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It's Busta Rhymez, they do much more
So yo you one more time, knucklehead flow that You act real dumb, yo, I'm pert near fool Lights out when, let it riplike my neck With search warrant, I make sure verything we make is raw I make sure everything we make is raw... Yah, yah, yah... 1-When I step up in the place, ay you I step correct Woo hah woo hah Got you all in check, I got that head nod That make you break ya neck Woo hah, woo hah, got you all in check And you know we come through, to reck the disco tech Woo hah, woo, I got you all in check Throw your hands up in the air, and never disrespect Woo hah, woo hah, I got you all in check Busta Rhymes up in the place, true indeed Yes, I catch wreck and that's word on my seed I'm guaranteed to give you what you need One blood everybody like junior reed Make up every morning, I must succeed Nationwide ruckus make the world stampede Yo, Willie make we roll some-- Made charge...now I must proceed Yo, we bout to make moves set speed Peace to baby phife cue-tip ali-shaheed Watch me knock you out like apollo creed Body blows bustin' you... makin' you bleed Just feed off the dynamic flows and take heed Need more information, homeboy then just read Ayyy, you can read all about the pure breed Do the bogle dance man, do the pepperseed (repeat 1) How dare you ever try, to step on my suede shoes Top Gun...down your firm like Tom Cruise Please, let me get down and blow a fuse Actin' fools, brakin'...down to molecules Yo, let me hit you with my ill street blues Busta Rhymez always headlines the street news Woo hah, woo hah Ah, baby girl, don't be confused Sail my Seven Seas and enjoy my boat cruise I know you really want to know who's Comin' through leavin...stains and residues Sorry homeboy, but your flow sounds used Got to pay your dues, baby, you know the rules Whenever I travel the world I landcruise If you choose to...around, you get bruised Now, I got you gas on super unleaded fuels Give me room gimme some space yo excuse (rpt 1) You're now rockin' with the best Busta Rhymez coming through from the flip mode squad Boyscouts who I be straight to your dome We comin' straight to your dome Bringin' all the ruckus, to all you rad mother... Boyscouts who I be flipmode is da squad Busta Rhyme break it down like this Yo, which mother...stole my flow, eenie meenie minie moe Throw them type a...right out my window Blast they...hit them from a direct blow Bo, comin' through like G.I. Joe Star wars movin' like Han Solo Make you bounce around like this was calypso Always shine 'cause I got the hi-pro glow You think that you can hide, you think you can lay low Roll up on you...like Hawaii 5-0 Make out with my dreads in my kangol Forget the moe... just pass the cisco Yo, take a trip down to Mexico Come back with that...that might make you psycho Maximum frequency through your stereo Sorry, this is it, but homeboy I gotta go (rpt 1) Yeah, hey, hey, yo hey... |
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Word up, let me just fuck with your mind, please
Aiy! Aiyyo-yo-yo, yo! Let me fuck up your mind On time, showin, you the, rhythm as I get wreck and get raw Yeah I be the man, comin off, that be raw It's Busta Rhymes givin you much more So... Yo y'all (y'all) one more time I come Knucklehead flow that make you act REAL DUMB Yo (yo), I burn your food like Florence Run up in your crib like my name was search warrants Shut your mouth nigga don't you complain Fix you up, mix you with cut like pro-caines Ooh!! Insane to your brain Right on your subconscious, I leave my SHIT stain I be the mostest with rhyme overdoses Hot stepping over shit like Ini Kamoze's Sick lyrics like multiple sclerosis Focus, while I display flows ferocious Weak niggaz just fall and keep tumbling Distribute lyrics like I'm hand to hand herb hustling Hardcore like Quick Draw McGraw Fuck what you heard you ain't heard this before I make sure everything remains raw (4X) Yo, when I step in the place I leave damages Nuff bandages on pussy from miscarriages Yo, watch me bring the newest recipe Fuck you up quick and condemn you all with leprosy Let me hit you with flows, that come various Hahh, send you home and make you lie bout your alias Ha-ha, niggaz can't see my routine When I round up my Flipmode niggaz and get cream Hey, you! You know what the fuck I mean Now I'm on the scene, stepping through like Mean Joe Green Now I'm making you feel the extreme Till I black you out then turn on my real high beam Oh shit, now I got your brains fried Once you inhale smoke from my flow, CARBON MONOXIDE! Use your imagination, let me take you higher Rain hail snow earthquakes, Earth Wind & Fire Yo, hit the dirt, get on the floor I'm that outlaw nigga living right next door You should just roll out the red carpet All movin targets, I got you open like supermarkets (Word up, word up) Yo yo, there's only five years left While niggaz is scared to death they breathe they last breath Days of my Life goes on, word is bond I make you feel my proton, neutron, and electron Yo, I be the number one icon Word to the holy Qu'ran, I rock on and on On and on, hey, on and on and on You won't understand when I form Voltron Hahahaha, everything remains raw * in background: I make sure everything remains raw * (7X) Word is bond, niggaz don't really understand shit Niggaz don't motherfuckin know y'all, hahah Flipmode is the motherfuckin Squad y'all, hahah I make sure everything remains raw, hahah Word is bond, niggaz don't know the real shit There's only five years left! Word is bond Niggaz don't know though There's only five years left! Hahah Remember that nigga, all you, remember that There's only five years left! Hahaha |
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Hahahhahhhhhahhhh, ah!
(in background:) Watch me get down and just do my thing baby (8X) Whoooo! Yes yes y'all Busta Rhymes in the place to be, in the place to be Hah, Flipmode is the place to be, in the place to be Hah, party people it's me, let me do my thing Let me do my thing, let me do my thing Baby doll follow me baby Let me do my thing, just, check me out now Open up your door, let me on in I just be wonderin -- if I could "do my thing baby" Y'all think fast, before I get, all in your ass Bend your frame like plexiglass You motherfuckers, be actin like you, don't know the half You and your whole staff, make me laugh Hah-hah-hah, hoh, y'all, you need to sing my song With your similar features like Olivia Newton-John Damn, OHH! I make the whole place warm, then hit you with some shit that make you niggaz look deformed Now, stay tuned to every Busta Rhymes, coming soon I will King Kong on niggaz like guerilla monsoon, soon Whoaahhh, what seems to be the whole analysis? Busta Rhymes just be rippin shit, type miraculous Bang you on your head so hard, shit be formin callouses Let me get this loot so we can move up in these palaces (in background:) Watch me get down and just do my thing baby (8X) Word is bond Let me do my thing, let me do my thing Let me do my thing Flipmode is the Squad, let us do our thing Let us do our thing, hah Yes yes baby, Busta Rhymes Let me do my thing! Let let let me do my thing, hah! When I step in the place you should keep your mouth closed Take your fat finger out your nose You should just pay attention, and watch how I wild on records Make you sing, "The Lord is my shepherd!" In the process I do away with all nonsense Hit you with magic like my name was Pocahontas The dread, gon' make you party til you dead Niggaz quick to talk shit.. OOPS! Upside your head Put your head to bed -- let me do my thing -- nuff said Shit so hot make your chickenhead do the spread Tell me what you said -- I said I never leave you misled While you bullshit, I'd rather get the lucci instead Hah-huh-hah-hee-hah! Flip until you fall Whylin in your whip, til you crash into a brick wall Through the nine-six, I be that nigga that be priceless Always blowin up your spot, bringin more surprises You, you know you really need to come clean Let me do my thing, don't you even try to intervene I will endanger your species like an ostrich Hold you hostage, and crazy feed you swine sausage HAH! I be the number one chosen just to keep you open Chill with your thoughts I got your brain frozen Pay the prices made the needed sacrifices To present the grand opening of Flipmode Enterprises (in background:) Watch me get down and just do my thing baby (8X) Hah hah, hahhahhh! Whohh, let me do my thing! Let me do my thing, please! Let me do my thing - Flipmode is the Squad y'all! Let us do our thing, please, let us do our thing Oh yes it's me, yes it's the Squad Flipmode, we gon' do our thing Let me do my thing for nine-five, nine-six, suck dick Yes I got the bag full of brand new tricks Dead in the face, yes I'm gon' hit you with hits Oh my God, me and my niggaz.. (drowned out by:) Let me get down, do my thing (4X) |
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UHHHH!! You don't know what we doin right here!
Intro/Chorus One: repeat 2X One two three we gon' turn it out And make you rock to the beat and then scream and shout We gonna hit you with the shit we got here We gonna blow your miiiinnnd (blow your miiiinnnd) Keep it movin like this keep it movin like that If I die I'ma only come back Yo I'm saying if you think that you can step to me wrong Don't even waste your tiiiimmme (waste your tiiiimmme) Chorus Two: You niggaz talk shit then abandon ship Niggaz talk shit then they abandon ship Niggaz talk shit, then they abandon ship Niggaz talk shit then they abandon ship Verse One: Rampage the Last Boy Scout, Busta Rhymes I 8Off like the Assassin, now I'm blastin I'm takin over Stick you for your blue Range Rover I told ya, Rampage a real live soldier Been in the game, sinc the age of thirteen A microphone fiend, so I'm goin to see my P.O. It's August the 1st, so I guess I'm a Leo My P.O., look like Vanessa Del Rio She pulled my rap sheet, just like, Neo Geo Hahahaaa! I always roam through the forest Just like a brontosaurus, born in the month of May so my sign is Taurus, kick you in your face like my fuckin name was Chuck Norris, make you sing my chorus Rock to the beat and then, turn into a walrus You remain nameless, my victory remains flawless Acting like you wild, but I know you really harmless While your time is coming, I make the fat shit regardless Many niggaz wanna know when the Ramp return Yo I'm gettin phone calls from that nigga Howard Stern He wants to know about my Flip Mode click The way we get down and BUST NIGGAZ SHIT LP after LP, we make G's I run up in your ganks den take you for your keys I'm not lying or joking, you get broken Dead in Flatbush, back to Roanoake and... People always askin me, how your shit be sellin For makin shit guaranteed to bust your fuckin melon Police throwed me up on charges like I was a felon There was no tellin, when I was strikin had you swellin Cruisin in my Lands, watch the police how they be gellin Lock you up for days and got a nigga ass smellin Yo FUCK THAT! You best believe there ain't no time for dwellin If you ain't makin noise you need to kill the fuckin yellin Chorus One Chorus Two Verse Two: Rampage, Busta Yo, yo, yo I run up in your set like a New York city... I can't slip, I beat you down with my vice grip Your lost, that means you way off course No remorse, I'm gettin five in The Source I be saddleback biting motherfuckers like a horse Turn and toss, niggaz all up in my applesauce Watch me reinforce, my shit feel good like intercourse Ever since I was a shorty rockin Hugo Boss Aiyyo bust it Bust (why) you just made my day If you didn't put me on I'd be locked like O.J. Now I'm writin rhymes hittin shorties everyday In the full runnin drinkin ice Tanqueray I don't eat pork I take a fish fellet Now I'm knockin out niggaz from .. to .. touche! Now I'm goin back around the way I'm rippin shit, like my name was Marvin Gaye Yo, now I'm back with more Bionic like my name was Colt Seavers Got you niggaz open like a bunch of wide receivers Time is on the meter, go clean your act up in the cleaners Chickenhead, give me some of your chicken fajitas Yo I beg your pardon, I write my rhymes way past the margins Squeeze the Charmin, peace to one million men marchin When you talk shit you really don't know what you startin Now your shit is done like a fuckin empty milk carton It's on for the nine-six, mad shows at the Ritz Now we got you open like Fixx Stickin to your stomach like Quaker Oat Grits Fisherman hat with my brand new kicks On the low, I still rock my Girbauds See the show, I got my nickel plated fo'-fo' All my rough niggaz open the do' Cause Boy Scout brings the ruckus and I'm still hardco' Yo, when I walk streets you know my blade's a little sharper Fuck Peter Parker, I cross you like a magic marker Everytime I hit I always hit a little harder Blazing to the point where niggaz look a little darker Catching suntans from my music, fans understand Making fat shit, I always love to lend a helping hand Organized rhyme unit like the Poison Clan While your ride is busted, I be your luxury Sedan Number one nigga in the chain of command Breakin fool in school like my nigga Geechie Dan Aiyyyyyo, I see intruders on my scan Singin at your funeral like Bobby Bluebland Chorus One |
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It's a party
S.w.v, busta rhymes, allstar Coming back one time Blow your mind Hit you up like that Throw your hands up - party people in the place Busta rhymes, flipmode squad all in your face Yes we coming through, yes you better tie your shoelace [swv] We're hanging out all night (oh!) Throw your hands up high (throw your hands up high) We can do it This is how we party This is how we party We're hanging out all night (oh!) (word is bond son) Throw your hands up high (throw your hands up high) We can do it This is how we party [busta rhymes] It was a party late at night and everybody was wrecking Niggas spending wild money and bitches got they ass shaking Son, take time to rewind And just remember the party time starts at nine And doesn't end until the sun shine Everytime we surface, overwork this niggas purchase The simple fact they have never heard this ** more live this summer - we get's dumber ** ** banging beats out ya hummer or ya forerunner ** ** party time is when (what?) strap up, fasten your belt ** ** racing with style of franklin d. roosevelt ** Son no stress at the door we gets blessed With the ability to finesse the all access V.i.p passes, all different classes Bang asses, look around son, take off your glasses The d.j announced we're in the house You freaking out wilding to the point where everybody passing out [swv] We're hanging out all night (oh!) Throw your hands up high (throw your hands up high) We can do it This is how we party (busta rhymes and s.w.v) This is how we party We're hanging out all night (oh!) Throw your hands up high (throw your hands up high) We can do it This is how we party [busta rhymes] Hit you off with a slice to device that i manoveure My mechanism precise to make you feel nice Hopscotch, hold your crotch The top-notch sip on sex on the beaches with cantilopes and apricots Yo, what's the time on your watch, blow the spot While we lead in car lines as long as four blocks And i would like to say that (you now rocking with best) Cause the party scenes ripping down in every single summer fest My advance flow making you dance from here to france Women ripping through their extra-tight pants ** bounce to fly functions, introductions are made ** ** follow instructions, police keep it fly from the post production ** ** hot to def solar eclipse we take trips and fly with ** ** women sucking little white zips ** Rocking from party to party Backyard to yard We always holding down my niggas Flipmode is the squad! [swv] We're hanging out all night (oh!) Throw your hands up high (throw your hands up high) We can do it This is how we party (this is how we party) This is how we party We're hanging out all night (oh!) Throw your hands up high (we making out) (throw your hands up high) We can do it This is how we party (this is how we party) [busta rhymes] Aeiyo, we do it like this and we do it like that Kid, you can smoke a lot but make sure that you pass it right back (so we can do it again) and make you party all night (keep it movin') make you bang your head and lose your eyesight You motherfucking right! You know we keep it extra tight We're feeling dynamite, niggas is freaking broads like they dolomite Niggas know the plan when we all step in the jam Expand the name brand (flipmode squad) You know who i am Plus i bust coming through with god we trust Make you bite the dust coming through stacking is always a must The guards roll with us while you chickenheads lust See you at the jam whether you on the subway or the bus We make it hap and iller we keeps the party extra live That make you bounce around like bounty killer, no jive, yo ** just when you think that we about to retire ** ** breaking the wire, keep it blazing and ignite the party back on fire ** [swv] We're hanging out all night (all night) Throw your hands up high (throw your hands up high) We can do it (yeah) This is how we party (this is how we party) This is how we party (flipmode is the squad) We're hanging out all night (oh!) Throw your hands up high (throw your hands up high) We can do it This is how we party (this is how we party) We can do it We can do it [busta rhymes] This is how we party Flipmode squad, allstar remix Busting you on your head, peace |
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Yo, I rearrange your wholesome change
Complicate your vision and make the world look strange Try to remain calm but yet you still feel perspiration Drip from the top of your lip - losing concentration Don't you try to front like we got some type affiliation Bought yourself a piece you shit to try and avoid the confrontation Fear me, it's in your bloodstream feel the circulation Permenantly trife and affecting life like ammunisation Oh shit, I've got you feeling nervous on purpose (Ha!) I love bring that shit right at you - door to door service Instantaneous, you will still get your shit bust (Bust) Only spontaneous, all that shit talk is miscellaneous You be rolling shady we gonn' establish all the shadyist Yet all of my black peoples be the most craziest Numerals of funerals every day When I take a closer look of all my niggas around my way (Ha!) Ha, yeah, I love to dig from deep within Making your head spin Hot Fudge coming on in good lord Hot Fudge coming on in good lord Hot Fudge coming on in good lord Hot Fudge... Da Da Do Dee Da Do Da De Do Da Da Ohh Ohh Ohh Do Da Do Dee Da Do Da De Do Da Da Oww Oww Oww Aeiyo, you look like my man, y'all look similiar Alibis that niggas trying use like we familiar Fuck that! You really need to check your criteria Violating the world, annihilate your whole area Been in this too long to allow niggas to try to take mine 23 years deep and I still exist as BUSTA RHYMES! Aeiyo, I'm in this to win this, gets down to handle my buisiness While I be Busta Rhymes you still be whoever your name is In my past life the world felt my mega blast Now in my present life I'ma still bust your fucking ass Yo, it's been predicted, ever since I was a child Getting addicted to candy bars I was still wicked Drop jewels on many fools while my niggas pack tools In '89 when we signed this Leaders Of The New School Four, lyrical Schwarzeneggers rolling like commanders Wrecking shit, hit after hit, while we set the standards Back then came leaders of the 'New it was like a dream come true You could scream on the mic and do what you gotta do In the meantime I show improved and stick my lagoon theory Scream at the top of my lungs until you fuckers hear me Yo, I love to dig from deep within Making your head spin Hot Fudge coming on in good lord Hot Fudge coming on in good lord Hot Fudge coming on in good lord Hot Fudge coming Da Da Do Dee Da Do Da De Do Da Da Ohh Ohh Ohh Do Da Do Dee Da Do Da De Do Da Da Oww Oww Oww Da Da Do Dee Da Do Da Ohh Ohh Ohh Do Da Do Dee Da Do Da Oww Oww Oww Numerals of funerals everyday (repeat 12X |
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My rhymes profess life like the birds and the bees
Make Funk-Master Flex say yo I'm feeling these Flows make you shit in your drawers. Change your dungarees Smoking trees, getting cottonmouth, wild munchies Bowed down the block eating food at Luigi's Constipated...too much extra cheese Well anyway, while I was cooling down at Luigi's I met some Siamese twins from overseas...Lebanese Let's begin with the friends from New Orleans They had a fifth friend. She was straight Black-Portuguese Pretty palm-olive-soaped skin, Aloe Vera-lese She looked like the type of chick you only see in fantasies The type of chick you would kill for to get between the knees Yo. I made time to chill with Miss Portuguese Would you believe, the bitch tried to steal my fucking house keys And rob me for my G's Had to show this crazy broad, I mastered my Degrees and my Ph.D.s Got your face on camera; motherfucker say cheese You better get with your friends quick, before I start to squeeze Getting caught up in that freaky gold-digger Jamborees I caught that ill vibe, Tip (Word, Bust?) Yo, yo, word That ill vibe, Tip (Word, Bust?) Yo, yo, word 'Cause when I'm in the place you know my shit be absurd. (I caught that ill vibe Bust) Word Tip? (Yo, yo, word) (That ill vibe, Bust) Word, Tip? (Yo, yo, word) (So when I hold the Mic you know my shit be absurd) (I caught that ill vibe, Bust) Word, Tip? (Yo, yo, word) Q-Tip I got weight on my shoulders in the form of this beat Ain't nothing sweet, on the street, for good these I compete Come off complete And you need to get back in your stance We enhance and we're playing the whole world circumstance So do good in your hood even though you puff life Positive to comply Don't screw up facing that crowd Progress don't fall back. We can't have that I'll hold your hand Black We can't wind up with scratch I put my best foot forward, when I play in life Cause this world as I live it, chill's like a double edged knife In the jam we regulate, cause we organize Logically thinking when along's enterprise A lot of brothers from the ghetto got the gift of gab Peace to the West Coast and the East, we's fam Need I make mention that the crew we've got Make things get hot, like the FoFo shot. Blauw! No we don't promote no guns, but don't turn that cheek In the world that we live calmness is viewed as weak So, we got to stay awake for all these lizards and snakes Some of them come as friends; some of them come as Jakes We decipher all the force and build rounds with our friends Why's that? So we can live right until time ends Yo why's that? I estimate, so we can get these ends Yo true that? Busta and Tip, you know we make minds bend (I caught that ill vibe, Bust) Word, Tip? (Yo, yo, word) (So when I hold the Mic you know my shit be absurd) (That ill vibe, Bust) Word, Tip? (Yo, yo, word) (I caught that ill vibe Bust) Word Tip? (Yo, yo, word) 'Cause when I'm in the place you know my shit be absurd. That ill vibe, Tip (Word, Bust?) Yo, yo, word I caught that ill vibe, Tip (Word, Bust?) Yo, yo, word |
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(feat. Flipmode Squad, Def Squad)
(Verse One: Jamal) Taking you to the other terrain, we mash strictly for the cream Here to kill your whole scene and your motherfuckin team Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of me You probably know some bitch niggaz who wanna murder me Busta Reggie Murray Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster For me the microphone master Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull Fucky with Mally G if you're trying to take a fall Niggaz talk about killin and never get to it Fuck the yappin, be true to it, do it Steady scream about your East and your West side But you ain't in it when it comes to the homicide Niggaz better get up off that bullshit quick Caught up in the limelight gettin way too slick See em at the shows bout to rock they shit off Gettin they peeps fucked up cause they block is soft As for terror, I sever the best of MC's Look, little Mally G trippin off these indo trees About to murder label's jerkin but mercy us Def Squad niggaz prophesize like the Perseus Droppin degrees to zero with flatlines Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme One rhyme... one rhyme... just one rhyme I don't give a fuck I kill em with just one rhyme Woo, hah, heh, yahah, you wish that you could get with this Terrorist, lyricist, for your era it's My time to shine and I'm still payin dues And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker I only tell you nothin but the real it's tight up in the struggle tryin to get this fuckin meal, why? Niggaz act shifty so I shift a long three tri three chrome, it's the same ol song I seen the shades and the suedes from afar Pah But hold up do you know who I are? The M-A-Double, you want trouble you got it the spot is on You blot it I got it then shot it it's hot up in your dome Peace with the chrome piece that I pack Remember fuck around and catch a Mack to your back (Verse Two: Redman) Who the fuck I be I, you cannot see I Flabbergasted, blasted, my Magnum P.I. Oops I lie, I got a cannon bout the size of Grand Canyon I'm prime time, giving MC's Knots Landing Duck, heavens to fuckin Merkatroid I drop noise that employs the unbelievable Recline like receding hairline, crime speaks fine with a nine pull line blind keep mines up my sleeve until you start to quiver, metabolism splits rivers I rock so many broads I leave your entourage tender Like bartenders mix liquor I serve you over the rocks, I feed you to my flock, now time to click triggers Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters raw water turn sons to grandaughters Ah ha ha ha ha! I bring trouble where, you sleep So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear, coat Antidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo MC's dosey do your mics up in this rodeo My star roast em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions Shuttin down national state buildings with high ceilings Funk Doc to the spot freeze Creepin on MC's like Vietnamese in army fatigues Def Squad representer Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter (Verse Three: Keith Murray) Hey yo once a crack head, always a tack head You have no craftibility all that shit you talk is dead As sex drugs and violence, balance the scales of reality Y'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously Niggaz ain't shit to me (word up) You stupid niggaz always got somethin smart to say And probably can't even spell TWA My crew is like police pull up and park anywhere (ERRRRR) Jump out and get it on right then and there (whassup whassup??) Niggaz is pussy and ways and actions show it Most of y'all niggaz dead, and don't even know it And Def Squad L.O.D. for life (word up, yeah fuck your life) Act trife I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife (Interlude: Announcer) Aiyyo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G Redman, Keith Murray, bringin the ruckus, the Def Squad Next up is the Flipmode Squad, this is Howard Cossell First up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout Lord Have Mercy For, and the In-fer-mous Busta Rhymes (Verse Four: Rampage) Two one two, I'm living life as a rugged MC When I step up in your jam yo I'm V.I.P. Niggaz and bitches be eyein me I'm spontaneous, I'm wreckin brothers out the frame Because I'm dangerous I'm well known like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile *beeping* I'm great distance like AT&T I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee Yo I Fades Them All like my man Mally G Whip a nigga ass for free And makin sure he see visions of me Rampage the talk of the town The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt) I'm comin thorough like a pack of Life Savers Ask Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors My technique I freak seven days a week I'm undefeated, you can see my Quantum Leap I'm hittin brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert Those who got no publishing they need to get jerked (no doubt) a hundred percent, I gets down what I invent Rap artists be dying to a certain extent Sometimes they use the underground to make a comeback That shit is wack, fade away and never come back (Verse Five: Lord Have Mercy) For now and forever, it's the, evil that men do Mental, my inner center Winter Frosted froze crews inventor, inventor Invader, evacuate I collapse your major Straights and lose minds You're splits two times, for intruders, for these losers My maneuvers, drop like lugers Illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's Splittin blessings, with three Weapons Lay in the cut like C-Sections, infestin the nine-six For you mindless, niggaz I smack spineless Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, oooh, oooh ooh ooh Corrupt your minors, like New York City's finest lineups, on LSD fine fust, in your sinus Crush like chinas, opiuMC grinders My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners The infiltrator, creator, I'm sinful Papers stay viscous like religious cults Leaders that drop scriptures, and rock clips or assault heaters My Flipmode niggaz, we're like Afghanistan guerillas (Verse Six: Busta Rhymes) If you want more information look listen and read While I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed We about to take control of your set like cruise control speed Satisfy my lyrical semen, plants my Johnny Apple-seed Mental slave grip on your brain like white people My music will dominate the population like black people Utilize my efforts to execersize my inner thoughts I capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts Hold down the forts smokin drinkin mad quarts For sports talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts Let's get the cream so that we can move up in this fortress Bounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits Here we go again, another phenomenon when I get on Busta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong We represent the ultimate unit for the nine-season Flipmode Squad will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down Till they come through like the ATF and shut your shit down Alcohol tobacco and firearms is how we movin Raw rapid fire flows while the music keeps you niggaz groovin I don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin You're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin From your conversation the way you come across your shit is off Malfunctionin my nigga you about to feel the real force Lay you on your face while I beat you up your head with the holy cross Exotic niggaz blastin off to the Land of the Lost If you can't see this I recommend some school for the blind by Helen Keller Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas Redman and the Rockafellas Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray sunny days and bad weathers But still we travel the world like National Lampoon It's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire ninety-six SO STAY TUNED!!! Hahahahahahahahah Flipmode COMPLETELY getting inside that ass Def Squad, respek |
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til my dragon baby stop whinin I see my influence still.. RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW til my dragon baby stop whinin I see my influence still.. RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW til my dragon baby stop whinin I see my influence still.. RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW til my dragon baby stop whinin I see my influence still shinin Hah! Hit you with my ultraviolence Skin cancer causing laser beam flow then causing riot Oh shit! I'm gon' give you more and more (hah) flows that's gon' help you see who got the real raw -- you can watch me wreck (huh) for the entire nine seasons Cold-blooded flow that got you motherfuckers freezin You (you) must (must) find (find) your style Identify with your own profile! Uhh uhh Niggaz don't understand what we be talkin about Designed especially for biters who try to figure it out!! Huh, WHOOOO! Ice Capades all over beats son while I smoke your Phillies all the way down to the last one (HAH) Yo watch me skyrocket (HUH) Prop me for my flow then get your hand out my pocket As the world keeps on turnin Killing microphones as the nigga most determined Keeping biters fiending like this was they last serving Stay away from fake motherfucks like Mark Fuhrman Got your whole entire +Little House on the Prarie+ burning Stick me for my rhyme like you stuck me for my Sherlings Yo, you must be out your fuckin mind The only thing you really need to do is chill and watch the sun shine RRRR.. RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW til my dragon baby stop whinin I see my influence still shinin Hah, hah, hah, hah Hoh, hoh, hoh, HAHHHHHHHH! Hey, get with this here roll call Keep my peoples movin like a U-Haul Then I'm gonna hit you, wit that shit that's sure to make your dome crack Watch me knock you down You'll be surprised how quick the fuckin word will get around A biter came up missin and the bitch was never found, YO I come with shit, so sure, to hit Hit you til your motherfuckin dome split Counterfeit niggaz need to sit back up off of it And if you don't listen you deserve whatever you get *gasping for air* Just a moment, let me take a breather Got you niggaz sweatin coal, like you caught the fever Just to know my every move you fuck a freak psychic reader For those who bite my flows I got to always pack my heater Yo, I was the one that (hah) made a nigga cough (huh) Soft (hoo!) Wait quick to turn a nigga off Yo, I'm quick to break a niggaz spine and any effort made by those who try to take mine RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW til my dragon baby stop whinin I see my influence still shinin .. RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW til my dragon baby stop whinin I see my influence still.. RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW til my dragon baby stop whinin I see my influence still.. RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW til my dragon baby stop whinin I see my influence still shinin.. |
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feat. Dinco, Milo, Charlie Brown)
(Intro: Busta Rhymes) Aiyo, where my niggas at? Fuck, my niggas is at? Where my Leaders Of The New School niggas is at? Yo, aiyo C Brown, C Brown where the fuck you at, dun? Aiyo Milo, Milo and the dance, where the fuck you at, nigga? Aiyo aiyo Dinco, where you at, son? Where the fuck my Leaders niggas is at, man? Fuck man, I'm ready to grab my niggas Them niggas need to go to blow or sometin Keep it movin', keep it movin' (Runnin faster than the speed of a bullet) Keep it movin', keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along (Has more rhymes than any other DJ that has craps) Keep it movin', keep it movin' (Able to leap sucker MC's in a single bound) Keep it movin', keep it movin' (Look at the jam of the mic) Keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along (It's the L-the O-the N-the S) (Verse 1: Dinco, Milo) Three in this to grass it up like me Besides TNT, see an N and BG My visionary which is skippin on my D-O-G I guess it was a S-O-S from G-O-D Chaos has arisen interteller space souls (SOULS!) Cellular, good ridance, like keypads wit ol' bass Third planet states while the rest of the world waits (WAITS!) Joy to the world, meaning hell, snow and earthquakes Participates, modulates If comets were round plates, bitten names gates For only those that ???? relates, case after case (CASE!) Dinco's on the next space Movin strategically in the Solar System's waste (RAHHH!) Size 25, the lymph still be in place (HAHHH!) Stretch and extending, for flexin is impending It's not mind-bending or *?refriending?* to keep remembering (HMMM!) Cos everybody's people gonna die, or believe (WOO-HOO!) we dispense necessity, to shout and receive KEEP IT MOVIN' ALONG People in the party, are you really feelin? We ain't seein eye-to-eye so you ain't really seein (SEE!) I be hippin all type of niggas, sayin fuck that nigga Blow When they see me in the party, they better act like they know YO, we connectin dots that makes spots hot Uhh, to the beat'cha (Y'ALL!), ah ya don't stop (STOP!) Notice, how many groups can formulate then lose focus With a lot of hocus pocus, concepts that sound bogus I'm seein the world and all its different kind of poses (WOO!) Crush you like roaches, that's keepin the crowd movin (HAA!) Mr and the dancers, who said "Culture consumin?" Never face, he ????? ????? and strength Cos I can terminate, like a dirty hypodermic needle My vision's clearer than the sights on an eagle Stop them bustin high, bring the head back to my table Don't front, circle circle, dot dot, you catch your speed, not Feel that, cos this type of vibe sounds done (Far from the...., to the doe-run-run-run to the doe-run-run) (YES!) Yes to the beat-boys and your ass accepted Exclusive, L-O-N-S bringin the ruckus, wild aggressive (Chorus:) Keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along Keep it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin' Keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along (Verse 2: Charlie Brown, Busta Rhymes) Now don't get me wrong, CHILL!!! Let me out, no question, no doubt ????? god is a drought I've come to wet the party like a tropical depression ????? mixed with scherm for this musical session (STOP!) stressin, testin, second-guessin, who's 'fessin? Life is a lesson in disguise like a blessin Blinkin, kickin, better back up chickens The guns stun split, I keep it real, front *?worm?* (*?WORM!?*) Cos I'm like a ???? hands therapeutic Measurements, square, feet, and cubic We're all makin pennies off a record, so who needs the paper? (WHO?) The man in Manhatten lampin in the skyscrapers How much can a nigga take before he break fool? I tell ya cool, with the New School And the tool to examine my unorthodox pattern From Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter and Saturn and don't forget Uranus, Neptune and Pluto Flow deeper than the lava inside a volcano, bro (Never snitch, never dominate I'll be wild, smokin drowsy) Fuckin up my economics, is it rather ironic Sippin gin, juice and tonic Like Shawn Kemp with some hemp, super sound and sonic Baby, above your head, below your feet and it still wimp C-Boogie Brown, my shit is brilliant Yah yah, yah (AHH!) My shit be so ginamic and I'ma take 4 steps and cross the whole Titanic Better believe I (KEEP!) movin (OVER!) people ????? You know my crew funk, bringin in full flaga' Bringin it back like I'm fresh out the box, pair of broke ass 69ers (IS THERE NUTTIN NEW?) All in the house so open up your blinders Yo, I be the Moses takin poses When the wine flows so beautiful like a large bouquet of roses (Chorus:) Keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along Keep it movin', keep it movin' (Verse 3: Busta Rhymes) Keep it movin now No need to try to stop it, we gon' wreck shit anyhow Your, limitations is somethin I never will allow When we bake the cake, I be that nigga that brings the icing Disregard your whole identity and revoke your driver's licence You know I blast in your ass real fast Got your bladder burning, desperate for a bathroom pass My ????? like a Busta Rhymes statue made of grass C'mon, hypnotise some ass, shit so hot, better jump in the water, nigga (SPLASH!) Breakin fools at parties like a ruckus sound class Make a philly down the back and mix the weed with more hash I will wash away your pain like Draino Erupting like the angriest volcano, or the wickedest whirlwind and tornado We stay up in the streets, cruisin, me and my whole crew, gotta....... (Chorus:) Keep it movin' along Keep it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin' Keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along Keep it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin' Keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along Keep it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin' Keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along Keep it movin' (Outro:) This one goes out to the three brothers that I love the most, in memory of this song My man Ratto, my man Big Joe, my nigga Love Them niggas rest, most comfortable Peace, L-O-N-S, forever |
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This is dedicated to all those who don't see it coming...
(Chorus: Busta Rhymes) You can live true baby, you can live trife Whatever way you chose you got to leave your life Aiyyo you're running out of time, and you bout to cross The finish line, the finish line (repeat Chorus) (Verse One: Busta Rhymes) And, yo! I can't afford to waste a second Steppin with my eyes on niggaz checkin on my weapons Every millisecond, motherfuckers say they true to this But when they grab the microphone they shit sound like stupidness *beatboxing* Hah, mad to pull another vicious scandal I know that you can't handle when I flip from other angles now Feel my hot wax, burning from my melting candles You can't take the heat, so you switch from boots to wearing sandals This is for example! Shit will make a nigga curse When worse comes to worse, you be the first to disperse now We don't BELIEVE your man was living like that Hoping to find that nigga see exactly where his heart was at It's a damn shame how Son know your style, know your name Watch how he pull your file, make you wish you never fuckin came NOW Even the hardest motherfucker has his final day So kill that shit you talkin, and be about your fuckin way (Chorus 2X) (Verse Two: Busta Rhymes) Yo, everyday I see you on the block smoking With a bunch of niggaz scoping on how they can split you WIDE open You don't even know what's going on up in your circle Awful murder niggaz itch to leave you black blue and purple Ahh, your man came to put you on and tried to make you bleed Hit you with some shit that left you flippin mad in disbelief You just can't believe that niggaz that you smoke with is on it And the way they rass they really got to bust yo' shit! Thought your man was joking, paid no attention to the situation Got with your crew and just continued smoking Now your man sit and watch you panic In any other situation you'd be fronting like you gigantic I guess all that fronting is your main talent It's apparent, he can see right through you like you transparent Hah, aiyyo you need to watch your back you running out of time Watch your step, cuz you only inches from the finish line (Chorus 2X) (Verse Three: Busta Rhymes) Now, there's about a million motherfuckers on your trail Quick to bust your shit for every single time your words failed I'm watchin all the moves you makin fuck the speculatin Super-bitch nigga you just be fakin if I'm not mistakin Every move you fake you dig your grave a little deeper Come around me with that shit I'ma flip it to my brother's keeper Listen to this: overstress my emphasis I insist to fix and bring the noise as long as I exist Now you walk around the streets with all that shit you speak And step inside the club just to receive the illest ass beating HOO! Take a look around you get no type of sympathy Impatiently, I sit and watch you die in your own iniquity Hah, now you out dead and stinkin, and your eyes are no longer blinkin Time caught up quick, with your little BITCH way of thinkin Ahh, watch you diminish, while your niggaz have to put a finish On your misleading false image (Chorus 5X) Word is bond, bond is life You shall be willing to give your life Before your words shall fail All those who out there frontin, misleading they peoples Actin other than they really are It will catch up to you player, word is bond So that's, specifically, to all those fake motherfuckers Living out here on that bullshit Trying to act like they know what the fuck's going on |
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