Intro: Catastrophic 2 lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. DJ Khaled & Shaheem Reid)
[Shaheem Reid:]
Yeah man, and all I wanna say is, man
All I wanna say again man, once again, man
Is, uh, this is Conglomerate
It's a fucking movie, its a fast, fast, fast, fast life that we livin'
And if you don't believe, you gon' be a believer now
Bitch! Turn up!
[News Reporters:]
Catastrophe has struck our nation
Catastrophic, catastrophic, catastrophic
Catastrophic, catastrophic, catastrophic
Catastrophic, catastrophic, catastrophic
[DJ Khaled:]
Catastrophic! Two!
Hot Nigga (Interlude) lyrics - Busta Rhymes
So this is how we gon start this shit niggas
I said, so this is how we gon start this shit nigga
I was always told that there's no better time than the present, pweom
Bitch we back in the spot, niggas
Conglomerate control every block niggas
Bang 'em, tear 'em limb from limb, leave a nigga numb
And make 'em fiend for the official verse when the remix come!
Yeah, y'all niggas gon' have to wait for that for a minute
Let's get back to it
Fight Night (Remix) lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. J-Doe, Migos & O.T. Genasis)
[Takeoff:]
If you know me know this ain't my Feng Shui
Certified everywhere, ain't gotta print my resume
Talking crazy, I pull up andale
R.I.P to Nate Dogg, I had to regulate
[Interlude:]
Public Service Announcement
Where all my rich niggas at, man?
YRN shit, man
MIGO!
[Takeoff:]
Broke niggas stand to the left
My rich niggas stand to the right
Lil' mama, she keep looking at me (lil' mama!)
I'ma knock the pussy out like fight night
Hit it with the left, hit with the right
I'ma knock the pussy out like fight night
Beat it with the left, beat it with the right
I'ma knock the pussy out like fight night
[O.T. Genasis:]
Imma knock that pussy out, George Foreman
Put my meat all on the grill, George Foreman
Pull up in a new 'rari, George Forbes
She gon flip, so it's George and four men
O my god, oh my god, two freaky with a [?]
She gon give a nigga head, collage
Hit it in the elevator like Solange
She a stripper, so I had to throw cash at her
Look at what she [?] look back at it
I just wanna fuck, I don't wanna date
I ain't trynna save a ho, I ain't want you, kay
[Takeoff:]
Broke niggas stand to the left
My rich niggas stand to the right
Lil' mama, she keep looking at me (lil' mama!)
I'ma knock the pussy out like fight night
Hit it with the left, hit with the right
I'ma knock the pussy out like fight night
Beat it with the left, beat it with the right
I'ma knock the pussy out like fight night
[J-Doe:]
Now you know I be standing to the right
Ive been standing on this side for my whole life
Nah, you ain't got nothin on these Ni-KES
You ain't met a nigga dressed like ME
Mu'fucker, I pull out your bitch and then I rubber
And then this other bitch was blowing up my phone
She been waiting for the dick all night long
Well that ain't overdue, tell that bitch she got a G holdin' up
Cause money coming and that shit is mo' important
I told her 'hold up or never click back over'
Hello? what up? can we do it? sho' nuf'
How much? okay! mu'fucka I be on my way
Lemme get up to [?] cause I know that's what you want
Bitch you lyin' if you say you don't
I know what the biz, and I know you know it too
So, what you think a nigga like me about to do?
Go and get it, ho
[Takeoff:]
Broke niggas stand to the left
My rich niggas stand to the right
Lil' mama, she keep looking at me (lil' mama!)
I'ma knock the pussy out like fight night
Hit it with the left, hit with the right
I'ma knock the pussy out like fight night
Beat it with the left, beat it with the right
I'ma knock the pussy out like fight night
[Busta Rhymes:]
First she tryin to get my shit off
Shawty fucked me like she tryin to rip my dick off
I couldn't even get my shit off
She put it on me like you couldn't even cut a switch off
She sucked it like she tryin to tear the skin off
She made me beat it till she swollen, now the skin soft
She made me eat it till I choked and made the kid cough
You know I need it till I drown and even get lost (In it)
I beat it till she asks a nigga (Wait a minute)
Then make the tape and have a blast (And she was in it)
And she seen me beat it now she act like (She ain't with it)
But she seen this money and now she can't (Touch this midget)
Now lemme just pull my rocks out
Diamonds dripping off of me, falling all 'bout
I dont give a fuck bout what shawty be talkin' 'bout
I pound the pussy, shawty got knocked the fuck out
[Takeoff:]
Broke niggas stand to the left
My rich niggas stand to the right
Lil' mama, she keep looking at me (lil' mama!)
I'ma knock the pussy out like fight night
Hit it with the left, hit with the right
I'ma knock the pussy out like fight night
Beat it with the left, beat it with the right
I'ma knock the pussy out like fight night
No Flex Zone (Remix) lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. J-Doe & O.T. Genasis)
[Hook - Swae Lee:]
No Flex Zone, No Flex Zone
They know better, they know better
No flex zone, no flex zone
They know better, they know better
[Verse 1 - J Doe:]
I ride back on it, it's yo boy Yung Freshie
Wabbin' at the door, no guess me
These hoes lookin' at me desperate
Hate niggas betta find an exit
Pockets full of dollars on my check list
Wobble like a muthafuckin' fresh prince
Broke niggas ain't want respect then
And these hoes only get rejection
I got yo bitch last night
And tomorrow I'm ready for the next one
I'm next, yo dawg, yo bitch, she off it
She see me, she fall, these hoes ain't loyal
When a rich nigga want her
And a rich nigga need
That only leave one spot for 'er
That broke nigga to beat, hold up!
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - OT Genasis:]
These niggas be talkin' that shit
Like I won't pull a pistol out and make them 'yeee'
Initially mane, cause I'm in the game
So niggas is like 'who is he?!'
Finnessin' and juggin', you're damn right I'm cookin'
Death to the suckheads, the federal lookin'
Roll with the burner, cause we don't play fair
Two on yo head like we countin' yo hair
Bitch, I am tellin' you niggas
Yes, I am your father, you trip, I'mma pop (praaa)
I'm holdin' my bandz with diamonds that's blue
As the white, now you think I'mma cop
Damn right I'mma cop, I'mma cop me a benz
Cop me a who?! Cause I don't do friends
She don't do right, then I'm fuckin' her friend
That's what happen when it ain't one hunit with G
No flex zone, cause I'm all about mill
You can't go Hollywood in Beverly Hills
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Busta Rhymes:]
She did a flex so hard until a bitch gil'
Everything about me is a big deal
Lay yo ass down and flex that pussy
On a dick shatter, tell me how the dick feel
When I'm in the building, shit done get real
Do you think I need to tell ya click chill?!
You and yo whole team, ain't like niggas who got and get served?!
On the strip, cause you niggas pop pills
You got milk? Well, I got mills
You niggas got a deal? Well, I got deals
Cut the mansion, put it on top of the mountain
Bought another one up in the hills
No flex zone, two techs, chrome
Quadruplex homes, you vexed? So...
Who's next? Those
Who think that you the best? No
Suplex hoes, tryna flex in a no flex zone
With the dick
[Hook]
Good Kisser Skit lyrics - Busta Rhymes
[Usher:]
She was standing by the monkey bars with a weird look in her eyes
So I ran like hell in the other direction
But, uh, for a chubby girl, baby was fast
Before I knew it, she pinned me to the ground
Mwah, mwah, mwah, mwah, just sloppy, kissing all over me
Sound like my face was in a car wash
It messed me up, messed me up bad
To this day when I see someone spit while washing their car, I think of you, the first kiss
Lance Stephenson Speaks lyrics - Busta Rhymes
You already know what it is
It's your boy Lance Stephenson AKA born ready
I'm 'bout to turn it up, from New York to NC
We taking over
I'm in the studio with Busta (Tell 'em my nigga)
You already know what he do (Yeah nigga!)
He kill 'em all day, all Summer (They ain't knew it!)
All Winter, we do it all day (Get me all some of that show money)
You already know what it is
Cut that music back on (Nail some of that, son!)
Touchdown (Remix) lyrics - O.T. Genasis (feat. Busta Rhymes, French Montana & Juicy J)
[O.T. Genasis:]
Word around town, I'm the man
Break that bitch down to the grams
Sixteen O's in a pound
Quarterback drop, touchdown, nigga
Touchdown, this the remix
108, three bricks
Gotta move sixteen cause the shit sells
Still flip a couple water bottles, but the shit smell
Turned up, but I don't like niggas
He a mark, Air Nike, nigga
Niggas trippin' and I'm bustin' on site, nigga
Window down, arm out, hitch hike, nigga
Not a stoner, but I do move statue
Hoes in my cashew, they like, is that you?
Glock poppin', I ain't fuckin' with the lames
Sellin' Sherman and I got the best corner in the game, what's up?
Word around town, I'm the man, nigga
Break that bitch down to the grams, nigga
Sixteen O's in a pound nigga
Quarterback drop, touchdown, nigga
Touch, touch, touchdown, nigga
Touch, touch, touchdown, nigga
Touch, touch, touchdown, nigga
Next day air, no ground, nigga
[Busta Rhymes:]
Got the niggas on the strip, you know they pitch raw
You ain't knowin' who you with, even my bitch ball
Niggas hate the way I handle when they bitch call
Couple ounces for me, sit up in they bitch brah
Major distribution, what we dealin' with is facts
Step up in the building bitch, we turn up to the max
Chop a hater down like we cut him with an axe
Watch him pop 'em in they crown if niggas think they all of that
Spend a little money, (jewelry sicker on 'em)
Put your bottles up (spill your liquor on 'em)
It's the conglomerate, shit shutdown
Taking over everything, touchdown!
[O.T. Genasis:]
Word around town, I'm the man, nigga
Break that bitch down to the grams, nigga
Sixteen O's in a pound nigga
Quarterback drop, touchdown, nigga
Touch, touch, touchdown, nigga
Touch, touch, touchdown, nigga
Touch, touch, touchdown, nigga
Next day air, no ground, nigga
[French Montana:]
Word around town, I'm the man nigga
Want it all, bring it down to the grams nigga
Bout it, Coupe 500 grand nigga
You ain't talkin' money, I don't understand nigga
Uptown nigga, bust down nigga
Face down nigga, James Brown nigga
Ass up with your legs shake
Talkin' work know I gotta for the fan base
It ain't how you get it, it's what you do with it
Flip 21, 42 with it
Two hands up, towndown nigga
Hundred grams, lift you with the ground nigga
[O.T. Genasis:]
Word around town, I'm the man, nigga
Break that bitch down to the grams, nigga
Sixteen O's in a pound nigga
Quarterback drop, touchdown, nigga
Touch, touch, touchdown, nigga
Touch, touch, touchdown, nigga
Touch, touch, touchdown, nigga
Next day air, no ground, nigga
[Juicy J:]
Juicy J, no days off, full time hustlin'
Shawty I'm the plug I ain't gotta touch nothin'
Send 'em your way, I just gotta press a button
If the price ain't right, nigga I ain't budgin'
Niggas stompin' industries, they rims touchin'
You lookin' like food and we got the munchies
Quarterback legendary, John Elway
Rhyme with the bulldog 38, no shell case
G-5 take off for the coast
A nigga been have more peels than Quaker Oats
Taylor Gang flyin' first class on a paper plane
With a foreign chick broad, still can't pronounce her name
Stuff a 100 grand in a Honda Civic
When you get it from the ground then the sky is the limit
Gettin' face in the car from another nigga broad
Smokin' football fields, rollin' up a 100 yards
Touchdown
[O.T. Genasis:]
Word around town, I'm the man, nigga
Break that bitch down to the grams, nigga
Sixteen O's in a pound nigga
Quarterback drop, touchdown, nigga
Touch, touch, touchdown, nigga
Touch, touch, touchdown, nigga
Touch, touch, touchdown, nigga
Next day air, no ground, nigga
Throw that shit like Peyton
Throw that shit like Peyton
Throw that shit like Peyton
Hurry up, I got these other niggas waiting
Partition Remix lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Beyoncé)
[Busta Rhymes:]
Let me give you the 2014 talk
My girl like Beyoncé, me too
This what me and her be doing in the back of the Maybach when we're listening to Beyoncé
Listen
[Verse 1 - Busta Rhymes:]
Driver, roll up the partition, please
Blind your rearview mirrors with the end of my sleeves
The shit that's on my wrist, you probably wouldn't believe
Every symbol of success levels you couldn't achieve
Driver, roll up the partition, please
I'm alarmed at how she's looking, and she's starting to breathe
Move my arm and grab my john and now she's starting to squeeze
She dropped it with me, fulfilling my need
She swallowed my seeds, she's ready to go
Partition is up, the curtains is closed
Mommy nice with it like she play for the pros
She gag from her throat, while she breathe through her nose
She starting to choke, she curling her toes
Look how she trying to take it all down, come out your clothes
I waited for a second and I thought for a minute
Ain't no loving good enough to give her while I'm up in it
[Hook - Beyoncé:]
Driver, roll up the partition, please
Driver, roll up the partition, please
[Verse 2 - Azealia Banks:]
Stress never, the sex better, the sex wetter
Check cheddarer, etcetera etceta
Bet bet you could get severed and left deaded
Slept slept and I crypt crept in the s-seven
These niggas be puffing, they piff in the public
They digging, they lusting, the feminine strutting she hitting that button
I dip in the function
I’m prissy, I’m pumping
The tit & the rump
And I’m flipping 'em, dumping 'em
Tricking em trumping em
But if these niggas wanna spend they cheese
Tell em hit up little miss AZ
Very heavy-headed, dick take heed
I'm-a flip out if a bitch play me!
[Hook - Beyoncé:]
Driver, roll up the partition, please
Driver, roll up the partition, please
Shaheem Reid Speaks (Skit) lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Shaheem Reid)
[Shaheem Reid:]
Yo what's going, this is Shaheem Reid
It's been an honor and a privilege to help bring you
Another Catastrophic mixtape, Catastrophic: Part 2
Another classic from the Conglomerate
And um, we got y'all man
You don't even gotta wait a long time
It's only gonna be a matter of a few weeks
O.T. Genasis is coming with that "Alarm" mixtape
J-Doe, he's dropping that "Her Name was Diamond" mixtape
And the general of the whole squad, Busta Rhymes, I ain't even gonna tell you what he got coming
It's something classic, just calm down
You hear that beat in the background
Calm down, the Conglomerate got y'all from the summer for next year, everything number of classic records, man
And speaking of classic records, I know you done heard the most monumental moment of the year
Two legends, two gladiators, coming together on one track
Busta Rhymes featuring Eminem: Calm Down
The record that everybody's talking about, available now, everywhere
Conglomerate, the label, the movement
We Dem Boyz (Remix) lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. J-Doe, O.T. Genasis & Wiz Khalifa)
[Busta Rhymes:]
Yeah, O.T. Genasis
Yeah, J-Doe
Yeah, Bus-A-Bus
BOYZ!
[Hook x2 - Wiz Khalifa:]
Hol up, we dem boyz
Hol up, we dem boyz
Hol up, hol up, hol up, we makin' noise
Hol up, hol up, we dem boyz
[Verse 1 - O.T. Genasis:]
Hol up, hol up ,hol up
I'm gettin money
Hol up, hol up, hol up
She acting funny
Man, that because these bitches want me
Weed feel like I dipped it in honey (It’s sticky)
Hand cuffin cause she model
Man,my hand cuffs is pair of diamonds
Hoping that she want to fucking swallow (Fuck me bitch)
I hit the club and click pictures,called the lotto
I got a deal they say I’m comfortable
Well, yeah, I’m treating verses like Lunchables
Drop top GT to feel the weather
Your broke ass GT, get it together
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - J-Doe:]
Hol up, Nah! ain’t gon touch that style (Oh no)
About my business,[Yeah] you already know I don’t fuck around
Unless I’m touching down with your bitch
Got her going up and down on that dick
She said what we doing tonight
Cause I don’t know what you’re doing but we better get to that shit quick
My new name Freshness ,Aloe Vicious [Uh hun]
All about my business
I don’t do fake, I don’t do hate, and I damn sure don’t do no dishes
All my niggas trip,[uh huh] all my niggas thorough
Half em rep their block,[yo] half em rep their borough
Look All these niggas know me, that Inglewood homie
Got respect from all the OGs', what the fuck you bout to show me? Hol up
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Busta Rhymes:]
It’s the conglomerate bitch! Make some noise
Respect and honour it bitch, We dem boyz
Rookie your bitch chose me, she made a choice
She said hol up hol up, I hear his voice
When I pull up, Rolls Royce
While we spend all this money, you counting coins
My bitch be bathing in berries it smell like oils
Hol up, Hol up, Hol up, Hol up,We Dem Boys
Now if you fucking with me, fire up in the air, light your dutches with me
Stack some more M’s bout a hundred fifty
Hol up, Hol up, Hol up, and if you fucking with me
Sing it!
[Hook]
mixtape: The Abstract And The Dragon (2013) - Busta Rhymes (with Q-TIP)
- Intro - The Abstract And The Dragon
- God Lives Through
- Gettin Up (DJ Scratch Remix)
- Steppin' It Up
- Add On Interlude
- The Abstract & The Dragon
- Wild Hot
- Thank You
- One Two Shit
- We Taking Off
- Renaissance Rap (Remix)
- N.T.
- Butch & Sundance
- Shaheem Reid Speaks (Skit)
- Pardon My Ways Ele 2 Exclusive
- Back To Our Regularly Scheduled Programming (Skit)
- For The Nasty
- Come On Down Skit
- Come On Down
- J Dilla (Skit)
- You Can't Hold The Torch
- Lightworks
- Vivrant Thing Remix
- Ill Vibe
- Scenario
- Scenario (7 Mc's Mix)
Intro - The Abstract And The Dragon lyrics - Busta Rhymes
We here, the abstract and the dragon
I don't even know where to start
You know me and tip, we've been friends
Brothers for like 26 years
Phife, Ali Shaheed, Jarobi, leaders of the new school
This is where it all started
Theirs something about whenever me and Kamaal
AKA the abstract, AKA Q-Tip, when we come together
It's that unconquerable
It's that unstoppable
It's that undefeatable
It's that unkfuckwitable
Representing that real hip-hop
That real boom bap
And thank you
Shouldn't be a more apporopriate title to name that
And we thankful for ya'll
For the first time it's official
The Abstract and The Dragon
You know this is a gift from us to ya'll
Something to hold ya'll over for the holiday season
Bringing that real feel good boom bamp shit back to life
We gone get back to that
I don't even know man
This is like a dream come true man
We in here with the gods man
I gotta stand up for this man
You know this is that life changing music here
Q-Tip man, like me being from Queens, this is an honor man
And then Busta my brother right here man
And what what takes so long for you two, cus i feel like
You two would have an album done together
You know like, we done seen the stage shows and everything
And the love is abundantly clear
God Lives Through lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. A Tribe Called Quest)
[Hook - Busta Rhymes:]
I always wanted to rhyme on this shit
Yea... La La La La La La
La La... I always wanted to sing that shit
[Verse 1 - Busta Rhymes:]
Yo, when I come with the excitement
Like a baby when they speak they first words
So compelling when I speak can even burst nerves
Skyscraper rhymes flying like the first bird
Penthouse view I help ya see the earth curve
I scorch the street and you can search for burns
I think sick before I speak my thoughts hurt the words
Here I come, I come to get you what you each deserve
Feed the street the shit that make em want to eat the curb
Well if you lookin for me, here I am, run
Because you can't erase me, accept it how it come
You might as well embrace me, somehow I'm never done
Maybach Zeppelin, call em metallic plum
And while im having fun, we gotta keep it bouncing
Unraveling another bag of the money, keep counting
When a cup runeth over like a broken water fountain
Here I am like I appeared at the top of the mountain
Or here I am back from vacation, see ya boy is home
Parading for the kid, they respect cus the cornerstone
Invading strips so incredibly like im local homes
Connect the hoods international like a global phone
It's so magical how I hold my own or with my brother Kamaal
Or when I hold the chrome, merciless with my advesaries
I'm so alone, i'm in a place into planetary i'm in a zone
Insighting wires int spots see how I get em
Got em wild see how I be smilin when i'm with em
Then I remind em, see i'm right behind em when I hit em
Cus when I finally kill em got them bottles in ice buckets
You know we gotta chill em, touching us over the streets
See thats how got up in em, then im back to my city
To properly put em on and make an everlasting
Impression, my people sing along now
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Phife Dawg:]
There's a million MCs that claim they want some
But see I create sounds that make your ears go numb
Peace to Sayres Ave., yeah you know how we go
My best friend Steven at the Home Depot
Laurelton is in the house, I can't forget Southside
Walk past MCs like that girl did to Pharcyde
I'm labeled as the cat's meow, the MC with the know-how
Act like you know, not now but right now
Beast of the East, on MCs I have a feast
I'd eat that ass like quiche, crack a smile like Shanice
Straight outta Jamaica, seen? Jamaica, Queens
But you could find me out in Georgia, or anywhere in between
Now if my partners don't look good, Malik won't look good
If Malik don't look good, then Quest won't look good
If the Quest don't look good, then Queens won't look good
But since the sounds are universal, New York won't look good
Picture Phife losing a battle, come on, get off it
Put down the microphone son, surrender, forfeit
Did I hear something 'bout a crew? What they wanna do?
You better call Mr. Babyface so he can bring out the cool in you
Or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton
And I'll dissect you like a fraction
Oh, you wannabe top cat MCs, I'll pop you like a zit
You wanna be the champ, you more like Chief Some-shit
Big up myself every time when it comes to this
MCs be running scared as if they're watching the Exorcist
I kick more game than a crackhead from Hempstead
My styles are milk, man, you'd think that I was breast-fed
You know the steelo when the diggy Dawg is on the scene
I dedicate this to all the MCs outta Queens
That goes for Onyx, LL, Run DMC
Akinyele, Nasty Nas and the Extra P
You need a chart, straight up and down man, there ain't no other
Nuff respect to all my peeps that made the album cover
Yo, Tip don't worry none you know I get the party jumping
Get on the mic and break 'em off a little little something
Yo, Tip don't worry none you know I gets the party jumping
Get on the mic my man and break 'em off a little something
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Q-Tip:]
We got the funk doody don shit, clearly it's the bomb shit
So recognize me, kids memorize me
Everyday, I be scrounging, really I be lounging
I play the down low, very very incognito
Aries is my sign, I know that I can rhyme
Sometimes I rhyme in riddles, plus I make the honeys wiggle
Intellect is the major, some heads like to wager
The skills on the hill, overlooking dollar bills
Man, you're crazy, thinking you can phase me
The Ab doesn't study mere nonsense, money
Life seems to need me, MCs seem too cheesy
With their doody ass renditions of defeating competition
I rock to the roll man, yes, I'm a soul man
Bet your bottom dollar Vinia will make you holler
As you stand at attention, did I forget to mention
MCs will give me twenty if I sense that they act funny
Lyrics are abundant, right there, I sound redundant
Just mentioning the fact that the area is fat
I dwell in the under, so honey it's no wonder
That I get plenty of tail, well I even get white
I'mma bet hitting head crack, there money, take that
Breaking niggas off, cut their bank, then I'm off
While my Nikes match my Lo hat, beat joint is mad fat
Got the cutter of the box if a kid think he's ox
For tier means creator, the poetry relator
It's hemmed like Betsy Ross, let me tell you who's the boss
[Hook]
[Q-Tip:]
Queens got a...
Brooklyn got a...
Bronx got a...
Staten Island got a...
Long Island got the zone
Jersey got a...
Philly got a...
Milwaukee got a...
L.A. got a...
Oaktown got the zone
Gettin Up (DJ Scratch Remix) lyrics - Busta Rhymes (performed with Q-Tip)
[Busta Rhymes:]
Ay Yo Scratch what up
It's Busta Bust homie
Hey I just got off the phone with
The brother Kamaal Fareed AKA Q-Tip
You know i mean he told me ya'll were
Doing the rea hip-hop remix
To "Gettin Up"
You know you can't do that without me
On it, let's get it poppin, Cmon!
[Verse 1 - Q-Tip:]
Sent you a message, sent you an email
Hasty decisions we made still prevail
Both needed breaks, we both needed to bail
Walking through the corridors of my mind
The hideaways and nooks, and things with good times
Memories certainly yes they still bind
Still a common man and yeah that's for sure
Still a bankroll and yeah still couture
But man this thing we had was much more
Come back home, don't be out in the world
It's a rat race and no place for a girl
Amongst the scavengers,I found a pretty pearl
It's for the faint of heart who never get enough
Gotta get tough, buckle em up, we calling guts
And we, and we and we ahhh
[Hook - Busta Rhymes:]
Now you know what to do
Everybody
Get off your ass you heard what i said
Before i light up a fire up under that ass
You see we back and got the party on smash
And if you want us to hit you to get you better
You see we back to light up this whole shit
That's right we're here to give it to ya non stop
Cus it's the real hip- hop.. hip-hop... hip-hop...
[Verse 2 - Busta Rhymes:]
Hello bitch
See the real hip-hop shit is returning
Beat you in ya head util you niggas start learning
Scratch ya veins, fiending, i know my niggas been yearning
For the good cook-up, see the stove and the fire is burning
This shit goes out to whomever this is concerning
From overseas back to the burroughs to Mt. Vernon
The games coming back to the truth
Tables are turning, I'ma preach
Bitch lemme give you my Eric Sermon
A lot of niggas is gettin shine they ain't deservin
Ringtone money goin out, they pockets is hurtin
They bitches leave em, see niggas like me and get to flirtin
Take em to the telly poke em now listen how they be cursin
Tip you know this joint is the shit, nigga we workin
We back flooding the street, like we quenching they thirst and
We bodying the situation, we never let up
Get out ya and get off ya ass, everybody get up
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Q-Tip:]
Come over here baby, don't look so grumpy
This kinda lifestyle could be so comfy
We could start a clan just like the Kennedys
You and I again, certainly we could extend
Feelings that should never end
You respect me like a friend
But love me like your man, no other could contend
And we could be like those exposed to history
Like staying with each other with truth or chivalry
The things we go through, they shape identity
Yes pretty, let's do this all night
Consummate this thing and make it alright
And when we cuddle up I promise that I'll bite
[Hook]
[Verse 4 - Q-Tip:]
I like to watch everybody gravitate towards you
Your magnetic presence make them all come through
The same way you got them you got me too
Now look at our lives so colorful
A wonderful spectrum, not one tone dull
Full of excitement and not one lull
See we had an understanding, oh yes we did
I'm bringing it back, I'm puttin in my bid
Have a couple of kids, have a couple of cribs
We like Ruby Dee and Ossie, Martin and Coretta
Doin it to death, no one can do it better
When we leave our physical our spirits still together
So come on now, here's a placement for your hand
You rockin with the number one MC man
The number one controller of right with the plan
Steppin' It Up lyrics - A Tribe Called Quest (feat. Redman)
[Q-Tip] Phiiiiiife Dawg
[Phife] Yo Kamal
[Q-Tip] Reggie Noble
[Redman] Up in ya!
[Q-Tip] Yo Busta Bus, yo it's time to step up
[Busta Rhymes]
You know I plas-ter, the little bas-tard
and mastered the real way you slap the bitchest niggaz backwards
Hah! Uh-oh, aiyyo, whenever Busta Rhymes say so (mmmhmm)
when we move yes (mmmhmm) sometimes we lay low (mmmhmm) aiyyo (yo)
Big up my little nigga Pedro
Make you after the L like turkey, cheese and to-ma-to (to)
Fuck is that? Especially for niggaz that will pay no
attention to instructions, like they still wan' disobey y'all
Wonderin how it's activate real quick?
But then I could grow about five feet more with an extra dick!
One dick to hold in my hand when I'm rockin the mic
The extra dick to blow up the pussy for the rest of the night
Then I return with more lyrics like a bunch of rough niggaz
They tough niggaz that snuff niggaz (hah)
I know the club got enough niggaz (huh!)
to slap your face, expert, who the next jerk, to make me
exert heat? FUKKIT, let me network!
[Redman] Ha-hah!
[Q-Tip] Yo Reggie Noble
[Redman] Feel me, yo Busta Bus
[Busta] What up?
[Q-Tip] Yo Phife Dawg, yo it's time to step up
[Phife]
Yo what the fuck, ungh!
Check it here, peep the four-man transaction (action)
Phife diggy Dawg, we on some Todd Shaw mackin (mackin)
You know my stee', there's no time for relaxin (relaxin)
Word to Reggie (Phife Dawg) yo it's _Time 4 Sum Aksion_
Girl swing yo' ass, I can feel you climaxin (climaxin)
Don't even front, you know you wanna make it happen (make it happen!)
Yo Busta Bus, do you hear Violator faxin? (mad faxin)
Eighty G's for one show (eighty G's yo) that's satisfaction (satisfaction)
Now which emcee feel like he fuckin with dis heah? (This here)
Word to Queens, I keep shit hot like a canish, yeah (Nish yeah!)
Malik is back, I'm here to make you look foolish (foolish)
My roughest niggaz in the Apple (Apple) on Coolidge (Coolidge)
Remember White Shadow? My click stay sharper than an arrow (c'mon)
Plus in Trinidad I'm treated like the mighty sparrow (uh-huh)
Freestylin son, like there was no tommorrow (fuck it up nigga fuck it up)
Hence the reason why your bitch ass would love to follow (what?)
Two different toasters in your chest will make your shit hollow
How's about them apples, oh is it too hard to swallow?
Push your wig back, word to Big Moot and Bolo
Billy Razor, Fudge Lover, on down to Shine Lightro (Love Movement)
Yo Bootsy takes this mic from this fool see, make him run it
Five-foot invasion son, you can't run from it
[Busta] Yo Reggie Noble
[Redman] Blaoowww, yo Phife diggy!
[Phife] What up?
[Busta] Yo yo Kamal it's your time to step up!
[Q-Tip]
Check it out, the original, shit, we makin it
Takin it, to the extremes, we breakin it
When we get, inside a zone then you feel that it's good
All you jelly cats stop marinatin my wood
Niggazm grab the mic with loads of malarky
I bring the knowledge and wield the anarchy
Put it on pooh-butts who's unsettled with ignorance
Give the last sentence with poignance and diligence
Eighteen wheelin through niggaz like truckers
Breakin ankles, put it on like we at the ruckus
Guaranteein that shorty can move it around
In the place that gets you hot but leaves you here on the ground
Contenders don't you even think to challenge the crown
Of these brothers who so elequently hold the beat down
Fuck the rigamarole, we vyin for the control
We the musical equation of the whole entire nation
[Q-Tip] Yo Phife Dawg
[Phife] Yes Kamal
[Q-Tip] Busta Bus
[Busta] What up?
[Q-Tip] Yo Reggie Noble yo it's time to step up
[Redman]
Yo yo
I'm just a ill nigga who don't got it all up stairs
Riding dick, get the balls til they come in pairs
Oh yeah, throw the goggles on these engineers
Cause it might, get kinda wet when I spit this here
Yo, I'm six-foot-one with a big ass gun
To carry it you'd need a waistline the size of Big Pun
But I move crowds without a gun
like if -- The New York State Lottery is ninety nine million!!
Hah-hah, yo, when it's time to flow I suprise and blow
five hundred thousand units off a dime a trow
Forty below, I'm thorough when it's time to throw
the caboose, I'm even hard to be touched by a masousse
Whoo-whoo! Funk Doc gets the money
and best believe I went through more trees than Sonny
Me, Kamal, Busta Bus, Phife Dawg
Shittin, pussy niggaz get Lysol!
Heh heh heh
Add On Interlude lyrics - Busta Rhymes
[Q-Tip & Busta Rhymes:]
I'm not gonna be one of them niggas
That just wrap up in my blanket
And be like "I did this, i did this"
(Busta Rhymes laughs)
That's why I'm still here fucking around (Word up)
You know what I'm sayin?
Because it's like we love it (Real Talk)
You know what we gonna do, like this is what it is, you know what I'm sayin?
(No question no question)
You know, whats done is done, the history
I'm thankful and grateful for it but it's done now, you know what I'm sayin?
I'm still here, the creator's still got me and got him
So now we just gotta, in this moment look forward (and add on) and hopefully add on (add on)
The Abstract & The Dragon lyrics - Busta Rhymes
[Verse 1 - Busta Rhymes:]
One time yo
Watch how I kick it and rhyme slow
With the slimes though
Fleet of Suburbans and Tahoes
Time to push out
Niggas are back, the tools out
Word to King Tut, we shakin' they takin' they boobs out
Bitches frantic
Then fuck with a nigga, I say it best
Bring your girl shorty, both you can come do a taste test
Now they both trynna play though
I love the way they handle me
Could do this everyday though
Let 'em suck it all up out of me
Let 'em loose, they come back and do it the same way
To make 'em sickle down a bit while they give me their ashtray
While they also bring a nigga that money, it's pay day
What the fuck nigga?
[Hook - Busta Rhymes:]
Ain't no way in the world
Shit ain't bangin' through your speaker while we fucking shit up
My chain haningin and we had to build [?]
This shit is ringing and incase you didn't know its The Abstract & The Dragon
Boom, Bap, original rap
Boom, Bap, original rap
[Verse 2:]
Bitch The Dragon is back!
Oh no, with The Abstract
Rappin' and lettin' the bass go
Then we blaze those
Making 'em blacker than disco
With a fist full of money, we bakin' a pistol
Its official
When I come through, my clique whole
Shit to let off, and let the shit blow (Boo!)
Then we all go get this money and pack the paid show
Then we black from the front to the back
See, they know to spot it
Back of the cockpit
The shit is not a secret, niggas know how we lock shit
And how we flock shit when we come and make 'em salute niggas
Back they [?] and pop their shit in the club, and shoot niggas like
See, we back with the bang bang
And the boom bap, nigga we give you the dang thing
Yo, Kamaal, I know you wanted to rhyme
It's my fault, well, I'm excited by the slap you made
Bring on the onslaught
Mister Abstract, I see you done dug up back in the vault
Yeah, we back up in the kitchen and giving 'em what they want
Yeah, we pack shit thicker than niggas in banquets
Get your blankets
Most of you niggas need practice
Rehearsal with the hearses and line up the caskets
Lot of rapper niggas actors and move like an actress
We 'bout to hit you with the heat 'cuz we know when you're anxious
Aiyo, Kamaal, let's fuck 'em up and take 'em through the track list
Wild Hot lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. A Tribe Called Quest)
[Hook x2 - Q-Tip & Busta Rhymes:]
I got the busta bust
Yo, we make the shit wild hot
I got Kamaal
Complete, we make the shit wild hot
I got the busta bust
Yo, we make the shit wild hot
All y'all rude boys lick a shot (gun shot)
[Verse 1 - Q-Tip:]
I be the all-I-seein'
The MCin'
Human bein'
Soon to be in your museum
When I'm in your colisseum
I'm MCin'
Punishin' wack niggas for disagreein'
Did you see him?
No, cause he move like the wind, in flight
Counter-attack like a Jedi Knight
If you're goin' to think about combatin'
General Patton
Of this MC shit you dick, chillout
You just a private in the lower class
I be the upper echelon
Don Juan, when the mic's on
Chief Abstract, Ace Quasimoto
Fuckin' with me, you'll be finished like photo
I'm sure to bust your shit like bolo
Black Nation needs a team, fuck solo
I can see ya in your eyes the webness
When your ass starts to cry it's redness
You can witness the style that I kick from the linguistics
But please come specific
Dealin' with the Tribe, but you never can
My nigga Busta Rhymes about to get his man
Ay yo, we do it like this and then we do it like that
It's the Abstract with the new format
We do it like this and then we do it like that
It's the Busta bust with the new format
[Verse 2 - Busta Rhymes:]
FIGARO, Figaro, Figaro
Bust yo shit, scar yo windpipes and make me break yo elbow
Put my foot in your ass slow
Feel the force like a race horse or like a heard of buffalo
Teel me why you be actin' soft
Freak the Spanish flow
Like Julio ?Lepingpacndahoe?
Freeze like chilly Willy the Eskimo
Vigilante like Steven Segal
Now bust the desperado
You fuckin' with the all time pros
While the zoom lens ammorate niggas from transistor radios
Mission Impossible without expose
Once I diagnose those who be creepin' blow 'em off they tippy toes
Sorry, fake nigga that's how it goes
Sport the suede-front bullet proof vests in case
You complicate my dough
Handle situations pronto
While appearances got you all hearin' this when I be doin' cameos
Shit be Wild Hot like Tabasco
Fuck the fool-ass nigga trespass and caught him in my last zone
Stick a nigga bad like the last hole
Runnin' up on muthafuckas late night jumpin' out the astro
No, No,No,No,No
If you violate I start to dictate just like Fidel Castro
Make you dreadlock yo' afro
And when I'm done I ride of with theme music by my man D'Angelo
We make the shit Wild Hot
[Hook]
Thank You lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Kanye West, Q-Tip & Lil Wayne)
[Lil Wayne:]
Woo! Welcome to the bank
Where you deposit Young Money
And, and you get Cash Money
I'm Tunechi the boss
And live from the vault, is Busta Buss
[Busta Rhymes:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo
Swag mania, pop that goes most, carry the most
Beautiful bitches with us happily toast
Keep the faculty close, gross when we give them a dose
Got them OD-ing, leaning in each Coast
Scenery froze, take notes, rock Rolls, diamonds that fit us
Chanel minks in the winter, who fucking with us?
We coming to give them the shivers, watery flows spilling like rivers
Flooding the street, hoping niggas swimming is moving gorillas
King Kongs, Godzillas when we roll up
Seat filling niggas, get up when we show up
[Q-Tip:]
Uhh, shit
Please don't throw up, hold your liquor, grow up
If you robbing niggas, we gon' show you how to blow up
Thank your lucky stars it's the Rap Czar, tuck your shit in
My niggas bite like Rin Tin Tin, my chagrin
You never win, model thin, walking crack in your shin
She gives in every time that I spin
Square up, bow down to the kings of the hall
We wade on, talk shit while we ball so what's cracking with y'all?
[Busta Rhymes:]
Native New Yorker, the slick talker keeps it in order
Call the reporter, stepping like British walkers
Legendary swag flu and see the influence, just see how we do it
Get them into it steadily, God I'm stupid, so undisputed
Act fool, back tool until they pop off
Police crowd up the street, blocking them off, locking them off
Got these niggas wilding while I signal my soldiers
Bossing it up, maintaining composure, stand on the sofa
Thirty bottles, twenty waitresses, bring them over
See how we light up shit, nigga, call the promoter
And tell that nigga bring the bag, better hurry up with it
And count the money up proper, cause you can get it!
[Alicia Myers (Kanye West):]
I want to thank You, Heavenly Father
(Yeah, it feel good, don't it? Uhh)
For shining Your light on me
(It feel good, don't it? Uhh)
I want to thank You, Heavenly Father
(Ay, I want to let y'all know)
(Ay, ay, I want to let y'all know, this Yeezy)
For shining Your light on me
(And you listening to Q-Tip)
[Q-Tip:]
Settle up, stiletto up, saddle up and let's go
Good times, only difference, niggas making it though
Chatter is up, peep the way we batter it up
On top of the mountain, folding the ladder up
You dead and done, rip up your paper 'cause your status is none
Transfixed on the strengths of the page, whether chopper or gauge
You're just a single cause you wouldn't engage
Turnt up with the script on the cup, you keep the goblets with us
[Busta Rhymes:]
See how we push sometimes a man fi get kuff?
Beat him in the head, boop-be-de-de-boff, zippity-boof
Beat him in the head again, "Stop killing me, wolf"
Whop, beat a nigga till he drop, piggity-poof
Oxy in me pulse, he don't want no problem with niggas
Fuck it, let's get to drinking, poison our livers
Dammit we sinners, when me and Abstract together, see we deliver
She got me touching it, fucking on all my fingers
Dammit we winners, pillar of this rap shit, homie they know
Kill everything until it's time for me to go
That's when I bomb it with a blow and then I black and get a little bit dummy
The microphone is bleeding, you should take it from me
[Q-Tip:]
Incredibly we do it and it resonates the music, iTune it, YouTube it
It could never ever be refuted
It's gnarly for niggas and naughty for ninas, bitches and ballerinas
Ballers and in-betweeners, blatant nonbelievers and overachievers
Kicking it in Pele Adidas, drink Alizé liters
All of you must reconcile a leader
She's begging to eat us and her man's attitude defeat us
But never a scandal because me and Bus, we're prone to handle
We're gentlemen
[Busta Rhymes:]
Not to mention, we're veterans, second, he need some medicine
Before I black as he get off my premises
Better fly, you pelican, idiot ass niggas but then again
You need a suit for your funeral measurements
See me doing it effortless, it's never getting no better than this
Giving your shit to convince a better preference
Watch me turn them to skeletons, see how I come and bring out the betterness?
Time is with it, I rep the foreverness
Flying United Emirates, sized private plane, that kind of etiquette
Purchasing diamonds, handle them delicate
Now you need you a better ref
You could peep us regulating, see we all in this bitch like we ain't never left
[Alicia Myers:]
I want to thank You, Heavenly Father
For shining Your light on me
I want to thank You, Heavenly Father
For shining Your light on me
I know it couldn't have happened without You
Ooh-ooh, without You
Ooohh, without You
Ooohh, without You
One Two Shit lyrics - A Tribe Called Quest (feat. Busta Rhymes)
[Intro: Q-Tip, Phife Dawg, Busta Rhymes]
One two, one two
One-wa-wa-one, one two one two [3X]
Yo it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down
Yes I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound
It go
One-wa-wa-one, one two one two [2X]
And it's the, Phife Dawg, and I do the same
And when it comes to rippin mics aiyyo it ain't no games
One-wa-wa-one, one two one two [2X]
Aiyyo you know it's Busta Rhymes, ev-ery time
Oh yes, I'm comin wicked with the new design
I'm sayin
One-wa-wa-one, one two one two [2X]
[Verse One: Q-Tip]
MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes
Don't do the crime if you can't do the time
The time is eternal when you play with the miser
Soul is in my body, and the health make me wiser
The tantalizing wordplay yeah that's the joint
Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point
Brothers need to come, with better, compositions
I write, and recite, to make, good position
In this, rap game here, we en-gineer
Stabbin up the jam yeah son shit's clear
And I be kickin rhymes in my own damn way
Beatin niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray
Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool
My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool
Peace to C-Seventy-Three, and C-Seventy-Fo'
Do a little somethin when I'm out on tour
Comin thru like narcotics for the antibiotics
Flappin shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets
What you really need to do is just boogie your ass
It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last
Let the good times roll, cuz we in control
Take you out on your high less you payin a toll
Let the good times roll, let the good times toll
Take you out on your high less you payin a toll
[Verse Two: Phife Dawg]
Question
Why is that, MC's be wack
And major labels wanna sound like crap
Aiyyo Funk Dat!
Word to life I'm comin rugged
Cuz once you add the hip to the hop kid, it equals out to love
If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it
Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks Renuse it
Put down the mic kid, cuz you gets no dap
How long did it take for you to see you can't rap
The name is Phife Dawg, and I got nuff style
It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild
So bust what I'm swingin what I'm swingin when I swing
I rap when I rap cuz I never wanna sing
Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle
I bust his ass in Cleveland now he's Sleepless in Seattle
Rude bwoy official comin with the ill grammar
Comin back on kids, like Joey Montana
We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty
Mad play, on WKRP in Cincinatti
So lord send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man
An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself
Cuz all deez bitin MC's, lawd dem somethin else
See I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt
Money on my mind so never mind a trick
New York is the town and the team is the Knicks
World's greatest five footer rippin parties apart
Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark
Never had to rhyme about feelin what with lead
NEVER MIND DAT MON HERE COME DE DREAD
[Verse Three: Busta Rhymes]
We comin farrrr farrrr farrrr
Busta Rhymes is comin farrrr farrr farr
ya know ya hear me Star!
Bet your bottom dollah
Right after this jam about one million one two niggaz go follow
Whether it be to-day or to-morrow
Niggaz be collaboratin sickening
you beat them like they father
Ohhhhh shit check out what I saying
Ah-hah ah-hah ohhhhh ah-hah ah-hah
You know my niggaz don't be playing
Once upon a mah-hah-hacking time
I received the opportuni-ties to represent my first rhymes
To define, lyrical sensations
Black masons blowin up the spot
Just to represent the Nations
Three dimensions, tryclops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes
Fat like a burger and fries
Mama-so-mama-saa-mamma-ma-ko-sah
Go back to the country to go check my grandmama
Eeeyah!! Bring it to the table at the meetings
Gathering large receivings delivering intellectual ass beatings
As I carry on with my proceedings
Greetings!! Watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings
But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place
I hope you find civilized every soul and every race
Sit dog sit!
Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit!
We Taking Off lyrics - Busta Rhymes
[Intro - Busta Rhymes:]
Welcome to The Abstract and The Dragon Airlines
Can you quickly get out the aisle and take your seats please?
When you are finished putting your luggage or your bags
On the overhead bin, please close that lid on your overhead bin
And quickly take your seats and strap into your seat belts
Because we're taking off, yea...
[Verse 1 - Busta Rhymes:]
Motherfucka confess it
Speak on they god and address it
Ya'll niggas already know
The way I go when I rep it
Before I come and I bless it
Before I beat em decrepit
And make these niggas respect it
I'm only here to correct it
But nigga just for the record
You see these stones in my necklace?
I ain't do none of that
Though that bitch was stressing me
In the back of my car
And when im finished with mami, shawty light my cigar
They can't believe I redid it
They say this shit is bizarre
Go get a drink at the bar
I'm thinkin' a bottle, oh shit
Despite I live like a czar
Can not see none of you niggas
My bat is too far, they shit is not up to par
They do not talk to me star
Now pass me a bud of the kush
Go ahead and open the jar
Dread growin', I'm back on my Bob Marley, where my guitar
Hear the way the beat slap?
That be my brother Kamaal
We get together for ya'll
Now peep the way we ball
[Hook - Q-Tip & Busta Rhymes:]
We taking off
You see us
We taking off
We taking off(off off off)
I said that we taking off
Never off of the work
Never off of the grind
But we taking off
You see us
We taking off
We taking off(off off off)
But we taking off
Never off of the work
Never off of the grind
[Verse 2 - Busta Rhymes:]
Now what's the matter with ya'll
Yes I'm talkin' to ya'll
Some of ya'll frown and look at me
And see and wish I would fall
You need to stop staring at me
You need to look at the wall
Or you can look down the hall
Or you can get down and crawl
And while I continue to ball
You can go shop at the mall
Mad cause I tell the truth
And now these guys wanna brawl
They mad cause we do it big
And all ya'll niggas small
Can't fuck with me, not even a little
Matter of fact, overall
Stop being so fuckin' mad
I'm here to make niggas happy
By giving you all that shit
Bitches callin' me Papi
Rockin Givenchy Denim
Even I wanna slap me
For being so disrespectful with it
Nigga get at me
Overseeing the signs
I'm only leaving with dimes
That's real big for the
Little times I invest in the club
Be at the top of the mountain
Flying high like a dub
See how we risin' above, doing the shit that we love
[Hook]
Renaissance Rap (Remix) lyrics - Busta Rhymes (performed with Q-Tip, Lil Wayne & Raekwon)
[Q-Tip:]
I don't care who first or who last
I just know y'all betta rock dis at da drop of a dime, baby!
(Renaissance...)
I don't care what chy'all say or what chy'all do
But you got to be finished befo' the music is through...
[Verse 1 - Q-Tip:]
I don't think they heard me, hold up..
..So here we go, now
It be the "Midnight Maurader" on the scene
Geographically earthed in a place called Queens
I was formed with my principles, way I displayed
When I used to cool out where all the other kids played
Cause I was way too ill, I would hone my skill
Go out in the park and let my chemicals spill
Right there, on Farmers Boulevard, I made my mark
Two dudes, brothers would dip from us, me, and NARCS
And then my, legend would grow on the A-train line
Where rappers would gather to see my blowin nicks and dimes
It was me, Big, Pete, Tanya, and Sa [?]
When in the heat of the cypher, I was not liable
For all the casualties of the dutty MCs'
I split the train car like Moses did the Red Sea
Get it in ya head, we gon' rock the dead
Night of the living MCs', the weak ones fled
C'mon Bus..
[Verse 2 - Busta Rhymes:]
Yo, yo, God body, wise intellegence
Smack niggas and wrestle with elephants
My beloved respect my benevolence
Comin like missles, the issue is this
Be the shit you can't rebel against
Then I sniff out you niggas that be hidin in bushes - whassup?
And strangle niggas like poisonous octopuses - shut the fuck up!
Back with hazardous weathers and blizzards
As I spit, stickin out my tongue like an iguana lizard
At you corny niggas, Animal Planet rap, Wildlife
Stabbin you in yo' back wild nice (Ahhhh!)
While I hunt and eat you niggas like food, leavin you bleedin
BEATS - rattle the speakers, like some buffalo stampedin
If you don't understand what I'm sayin
Lyrically I'm like goons acci-DENTALLY beatin you like gorillas playin (Ha ha!)
Bitches know when I spit, I be seducin 'em
Countless money with diamonds that's buried in Jerusalem
The Renaissance
[Q-Tip:]
WHOOO, that Busta Rhymes right there
I don'- look like sendin Raekwon in here
Where Raekwon at?
[Verse 3 - Raekwon:]
Aiyyo, aiyyo, squeezin Johnny Walker neck up in the Benzo freezin
The head-long cock block pumpin is easy
Poison medals on my neck wrists and arms
Louie luggages is bronze, a big bag of D, Happy Kwanz'
Together we the Chi-Lites to twists of the O'Jays
One line from miss'll have you leanin like roach spray
Poison up on holstery, my boys in Mrs., our choice
Booklyn, Shaolin whylin in the Royces
Old Gold at the Golden Globes, my robe hitin the cement
Chef in the buildin, yep and he been
A thousand one goons at the Rumba
Certified clients, drug money and sum'thin up giants
Yo, it's the Tarzan cocaine clan in the area
Guerrillas in Louie hats, the more, the merrier
Take mines, take a hunnid nines
We be runnin out of rhymes, never bullets
Try to front and you mines
Renaissance...
(WHOOOOOOOOOO-WHEEE!!!)
[Verse 4 - Lil Wayne:]
A-go off...
Let me spaz, let me spaz (c'mon)
Though they call me Weezy F., you gon let me pass
So ahead of my time with my next week ass
Money on the dinner table like let's eat cash
And I do it for the killers and the hunnid dolla billas
And from now on, I don't think you should stunt without a million
Dollars in the bank, I got money in the bank
Now throw yo' hands in the air if yo' pussy don't stank
You got a bullet and a shank, I got a bullet and a tank
I got fur, in my boots, and the hoody on the minks
Stop sweatin me, you should follow me, I'm directin it
Other fools break it down, I be dissectin it
EVER since I made it up out of middle America
Everybody wanna be in my genital area
But you better stay away from my chemical barrier
Weezy, baby, straight out the Cesarean, nigga
(What's it called man?) Oh yeah...(Hah?)
"Renaissance Rap"
[Marley-Tip:]
MAN, I ain't gon give y'all my microphone no more!
Cause y'all tear it up when you get it
Lemme see who you have
Now, you have Q-Tip, you have Busta Rhymes
You have Raekwon the Chef, you had Lil Wayne on here
Man, I ain't givin y'all my microphone no mo'
Cause y'all tear it up when you get it
I just said, get a lil' somethin before the beats GO...
N.T. lyrics - Busta Rhymes (performed with Q-Tip)
[Q-Tip:]
For real though who really got sick flow?
On the edge got the ledge hangin' out of the window
Bird chest niggas with ya winderous fearaf
Fuck around you'll be against me the size of a meal sack
Puny little punks better hit the gym
But that doesn't mean nothin to the heart within
You cramped up you and your team I'm amped up
And you asses can't dim my beam
My shine what the fuck is on your mind?
Little weakling rappers better hit the grind
Other brothers ain't motivated they can't do it
Not only did I penetrate it I ran through it
My music comes on and we mosh at the dance
Inside of your mind or inside of my pants?
Musical intentions that we have is vast
You sick? Drink a NyQuil when I'm bed on your ass
Oh well then here comes the gelatin
Tips on some sugars but you yap on your cell to friends
Now your party is completely blown
Real name is Kamal I'm in "complete me" zone
It's rap time for you that means nap time
Reachin for my joint? What the fuck, I'mma clap mine
Singin songs a sixpence with sit tensed
Surpised your ass is the end like the sixth sense
Heavy hitters knockin shit out the park
You didn't even really play tell me why did you start
Spittin' sharp blades laced with bleach
You wanna play around kid I'm not a walk at the beach
A stroll in the park or your fuckin playground
Put on your headphones and tell me how grenades sound
Put on your walkmase and go underneath the town
Q-Tip abstract how I gets down
[Hook - Busta Rhymes (Q-Tip):]
All my bitches, dance if you know that you damn sure
Let your pussy drip on the dance floor if you wanna
(Get down)
Fuck that niggas will bust gats
Better lit a make for their rush that cuz they wanna
(Get down)
Flip this piano sick shit
(Get down)
Chill you can get off my dick and
(Get down)
While I'm on the hook get on your good foot
And blow up the spot for all of you niggas cuz that's how we
(Get down)
[Q-Tip:]
Comin with the brand new quickly we pan to
The young black man with intentions to ban you
Seems that people need an aid today
So many fade away, so many fiend to stay
I really rhyme cuz I feel I should say things
While the fraudulent acts rap just so they cop rings
Or maybe because when they was young
They was fronted on and left alone to have their own fun
Now they're all grown up to be assholes
I'm giving you the rope will you tie some lassos?
You swing dangling from peach trees
While I sip my Daiquiris in the south west breeze
Writings so exciting the pen it keeps
Drippin out jings that's converted to hymns and them
People be hummin em from now to their next of kin
My family is starving? You know they want me to win
We forfeit nigga please get off it
Send the check in my name to my office
Mutombo in the lane yo I toss it
Abstract comin through witness the bomb shit
Butch & Sundance lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Q-Tip)
[Verse 1 - Q-Tip:]
Bust my brother despite the two mothers
Butch and Sundance trot, killshot to you fuckers
You feel the wind of excellence before we enter in the room
So assume your position of the natural born coon
When we groom other rappers, pew, ladies start to swoon
The wolves are howling at the moon, your time will never come soon
Markie, featuring me and the Brooklyn bad boy
The petty thoughts of the sanction when we rhyme, become void
The game of life, the game of death
Tap out you can't take it, rappers fake it til they make it
And it's mirrors of naked, your lady shoes are Rasputin
Of the rhyme evolution and all the issues you confusing
And we are the solution
Yo, Busta rhymes
[Verse 2 - Busta Rhymes:]
I'm on, black, you know it's a wrap
And despite all the shit you taught me you niggas is wack
Fuck that, fuck with us, bitch, them niggas is back
Show me your ass, stack it up all on a nigga and now ass clap
Don't get your ass clapped trying to be like the next dude
Go ahead move, try to prove something I test tube
A couple of you funny looking niggas some fufu's
Them niggas is too cool, you niggas is through
See we live with it, homie, look, we clearing the bar out
Toasting, celebrating and we drinking 'til we fall out
While I'm with a strong shine, bitch, you know it's Bust' Rhymes
Let me explain, (no), I'm fucking with the slimes
That's it, fuck the time, we rock on and on
You rhyme wrong, everything about you dead gone
Niggas in the front, heard you got my back
I'mma put the drug back in the street like nickle crack
Abstract
[Verse 3 - Q-Tip:]
One for the beat and two for the creator
The remains saying, debating who's position came the greater
For now let's set the gate up, the live motivator
Couldn't cut it with a fader and Grandmaster was your data
'Til the youth was disenchanted we’ll revamp it single-handed
The vision is deep unless every man understand it
You spittin' sweet 16’s for king’s queens
My mom's got legendary genes that brought me greens
You virtual robotic, I got the lean product
Fiends follow like the hobbit cause crowd could never top it
And your trash is not the topic, we know you can't rock it
Well, shit the topic is that none of you niggas can stop it
Indeed, we gonna do it, you know we went through it
Here’s the stripes to prove it if you listen to the music
If you listen to the music then you should've get it better
It's the Abstract and the Dragon and we doing this together
[Verse 4 - Busta Rhymes:]
Do it together, do it forever
Bust grand, imperial rhymes, finish billing your crimes
Oh shit, another verse, get in line first
For what it's worth, did it all, did it first
Niggas mad, sick with thirst, hit 'em bad 'til it hurt
Pick the land, pick the turf
The fuck is up? We getting this work
I stay on my bullshit eating niggas' food, bitch
I'm in the mood, wildin like swallowing Quaalude
Bet they want that shit, better forfeit
And forklift niggas like I'm throwing them off cliffs
It's all horseshit, bang them niggas like war ships
She want the daiquiri, well, I'm allowing her four sips
Raw spit, they out here acting like they important
You off niggas, get to accepting your loss quick
Abort this, identify the God as your lordship
For how you funny niggas be looking you an ostrich
Beat niggas head, your looks very assaulted
The cost is whatever the niggas want, it's the boss, kid
Ayo, come on, what you doing?
What you - what you doing, dude?
Why you trying to stop my shit son?
The fuck's up, son?
Stop doing that shit son
Word, son, stop doing that shit
Fuck that
Shaheem Reid Speaks (Skit) lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Shaheem Reid)
We interrupt our program to bring you this important message
[Shaheem Reid:]
This is Shaheem Reid
I know you out there vibing to these vintage classics that we playing on this mixtape
But we just wanna take a moment, and give you some of the new classics
"Pardon My Ways," Busta Rhymes, produced by Q-Tip
Off the ELE 2 album, 2014
Pardon My Ways Ele 2 Exclusive lyrics - Busta Rhymes
This the kind of...
This the kind of slappers that I used to dream about...
Peter Tosh.. Peter Tosh.. Peter TOSH..
Nigga we back I be that bumba blood clot
Mozart now watch how we fart
Poisonous darts see when I start
I make 'em lick wood
Lock every hood, it's understood
Make 'em calm down, fuck up the place
Black telling god, they wish that they could
Do what I do, them niggas wack
Donkey shit rap
See when I come through, it's a wrap
Pull-up pull-up pull-up pull-up!
Back To Our Regularly Scheduled Programming (Skit) lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Shaheem Reid)
[Shaheem Reid:]
Okay, okay, okay, that was just a taste, that was just a taste
We have to prepare you for this experience that's called ELE 2, coming in 2014
That was "Pardon My Ways," Busta Rhymes, produced by Q-Tip
We're 'bout to get back into to our regularly scheduled program
The Abstract, the Dragon, let's go
For The Nasty lyrics - Busta Rhymes
[Hook - Q-Tip:]
Let me tell you a story, yes
About a boy from the Tribe Called Quest
I be that nigga that I think y'all know
With Mr. Busta Rhymes (A-yo, I'm in the studio)
[Busta Rhymes:]
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y'all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y'all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y'all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y'all know
[Q-Tip:]
Close the door, 'ight, let a nigga rock
Cause we 'bout to eat real shit, not shit slop
Nigga can't say shit about this hip-hop
Cause I build dudes lanes while at pit stop
Built they styles and they names, Frankenstein, right
It's a high stake game, dudes are playing it
I be questioning alot of y'all who made it in
Just move with the joint that we chartering
Make you disappear quick, like you're part of wind
Then laugh, ah-ha ha, and laugh again
Shorty, move a lil bit, I'm looking at your friend
Let's get an ass shake for the beat, girl
Do a lil eye wink, throw a tongue twirl
Gotta hit lock smashed in, tied down
We on your block, turned hot spots to ghost towns
A-yo, I'm tired of these niggas, Bus-a-Bus, now
Say it to 'em
[Hook - Q-Tip:]
This is just, for the nasty
A-yo, this is just for the sassy
A-yo, this is just for the classy
A-yo, this is just for the what? (Tell 'em now)
[Busta Rhymes:]
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y'all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y'all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y'all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y'all know
[Busta Rhymes:]
Pardon me, now, gimme room again
It's time to raise the level of the boom again
NOW WHO THAT?! Bus-a-bus-a-bus rhyme
(RAAAAAAA!!!) See, I ain't do that in a long time!
Spitting shit, make the streets do more crime
Cop some cribs, cop a little more shine
Alright, yea, shh shh, mm, uh, I pity y'all
The way I bang niggas, and how I shit on y'all
Spit the slang bigger, make your label quit on y'all
And do my thang, bitch, from here to Senegal
We getting alot of money, me and my friend, Kammal
I take your money too, I ain't a friend of y'all
With so much class, my shit will kill ya blood
(jghejhejhehjeh) When I don't wanna rap
And still I will smash and make the bitches make it clap
As soon as I'm finished with her, homie, I'll give her back
Say it to 'em
[Hook - Q-Tip:]
This is just, for the nasty
A-yo, this is just for the sassy
A-yo, this is just for the classy
A-yo, this is just for the what? (Tell 'em now)
[Busta Rhymes:]
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y'all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y'all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y'all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y'all know
[Q-Tip:]
When the beat bang, and you're up in the club
When you listen and you feel a thud
When you hear my voice, understand the love
When the DJ spins it back, it's a friendly rub
But, when I'm behind, I cannot be kind
With your waistline, and the way you move
Like a old great beat, I'ma catch a groove
Or like a old hip-hop joint, you Nice and Smooth (Come on, girl)
[Hook - Q-Tip:]
This is just, for the nasty
A-yo, this is just for the sassy
A-yo, this is just for the classy
A-yo, this is just for the what? (Tell 'em now)
[Busta Rhymes:]
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y'all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y'all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y'all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y'all know
Come On Down Skit lyrics - Busta Rhymes
[Busta Rhymes:]
Ayo show, word to mother like
Right before i got the call to get on this
"Come on Down" record with Kane and Q-Tip
I was on my to the Black Expo back in the days
I was driving through midtown and somebody
Hit me on the jack and i forget who the management rep
Was from Violet at the time but he hit me on the jack
And was like "Yo Kane at the studio with Q-tip
Right now and they want a verse from you for
The "Come on Down" joint"
So I get to the studio, I see Q-tip, I see Kane
We all went in their vibin and shit
Then I go in the booth after i write my verse
Spit my shit, so at the time, you know
I was getting tired of doing the "Ra-Ra like a dungeon dragon"
On the record type shit, so i spit the whole verse
And i ain't do the "Ra-Ra" ya feel me?
So, i came out the booth and Kane looked at me
And Kane was like "Yo, where the Ra-Ra at?"
I was like "Damn son, thats all you want?
You want the Ra-Ra? You don't respect my lyrics
My bars, or this verse? You want the Ra-Ra homie?"
So i went back in their and I did the Ra-Ra
I did it at the end of the verse
That's why when you hear the verse you
Don't hear the dungeon dragon until the end of the verse
Yo Kane, good lookin for the opportunity big homie
Kamaal Faried, AKA Abstract, Salute
Come On Down lyrics - (feat. Busta Rhymes & Q-Tip)
[Big Daddy Kane:]
When I'm in motion it's just like the flow of the ocean
The weight of the words swerve and curve
My style flexes bigger than the state of Texas
Quick as a Lamborghini, smooth as a Lexus
I guess that makes me the top of the line
Oh yes I'm the most prime of all time
Cause as soon as I pick up the mic and begin and the lyrics just start
To flowing, ahem ahem, coughing couldn't stop me from going
On with the rapture, so that I can capture
Your mind with state of the art music made to adapt to
To knowledge the God on the groove
Because when my tongue moves I just love that I'm smooth
Do it with these and in times I leave reas (reason)
To give em a little of the flavor that please
As I, school in the who in pursuin and doin and reignin again and the
Gutter and stutter and killin and chillin collectin the rent and
Jammin and slammin and damn it's
Too much for one mind to comprehend
A pure blend, the way that I make words mend
And, the way that I be doin rappers in
Michael Bivins couldn't make these Boyz II Men
I play, somethin verbally, capable to murder the
Average MC, the tough ones I'll burn third degree
And if you're thinkin that I'm takin a beatin
You're sure to see the Pink Panther speakin
[Q-Tip:]
I'm a native New Yorker, I pitch a lot of porker
When I get my ride, I be the grill squawker
Tip's a smooth talker, I love Alice Walker
So get off the dillz and step back you little hawker
Better yet you hooker, you wanna show I book ya
The highest way I took ya, is youse a good looker
Queens is residential, I make the presidentials
Over instrumentals, I utilize the mentals
First saw Big Daddy at the place called Union Square
If you went in by yourself it was a terror
See, I could do that cause my crew is kinda phat
Outside we had the toolies, out West you call em gats
It's that, oh thanks chat, well let me drop some more shit
Bring your bats and balls and please don't forfeit
Cause you won't get away, your status will be stank
You can ride with me G I'm goin to the bank
To meet up with Kane, up on Dollar Lane
You get the idea, cause page times is near
So rappers see they bug cause they really can't handle
Position from the rappin, cause some of them be slackin
Not in this sport of thought we block out the devil
The three different flavors, you know we on the level
[Busta Rhymes:]
Check it out, uhh! As I come down and get dumb
Yes roughneck, swingin along with the drum
Swimmin in the, track, retaliatin thorough is how
I react, Busta Rhymes will attack
As you feel the pain, bass kick impacts to the brain
Gotta make a mega migraine
Whattup? To the Big Daddy and Tip
My trip, flip the rhyme, then I dip
Hey, hip-hop, cool, bust the interlude
Wack do ya on the stage gettin booed
This structure it takes, bust the angle of three different flavors
On a young raider choc well that's my vocal fader
Keep my volume on extra boom!
All the vains in my neck symbolizes that I want room
Word up, huh! Here I am, damn
Dragon slayer stackin layer after layer
This jam will be ran while the record flim flam
Wiggle your front pram, to the runnin man
Sam, Busta, Rhymes, comin on time
L.O.N.S. did, rip a new design
Flavor one, taste the unborn baby
Flip before you move or catch a bad one baby
Chiggy change chump, the over sized puff
Busta pump you and the love, and then I rump
Emotional stare point, for the wild
Busta buckwild musically direct from Strong Isle
Unload, catch you like smell later
Dig on your taste of the third flavor, rrrarrrRHHH
RARRARRRRH! Direct from the lungs of the dragon, uh!
J Dilla (Skit) lyrics - Busta Rhymes
Rest in peace J Dilla
You know there ain't no way in the world me and Q-Tip gon' make a motherfucking mixtape and not acknowledge one of the godfathers of this "Boom Bap" shit
J Dilla, The Abstract and the Dragon, let's get back to it
You Can't Hold The Torch lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Chauncey Black & Q-Tip)
[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah
It's funny how the game change, right? Hehe
Shit feel all different
Y'all niggaz complainin left and right about how the game feel all fucked up
Niggaz only been talkin like that since we been sittin out the game
I think the game need us Kamaal, let's talk to them niggaz
Huh!
[Q-Tip]
So many nights were spent ponderin
Wonderin how we gon' come again
My golden rule is not to focus on the fame game
In retrospect, the game ain't the same mayne
They heart and soul is divided
They ramshack the music, no control up inside it
Now - look at this, it's all stretched out and nasty
But - lettin money pass me
I doubt that, and niggaz from the bottom now
Pumpin hard, wind sleet hail rain or snow
So... you got to get your gate right
No matter what, you got to treat your weight right
On the block if you focused on greed then
Nine out of ten times you be bleedin
The analogy is clear
To all of my peers, I'm a muh'fuckin vet
Don't mean to disrespect, cause
[Chorus One: Q-Tip + (Chauncey Black) + {Busta Rhymes}]
"I write rhymes, I write checks"
(It's clear) Bust, aiyyo what happened to the (love)
For the game (love) for the music (I need realness in my life)
Aiyyo these niggaz in the game don't sound the same
Bust, these niggaz in the game don't sound the same
Aiyyo what happened? {They ain't got in 'em to make a classic}
Aiyyo what happened? {These niggaz can't hold the torch, so why pass it}
[Busta Rhymes]
Aiyyo, I ain't bringin they names up
These niggaz sound trash, straight foulin the game up
Need to change up (change up) sound so trash
When I see 'em feel like breakin they frame up
DuPont registry, talkin 'bout somebody else cars
Muh'fuckers better step up your bars
Instead of frontin in the game like niggaz really are stars
Like we ain't seein through the bullshit, we know who you are
I'm like a blessing to the game when your shit sound dated
I force niggaz to improve, you should be happy I made it
Here to rep the game fully, change my style like the weather
Givin you niggaz new shit to make the game feel better
I'm sayin, I cook in the kitchen and we make the thoughts connect
You forced to humble yourself, give me my big respect
You hurtin the game when your shit sound off y'know
A legend in this shit that's why I move like a boss y'know
You better be tight, cause you can get tossed fo' sho'
Y'all niggaz know whassup, I come correct with money long cause I
[Chorus Two: Busta Rhymes + (Chauncey Black) + {Q-Tip}]
"I write rhymes, I write checks"
(It's clear) Tip, aiyyo what happened to the (love)
For the game (love) for the music (I need realness in my life)
Aiyyo these niggaz in the game don't sound the same
Yo, these niggaz in the game don't sound the same
Aiyyo what happened? {They ain't got in 'em to make a classic}
Aiyyo what happened? {These niggaz can't hold the torch, so why pass it}
[Q-Tip + {Busta}]
Oh my God, they a (uh) come ridin around
Some (uh) old dream and they (uh) can't get down
They (uh) lookin around outside of themselves
And they {HUH} sayin things that ain't really themselves
And they {hah} keep fuckin regurgitatin the same script
Same hoes, same blow, same glock clip {ha}
Same drug strip, what the fuck is this? (uh)
C'mon y'all, raise the bar on this body, shit
[Busta Rhymes]
You sound stagnant, need to progress and grow (uh-huh)
Upgrade your punchlines, progress the flow (uh-huh)
Get your concepts and lyrics together, aiyyo (uh-huh)
Then drop the bomb shit to step up the pressure, y'know? (huh!)
I'm tired of niggaz complainin how the game changed
You niggaz should step up your game, cause you sound strange
That's why you ain't sellin no records, check the SoundScain
In this rap shit I command respect muh'fucker cause I
[Chorus Two]
[Outro: Q-Tip + {Busta Rhymes}]
Aiyyo these niggaz in the game don't sound the same
Bust, these niggaz in the game don't sound the same
Aiyyo what happened? {They ain't got in 'em to make a classic}
Aiyyo what happened? {These niggaz can't hold the torch, so why pass it}
[echoes]
Lightworks lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Q-Tip & Talib Kweli)
This is Bendix, the tomorrow people (Today)
What is the magic that makes one's eyes
Sparkle and gleam, light up the skies
The name of the game is lightworks
(J Dilla, Kweli, Q-Tip, ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo)
Blast from the past, yo, I'm back from the get go
Let's go, let's go, rap is special
Ya'll dudes gas like snaps on the petro
Flashy, like the gun blast in the ghetto
Sparkling like fireworks when we light up the sky
We independent like the 4th of July. Why?
We ask a question that you forced to reply to
Shine through the night, through the orange, sky blue
Rhyme for survival, [?]
Like Big Jay or Skyzoo, fly with the haikus
A pro with the pro's, still worse with the verse
Dispersin' the hurt to rappers gotta work with the nurse
Made it through first thank Q-Tip for taking a verse
See how they all up in my mug like they takin' a purse
Now that's hard, like the population of Rikers
This here easy, it's lightwork
The shine effect sparkle and gleam
Light up the skies
The name of the game is lightworks
Light up the spliffs
The name of the game is lightworks
Dilla still in here, Kweli he still in here
Abstract on the track for filming fulfillment's here
Watch ya back, boys, there's culture vultures everywhere
Walking the calm streets thinking that theirs peace in there
Draow, they blind sided up in they creepin' in
After the rush I'm drinking ice quarter waters to sustain
For the long haul advice is a order
My vertical up that no way on the way back
Competition, I eat that I'll get sneaker contract
I'll mary a vixon, she'll come with the tricks and
She'll take all my mansions and all of my riches
And leave me with the flatscreen and my new game device
And my little black book, my boys and my brand new life
Now I'm playing on my TV screen
Beating niggas down looking Bruce Banner green
Lookin' at the high score, do you want more?
The shine effect sparkle and gleam
Light up the skies
The name of the game is lightworks
Light up the spliffs
The name of the game is lightworks
Check, niggas say my flow is bananas
Yes, flow's sicker then another nigga
Looking up another man's ass
Yes, you can have the mayonaise
Bust your head and bang bitches
Up they cope and cabanas
And leave with yo bitch
My niggas will lay you out on a canvas
My clique consists of red and blue flags
We full of bandanas
Thorough like desperados, Antonio Banderas
My D crash floors, diamonds, them shits
As clear as a sunny day not a cloud in a sky
My nigga, whereas, yours look like
"Da da da, skippity boop" period
I'm so serious, flows makin hoes delirious
You wanna find out?
Bitch jump on my dick if you curious
J Dilla the godfather of the funk dubious
While you niggas think you the cell
I be the cell nucleus
You's the stupidest
If you think that you can ever contest the kid
Get outta here with ya groupie ass
The shine effect sparkle and gleam
Light up the skies
The name of the game is lightworks
Light up the spliffs
The name of the game is lightworks
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