Buggin' Out 2009 (feat. Consequence)

<Verse 1: Consequence>

Yo, Microphone Check 1 2 what is this?

Con took a check from every boss in the business

You can't be mad at me, thanks for having me

I'm from the same borough as Mobb Deep and Tragedy

Might be on Chelsea lately because of all the fame

So I spit a little game, maybe let her with a chain

Because styles upon styles upon styles is what I have

I'm dropping 20,000 when I'm up on 5th ave

I wear Dior sneakers because the boy's getting cash

And when we in the club, yeah I swing a Louis rag

When it comes to the devils, I'm not a half stepper

To pass **** is speedier than graffiti on the leather

Refuse to compete with BS competition

That couldn't get signed if they had a petition

I never walk streets thinking it's all about me

But I know ****** scheming so it's under the seat

I just try my best not to dumb on out

A Tribe with the Cud so you must be buggin' out

<Verse 2: Kid Cudi>

Yo, a few new stations, put me in rotation

They've embraced the martian, congratulations

Now my knots is too too thick

Bruskies running up asking me to do their favourite hit

With finesse, spit a verse and occasionally I blurt out

I'll strike a chord, and you can thank the lord

As I go in between the glitz and the glam

Listen my submission is the wishes of the fam-o

As a segway, I am alone

I'm trying to get mine, and you should go and get your own

Smoking my **** because it's therapy for me

When everything seems bleak because the devils I foresee

You-me, I-fly

You can't be me because your flow is too shy

I know I'll be the man if a co pull a plug on the autotune

But I can't and that's bug

Buggin' out