of disturbing verdicts the cop on the block, call him Officer Nervous harassment, brutality, he offers a service ha, the Dude planned it, the food is rancid to whom it may concern, baby burn organic damn the food stamps, an these EBT's brought the GMO's and, thee di-sease so, yo, we building, truth revealing internet information, confuse the children speaking on immigration, boost the ceiling ganja inhalation, use the healing ……..its been said, before the blood has been bled, the love is undead 1 thread of this, and it does become spread shots riddled all over the streets, are gun-fed flaws in gun laws, the kids that peel wigs turned into whatever it was, it still is yes the Wild West, the road is possessed a place where its best, to know less, to da, break beat, let me take my breather it aint like I got, all the answers neither,,,,,, ….bless-ed up in the heat, of the heart, that felt to be part of the revolution, it starts wit self, Im like (Verse 3) (SOUNDS LIKE FIYAH)

(Verse 1) Heat check peep, Im large on the streets, me against a gang, and they called on police Im in a giving mood, giving your bars the beats Bux the type of dude to give, your Goons the Creeps Im bout to make a mess, give me, a broom to sweep like a fat boy, I got, more room to eat Da Cherokee a Chief, an a Medicine Man Rain-Maker, fully loaded THUNDER IN HAND yea a 30 year career, an it, still is alive they thought that I would die, but I, kill an survive I kill off every rumor, like I, dead them guys 6 million ways to ummm, pick your prize should of really seen it, when I niced up the jam, how quick my enemies do, turn into fans tell em come an get it, whosever up to learn the lesson of the day, Zoolay, Buxaburn

(Verse 1) They want to see ya swing at a 3rd strike like being black and doing time is a birth right little bad ass, since a dirt bike use ta hide crack sacks by the curb light back then, a fiend was a sure sight and like the Clan we needed it to be pure white u know the pure type, cus when ya get it in it smell like a boat dock in Medellin (Columbia) really trying ta turn cheddar green awe, the snitch is gonna burn everything saw a kilo, took a garden hose to the root of all evil one drop bada-bing! got to get it, easy as the exchange connected it and said, catch ya on the next plane Im just trying ta stay ahead game stick and move or get, hung by your neck chain. (Hook) Drug Runner…roll on Dope Dealer….thats yo song hey hussla….what u say hussla ……….take it away I sell cocaine, wit my eyes closed like a Big pimp, wit all the fly hoes bought the whole gang, assault rifles if I die tonight, thats how the dice rolls over here its just,……..the way that life goes (Verse 2) But when the hot grease popped off thats when the chicken got, tossed in the hot sauce the rat sung like a bird, with the track off said if he saw me on the street, its hats off thats all talk, he was that soft I found him on his way home, he was that lost Jack,……. I seen em in his fast car shouldn't drive with your face on the dashboard hit the wrong note playin these keys thinking it was sweeter than the Bees Knees tweeter talk, teetered tottered with the police you'd a thought, he was coming from the old street can't hide a wolf when theres no sheep or pull the wool over my eyes, when I don't sleep youuuuu…...should of stuck wit Duck Confit instead trying ta cook birds with the OG. (Hook) (Verse 3) Hey Yo, Yayo, yo who want the magic pay me on delivery huh, who want the attic on earth as it is in heaven, but it isn't heaven delivered at the 12th hour, as it is 11 nowhere to run, Reverend Im over due but money make you think your walking on the water too naw, so now Im hollering a audible like Mr. Pusha listen this is what u oughtta do smarter too, fall back if ya can't cope cus what it all crack up to be, aint dope I know your song, "AS LONG AS IT AINT BROKE" ya niggas still don't get it do ya huh ……man, you act as if I aint spoke like I aint showed u a life style that aint yo's try ta tell the Dog what its all about before they put the little man, in the Big House. (Hook)

(Verse 1) From Santa-ana. then u was there too we roll down Bristol, then circle Fairview hang on left on Dyer, come back and pass thru I show ya how it had happened bout 1980-uuuuh me a ol time MC, straight frum Grade Skool thats where ya learn quick how ta pump, ya brake shoe too much turning up, …. somthin a burn you put the record on the table, lets see what it turn to, cus (Hook) Some a neva know Santa-ana talk a lot a chat, an neva go Santa-Ana da girl they tell me, "Bux, you are so Santa-Ana" I tell em, "U know what, Im "Frum The Ol' Santa-Ana" (Verse 2) I Throw Back records, heres your 1 reference live in the square, its Bux a run session listen to tha HOOD-LUM, watch tha good western no doubt about it, not even a good question top shotta, made it a lot, a Hot Steppin deep in the city of San-ta-Ana the Legend Well, since a kid, I live, what Im addressing gwan throw it up in the air,... pop off a weapon, go (Hook) (Bridge- inDJnous cutting up the Wheels of Steel) (Verse 3) Naw, naw, naw, naw, awww, y'all only sort a rap an move like, you sort a this, an sort a that me I had a key to the city before da trap i can take you to the street, that you neva saw on the map wheres it at, ……..Black,….. me launch the attack Bux wanted for dope, like they caught, me wit crack Mister Baker Man, wit the pies in the back tha Driver!, ….but thats the other side of the track (Hook) (Verse 4) See when u see a G, rolling wit a Guantana drinking tequila,, an puffin on a marijuana wearing some Dickies, an some Chucks, and a Bandana stackin da Feria!!, ……... you probably in Santa-Ana now theres some shit that u can do, an some u don't wanna make it on WORLDSTAR!!, standin on the wrong corner they said, "Bux u be poppin off that old drama" I told em, "naw homie listen, This is Santa-Ana"…UH HUH!!! (Hook) (Bridge- inDJnous cutting up the Wheels of Steel) (Verse 5) (Repeat Verse 1) (Hook) (Verse 6) Now 20-14 come, thirst this naah be one of them bad years, thats cursed wit more re-run Bob Marley, total destruction thats what, he-sung the only solution, is that it already be-GUN right ON-Q, the fall of a Politician bought into it, now I want all of it, an a refund back ta Santa-Ana the block, the corner me from listen to the word of the Don,…... its in the song like (Hook) (Bridge- inDJnous cutting up the Wheels of Steel)

(Hook) If you don't want me, to go crazy don't you abuse, my Baby Keep Ya Hands Off, my blood line I will kill u, if u touch mine (Verse 1) Im gonna warn u, but not 2 times this is my child, this is divine think I don't care, think I'm not there said I'm too cool, that is hot air then u call me , a fucken dead beat you are dead wrong, I am deadly I am Daddy, I am a Poppa listen I am, my Babies Father need discipline, then let me know but until then, u better lay low i mean no belt, don't break a switch this aint the 80's, that shit is over wit (Hook) (Verse 2) Cut off yo hand, shoot yo foot and when thats the done, u get yo ass whooped I aint no snitch, but this is one time I can call upon, Mister One Time u better stop me, cus Im a murder them go open thee pen, one of us going in and to my Baby, Daddy loves u no there is no law, put above u somebody touch u, u need to tell me cus it is my job, to keep u healthy its called parenting, thats what we have here nobody cross me, don't get no idea. (Hook)

(Chant) Ever since I made a Entrance Buxaburnin wit the Incense I'm a get to where I been sent from the day I came, its the one ya name BORN TO GO THE DISTANCE (Verse 1) May I take this one sound like A Time To Kill, so lets make this fun man a Hollar Jesus Christ, in an Ancient Tongue already over, by the time the Great Kid Come CEASE FIRE, only after they get some its just a walk in the park, way I make this run man I run up in a Hoody, like Im some Hood-Lum an beat it up on da mmmm, Rum Pum Pum aaaaaaaah Bux I make u feel, like u just drink Rum like 6 o'clock in the summer, after too much sun like takin ur 10 steps, and with that hand gun u put it down on the record, before that man spun Im speaking it but the thing is, I don't talk none see fiyah come from my English, like South London whoever would mention Brixton, would know Pecknam and know not to come up missin, in ol Sant-an (Hook) They call me Big Buxaburn, I know how to do bad Born in Cincinnati, cut from Kentucky Blue Grass I was raised by Moma, Hip Hop is my Dad I showed u the Role Model, and u dressed it in drag If I didn't come to flow, then Id be whooping yo ass the only dope that u produce, is what they cooking in glass funny thing is, y'all aint even making me mad Yo Im a bring it, IF YALL DONT STOP MAKING ME LAUGH!!!! (Verse 2) see if u listen, u can hear the Melanin Talk God Body, man a make a Skeleton Walk from the Lobby, to wherever ya carry the Cross Ladi Dadi, ……..as if I was Native New York Lord a Yardee, tell me what u put in the mix talking bout y'all hooder than this nigga if u had to rap, for ur life, y'all wouldn't exist wit ya soft, as the proof, in the pudding lyrics right quick, Ill let ya hold a foot an fist I make music, that can be the hook and the kick Slick be taking names, Im using the list, ya running wit the Bull and Im, shooting the shit they-go-whoooaaa,……….. now how stupid is it we in the building with the fiyah, on the roof of this bitch, haa, ... give ya a shot-out, like who did I miss go take it up wit da Angel,….. Who-Blew-Ya-A-Kiss (Hook) (Chant) (Verse 3) If it, takes forever, I really could care lesser Im a stay high, and fly as the air pressure Captain MC, my lyric is there yes sir no its not a bar, more like its a rare measure whoever threw Salt, never would spare Pepa hold on to the flavor, and never would share treasure here take a jewel, I pray that you fair better learn to move weight, get off of the stair stepper …you lean……..furthermore of the mean lecture I haven't heard a word, your just an obscene gesture Jesus,……. what does it take to bring Mecca sleep is,….. for who awaits the Dream Catcher ill be on the scene, I guard my Queen Bless Her me and my machine, protect the King Shepard in a game of chess, the past may seemed checkered MOVE YALL, with or with out, …..A clean record. (Hook) (Chant)

(Verse 1) The people have spoken, they want an artist they want the reality, of something conscious we need a voice an a lyric, give me the palm prints I mean a soul an spirit, nuff a the nonsense an so the industry, push it, through out the market its bull shit, an the lil children are targets yo man I feel like I should be filing charges yo Hollywood, Im pulling ya red carpets some people work for the Devil he got Sergeants yo thats a hu-mannequin, an yo thats a martian My Lord, make a musician kick up a War-Wind make em go, be instrumental an kick a door-in, bow an arrow, I roll wit the holy horses Hood ova Evil, its Good an wicked when I source this Buxaburn, YES I, am from be-far this the Old Dinosaur, back up out of the Tar-pits. (Hook) From the Graffiti on the Walls to Freestyling in the Halls these are the Dinosaur Laws (Verse 2) Speaking on you, I would say, OK, here we go well first of all, your not a voice, your a video tricking the eye, trying to tell the truth a lie the popular choice, made by a suit and tie you an your songs, they're only written for executives calling the shots, never leaving any messages when will it stop, ...... featuring the actor who leaves hip hop, an then, pop goes the rapper Speaking on me, take it from where it start first there in The Distance, on the corner wit my artwork Knowledging Gods, an not the garbage on the TV The Dinosaur Laws, f rom the Walls Of Graffiti tis a skill, that will create the motivation blessing the child, throughout the coming generations Listen and Look, ill let ya hear it in my vision a page in the Book, How To Become….A Musician. (Verse 3) ha, well alright then, thats the Bad Man's time again, Buxaburn chiming in, just had ta find with-in, Big shout to Bo Kem, thank you for the production…. for the fire on track list, an all this, that, an the 3rd I was just standing there like, what am I gonna do wit these words so we cooked up and served, u know i want to say in terms of message I had a couple goals that I wanted to reach on this LP, …… 1 of them being, there is no age limit when it comes to being an MC, Ive gone The Distance, I picked up my pen an wrote, for children adults and grown folks, with a bit of intelligence, honesty creates the relevance,….. an then following that would be having the respect for musicianship, if you don't keep it, ur career ova, you oughtta nurture the culture, thats what Buxaburn told ya ….ha, u guys….. (Hook) From the Graffiti on the Walls to Freestyling in the Halls these are the Dinosaur Laws