mixtape: The Return Of The Dragon: The Abstract Went On Vacation (2015)

• Intro - The Abstract & The Dragon Speak
• Hits For Days
• Choose A Side
• Respect My Conglomerate 2
• God's Plan
• Hello
• Your Loss
• The Abstract & The Dragon Speak Again (Skit)
• Shawty Go
• UFC Tap Out
• Real Niggas
• Watch How You Move
• In The Streets
• Proper Leaders (Skit)
• We Home
• Outro - The Final Time The Abstract & The Dragon Speak 

Intro - The Abstract & The Dragon Speak lyrics - Busta Rhymes

[Abstract:]

So what's up Bus'?

Whas up?

What's Good?

[Busta Rhymes:]

Yo, come on it's time to do another Abstract & The Dragon tape

[Abstract:]

You think it's time right now?

[Busta Rhymes:]

It's time, brother

[Abstract (Busta Rhymes):]

...But, you know what?

(What?)

I wanna do it, but... man I been, just, working on all this stuff man...

(You always workin nigga)

I know, that's why I need a vacation...! So...

(Nigga, you can turn work into vacation too nigga. Brudda!)

Nah, nigga. I, when I gotta vaca, I gotta vaca, I gotta go hit that, you know that [?],

I gotta go hit that [?], I gotta go hit that Martinique, I gotta go do some of that man

(I'm comin')

Nah, you need to stay in the stu. You know what I think you should do? (What should I do?)

You should just do a "Dragon" joint. I'ma come back and do another one... in due time, but right now, you need to hold it down

("The Return of the Dragon"...?)

You need to hold that down. Please. We need you

[Busta Rhymes (Abstract):]

So the Abstract gon' go on vacation, and I need to do a "Return of the Dragon" without 'the Abstract'? That's what you sayin'?

(That's what I'm saying man. I gotta go. I need to rest. I need to come back.)

Ok, you go rest then. Lay yo' big-face ass down on a Craftmatic Adjustable, and I'm gon' get in this studio,

and I'ma do "The Return of the Dragon" then fuck it

(You gon' do the Dragon 1-2?)

I'ma do it because you told me to just do that. So I'ma...

(Gotta do it)

I'ma do "The Return of the Dragon", but I'm also gon' add to the name that the Abstract went on vacation

(You gon' really do that?)

I already did it!

(You DID it?!)

"THE RETURN OF THE DRAGON, THE ABSTRACT WENT ON VACATION" is the name of the project

Hits For Days lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. J. Holiday)

[Busta Rhymes:]

On your marks

Get set ready go

Let's get 'em upper deck

Let is spark

I'm sicker with flows

To set another trend

You niggas front

Like shit ain't for real

Why would you pretend

It's Busta Busta

Back for the kill

Tell a fuckin' friend

Before the bomb drop if you good

See when I (beat it up)

With nonstop coke for the hood

Go 'head and (heat it up)

I'ma leave it up to the streets

To determine how i beat it up

'til a nigga head get bus' in the club

I'm bout to (heat 'em up)

[J. Holiday:]

It's been a while since I've

Seen the light of day (Okay)

Cause I, been hustlin'

Jus' Cookin' in the kitchen

Comin' up with hits for days

And those involved

Are blastin' all

The rest'a y'all

No cruise control

(And) I know you wanna hate

You can't hate, [?]

You need to

Move over

Cause I'm colder

But more important

I'm a soldier

(Ha, Yeah) The rockin don't stop cause

We make hits for days

[Busta Rhymes:]

Ay, yo yo

No just in case you actin' like you don't know

Must I remind you niggas that

(We make hits for days)

It's only in your best interest if you

(Spread love, dah dahhh-dah)

We make niggas wanna act up

Smash ya wig and wanna backflip

Ain't nothin changed I'm still the

Goliath of this rap shit

Snatch a couple of ones

My money [?]

Then I double my funds

And [?]

Oh Oh Oh

My My My (SHIT)

My My My

My niggas black and reactin'

Like they back in the sty

It's really plain and simple

So please explain to me why

Y'all know already

Only them stupid niggas'll try

To test the kid who spit it hard

Like the legend of [?]

Back on my grind like I'm sittin'

Baggin' them tin pies

Glass table, couple razors

And baking soda supplies

While sippin' 'ngac

Hits from the 'L' will

Bloody your eyes

This new concoction I cook

Will flood exceeding the size

Of every hood, borough, and city

Meet your demise

And if you gotta question the kid

Then utilize

Your better sense of judgement

Who do it better? Surprise, Surprise!

("J") Get 'Em

[J. Holiday:]

It's been a while since I've

Seen the light of day (Okay)

Cause I, been hustlin'

Jus' Cookin' in the kitchen

Comin' up with hits for days

And those involved

Are blastin' all

The rest'a y'all

No cruise control

(And) I know you wanna hate

You can't hate, [?]

You need to

Move over

Cause I'm colder

But more important

I'm a soldier

(Ha, Yeah) The rockin don't stop cause

We make hits for days

[Busta Rhymes:]

Ay, yo yo

No just in case you actin' like you don't know

Must I remind you niggas that

(We make hits for days)

It's only in your best interest if you

(Spread love, dah dahhh-dah)

In every hood

We carry the goods

I'm ready to go

Let's proceed with the stuntin'

In case you ain't know then LET...

...me show you somethin'

Why niggas front?

They know who in charge

Of this whole production (YO!)

Take [?] legal liquor consumption

And keep it nutty

For every hood

Follow instructions

And rush the door

And [?] the entry

Wild'n the function

Just throw a couple bottles around

And fuel a combustion, probably

Shit's about to explode

Catch a concussion

The club('s at) capacity

And now everybody is stuck in

With bitches shakin' they ass

And dancin' just like they fuckin'

See my money long

I spend them benefits from tax deductions

A couple cribs

And a little company doin' construction

(Ha, It's nothin')

DJ play 'til equipment'll malfunction

And the lights is on

And Shots have been fired

That's why they duckin'

Mother fuckin' better run

If you hear them niggas is bustin'

I know it's been a while

So you niggas ain't

Expect to see this comin'

I'm back to get 'em!

[J. Holiday:]

It's been a while since I've

Seen the light of day (Okay)

Cause I, been hustlin'

Jus' Cookin' in the kitchen

Comin' up with hits for days

And those involved

Are blastin' all

The rest'a y'all

No cruise control

(And) I know you wanna hate

You can't hate, [?]

You need to

Move over

Cause I'm colder

But more important

I'm a soldier

(Ha, Yeah) The rockin don't stop cause

We make hits for days

[Busta Rhymes:]

Ay, yo yo

No just in case you actin' like you don't know

Must I remind you niggas that

(We make hits for days)

It's only in your best interest if you

(Spread love, dah dahhh-dah)

Choose A Side lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. J-Doe & Aaron Cooks)

[Busta Rhymes:]

Translate

Yeah

Yeah Yeah Yeah

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah

Yeah

Yeah Yeah Yeah

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah

Yeah

I'm back on my Beethoven shit now

Yeah

J-Doe...!

[J-Doe:]

Cops and robbers

Cowboys and Indians

Better choose a side

Cause you know

How we get it in

See them boys live for you

If they let 'em in

It's gon' be problems

For a nigga if I get 'em in

Cause when the smoke clears

You prolly wonder

What you lookin' at

It's either my side

Or your side

Nigga, what you gon' do?

[Busta Rhymes:]

I apply direct pressure

To stop the bleeding

You probably should

Tighten the cloth

We blow to rupture arteries

Undescribable force

Niggas be lookin more bitch

Than a dyke in a Porsche

Cannons'll cut your whole click

Like I'm slicin' a pork

Retaliation's at it's best

When you challenge a boss

Know what side you're on

Cause it could cost

(It's either my side

Or your side

Nigga what you gon' do?)

Ok, no need to wonder

Who one of the best be

To tell the truth

If you ain't wit' me

You must be against me

But I got that thing for Mo'fuckers

So go 'head and tempt me

And have 'em saying

"Damn, the Devil has

Sent you to get me!"

From how temperature change

From squeezing the metal empty

Until you make a pussy squirt

Like the back of a jet ski

And if you wanna know how stupid get

You can meet him first

If you don't properly choose

Who you movin' wit'

[J-Doe:]

Cops and robbers

Cowboys and Indians

Better choose a side

Cause you know

How we get it in

See them boys live for you

If they let 'em in

It's gon' be problems

For a nigga if I get 'em in

Cause when the smoke clears

You prolly wonder

What you lookin' at

It's either my side

Or your side

Nigga, what you gon' do?

[Aaron Cooks:]

I'm on a pill

Drinkin' Duce

Million in the suitcase

Ten-thousand hundreds

All blue-faced

Wrist gold, whip game, VMV

Whatchin' Busta on TMZ

Rubber-banded B-U-N-D-L-Es

Then no [?]

Conglomerate money

Bitch I'm G-O-D

Jack Thriller

Keep one eye on niggas

Plottin' on me

(It's either my side

Or your side

Nigga what you gon' do?)

No-Limit vision

I see murda in the booth

Feel like Remy, Higher Learning,

Hittin' models on the roof

Thousand [?] Cuban

Hangin' like Mr. Cooper

Drippin in the Michael J. Fox [?]

And I'm the future

Snatch yo ghost out yo face

That Killer B shit

Ste-vie shit

Keys move

You just ain't see shit

Spikes on Louis Vuittons

That LOD shit

Came up off coco

S-W-V shit

[J-Doe:]

Cops and robbers

Cowboys and Indians

Better choose a side

Cause you know

How we get it in

See them boys live for you

If they let 'em in

It's gon' be problems

For a nigga if I get 'em in

Cause when the smoke clears

You prolly wonder

It's either my side

Or your side

Nigga, what you gon' do?

[Busta Rhymes:]

Security levels should heighten

Being that I got the license

To silence; I'm bullish

With appetites for bitin' the curb

And bitin' the bullet

Bright in the moment

Like a light and it's strikin' the footage

Like bluffin' a bastard wit'a ratchet

To excite him then pull it

Now nigga could it

End up being that nigga

That's what you talkin bout

Poppin' but couldn't

(It's either my side

Or your side

Nigga what you gon' do?)

Alright, Most of the time

I know this shit's annoyin'

Cause when you can't beat 'em

See most you niggas try to join 'em

I'm Def Leppard

And I ain't tryin' to hear the noise ,and

Most of you dudes don't have a choice

When I hit 'em with the poison

Get reacquainted with the ones you lost

So you can join 'em

My pen extremely dangerous

The way [?]

Ha, and while most of you better hide

Or either slide, make a proper choice

Before picking a side nigga

[J-Doe:]

Cops and robbers

Cowboys and Indians

Better choose a side

Cause you know

How we get it in

See them boys live for you

If they let 'em in

It's gon' be problems

For a nigga if I get 'em in

Cause when the smoke clears

You prolly wonder

What you lookin' at

It's either my side

Or your side

Nigga, what you gon' do?

Respect My Conglomerate 2 lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Fabolous, Jadakiss, Styles P)

This motion picture is being presented to you by the conglomerate entertainment

Please be advised that you should consider this as a warning

[Busta Rhymes:]

Now we came here to demonstrate

All the real live shit that we create

We the master of the street fuck what you heard

Cause everything else is quite absurd

And you know we keep it tight, that's what they say

And when you whip it in your truck just bang this everyday

We won't stop rockin', we comin' correct

And all these rappers can't stand us but give us respect

Stop what you're doing ‘cause I'm about to ruin

The image and the style that you're used to

You see we droppin' that strong shit, more powerful and dominant

So just respect my conglomerate

Look, bitch I'm back, it's bigfoot

Giant King Kong boss presence, they've been shook, try it now

Lock the street, let the kid cook, tie it down

Don't be mad when your bitch look, quiet down

You don't sound too convincing

Low stamina rap niggas, you need ginseng

I godfather this shit, pinky ring king

I bomb shit, nuclear missiles is whistling

(Now ya'll niggas wanna run and hide like roaches)

Cargo of coke on them boats, let the ships in

It's been a drought, coke prices is up, ching-ching

Shell a nigga from Brooklyn house to Sing Sing

Cold winters get real warm, hailstorm

Like the shakin' and beefin' in jail dorms

Got a nigga beastin' aware, I'm in rare form

Now watch how they respectin' when ringin' the air horn

Stop what you're doing ‘cause I'm about to ruin

The image and the style that you're used to

You see we droppin' that strong shit, more powerful and dominant

So just respect my conglomerate

[Fabolous:]

With success comes stress if it's my grind

So I light up every night nigga, skyline

I keep gettin' better, they should call me fine wine

While these used-to-bes wish they filled with my time

But nah, it is what it fuckin' is

And goin' hard is just a part of the fuckin' biz

No porno, right now I'm in the Bordeaux

We usually in a pair of "damn I never saw those"

Glass of pink for everybody

They say stay hungry and never thirsty

So I'm buyin' drinks for everybody

Problem is that I can't link with everybody

And nowadays everybody think they everybody

You think you Big Meech? No you don't

Bring the strip club to the house? No you won't

And I'd invite you to the top but I'm sure

It's for real niggas and you'd get stopped at the door

Stop what you're doing ‘cause I'm about to ruin

The image and the style that you're used to

You see we droppin' that strong shit, more powerful and dominant

So just respect my conglomerate

[Jadakiss & Styles P:]

Yeah, a real nigga never worry bout what a coward do

Time is money

So I respect what an hour do

One phone call

And the posse'll shower you

You know my regime is much more powerful

Same plans of course

Every gram is nos

Get charged to the game cause every man's a boss

Respect my conglomerate, nigga

Cash in the stash and the mask

My connect is anonymous

You don't wanna problem with

Niggas that get your momma hit

No death where the flesh rule

Nigga I'm the shit no restroom

No room to rest

Them niggas'll test you

See where it gets you

Baptize these rap guys, the gat flies

Cocaine crack pies, big niggas get half size

When the sword hits the waist or the four hits the face

He gone need a prayer, put the call into Ma$e

I put it all in the coke

Put it all in the Chase

All in Wachovia

All in the H

9mms and Tec-9's, you will respect mines

Stop what you're doing ‘cause I'm about to ruin

The image and the style that you're used to

You see we droppin' that strong shit, more powerful and dominant

So just respect my conglomerate

God's Plan lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. J-Doe & OT Genasis)

[Busta Rhymes:]

Step up in the spot, sizzle it to death

Always leave a mark like when the metal hit your flesh

Blessed muhfucka, everything about me fresh

Every time we do this shit, we doing it to death

We getting money too, this shit don't make no kinda sense

(Pop!) Make 'em run until they hop another fence

When I'm in the building, niggas know I always got 'em and

The way we keep on winning, how the fuck you gon' stop' em?

Bitch my money long, thicker than a waffle

Y'all know how we do it, everything colossal

Thirty karat diamond pink ring look like a marble

I don't mean to startle, making bitches argue

Put it in your mouth, stop the yapping, and gargle

Take over the whole shit, never do it partial

Fucking up the building till they call a fire marshal

Drop another classic, add a chapter to the novel

Pop a couple bottles, fuck a couple models

Rev it to the point where niggas bust open the throttle

You think you got a pot of gold? Got a couple potfuls

Could give a fuck about your shine, bitch I got a watch full

[Hook:]

Them boys hot bitch, aw man

Make sure the penthouse suite got a ceiling fan

See, when I win, it's like it's God's plan

And when they see it, got these niggas saying "God damn!"

Shit changed nigga, chain hang nigga

Every time we drop, see how the shit bang nigga

We buzzing in the street until the shit sting nigga

We profit every time, that's why we rich, lame nigga

[J-Doe:]

I'm bout my paper, I'm bout my dough

I keep my watch face twenty below

Bitch it's only three things you need to know

All three is "Can't no one fuck with J-Doe", aye

I'm getting mula, I'm getting cash

If I say "hi" to her, she give up ass

I got a Ruger, don't make me blast

My flow is too hot, why y'all listening to trash?

Aw yeah, I'm a beast lil nigga, off the leash lil nigga

I just bought a car that you can't even lease lil nigga

Don't reach lil nigga, just retreat lil nigga

Cause you looking like a muhfuckin' feast lil nigga

[Hook]

[OT Genasis:]

Aye, okay, wrist look Rollie, charm look trophy

Top three rappers: O.T., O.T., and O.T

.45 on me so my shirt look pokey

Buss that muthafucka till that barrel get smoky

Diamonds Tropicana, got a bag like I am Santa

It's like 50 bitches wit' me and they all in my cabana

From the West Coast where these niggas throw they sets and wave bandanas

If that's at your neighborhood, you will go nail down from the hammers, I

Ride through any nigga hood in them GTs

No Bloods, Pirus, CCs

Selling Os, and I don't mean CDs

360 diamond chain, Butterfinger BBs, yeah

[Hook]

Hello lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Chance The Rapper)

[Chance The Rapper:]

I'm gonna find you and make you want me

Hello rap game, nǐ hǎo, how you durrn'?

I done took my time, now it's time to take my turn

My curses been in verses since my firstest brain cells burnt

But I done been deferred to assistants and interns

And I done been on hold for some years, it's getting old

I'm too blessed to fit the mold, they said press six to give your soul

Or not and you can hold, you ain't never gonna explode

Or expand across the globe, but look like I just skipped the cold

Hello all up in your ear, you should hear me loud and clear

We was not allowed in here, and now we smoking loud in here

How we in the game and they ain't put a chain on them

Cleaning in that thing and my Sprite don't got a stain on it

Lil Xan fuck the Chance up, Donnie Trumpet said bands up

Donnie McClurkin said stand up

I know contracts are like handcuffs

I know combat when it's hand to hand or with handguns

I know answers, I know man to man, can't stand us

I know exactly how you wanna brand us

I take campers to the campus fix the trips and get the bus

Fast like Twista mixed with Bust

When Windy lost boys I had pixie dust for a pick me up

Spit shine 'til it's crystal clean like Listerine from a Dixie cup

Mama Jann band-aid kiss the cut

Now I'm thinking about offices and mansions with amenities

And runneth over pools and infinities

Award shows and house wives and games shows and Hennessy

It's different from the energy I see being in your vicinity

Mistaken identity, you behaving differently

(Ayo Chance, don't stop now nigga)

You the protest you the marches

You on the forefront you the farthest

You the melanin in the darkness

Wrong number what a shame

You and I look just the same

That's why I got you in my name

Lets push it to the masses give them wavy, give them Surf

One time shout-out to Bust, I know this a long ass verse

But I'm just getting started I'm taking this rap shit global

Put my music in the museum, put my bars in Barnes and Noble

Shape the office like an oval, make the triangle a circle

Teach the little boys and girls, tell them I was your referral

I'm Chicago like a gyro, I'm Chicago like some harolds

I will borrow from the Boroughs , show tomorrow to the world

Place the urban and the rural, make the wall into a Mural

Lead it where it need to be, they jocking like a Nitti beat

Now they cannot get rid of me, bye, bye to the industry

Lionel Richie is it me? hello?

[Chance The Rapper (Busta Rhymes):]

(Chance The Rapper sing it to 'em)

Is it me you're looking for?

Gonna find you

And make you want me

[Busta Rhymes:]

Bust Rhymes it come with the force and lay it across

Hit you like I'm playing lacrosse

And if it was July I'd drop it on the day of the fourth

The fire make you bust a shot

Pull a string and get lost

Stinging guitars (Hello)

I'm here with the floss

A chain with a frost

While the yellow diamonds shine with a gloss, I'm cold (ah)

Shit heavy like we weighing a horse

Violate, one shot will turn your brain into sauce

Just pray I remorse

Nigga you know we whip from the start

You slept on the art

Bugging on how we put out your spark

We separate the heat from corny shit and kept it apart

Step on a dart, spit will test the rest of your heart

No rest in the dark (hello)

We the best of the sharks, we love and we fart

And leave a mark so put it in park

Whenever we bark, we make you come and get with this nigga

Get next to this nigga, we past professional

You can call me a specialist nigga

We fuck shit up while you call me the best at this nigga

The way we put it down you'll be calling a censorship nigga

We holding a higher rank and we holding it back

And I'm grimey niggas home when they shank

Or they clickity clank (hello)

Now just clap from front to back and just react (what?)

Like you know you posted till you die it is the feeling (what?)

Keep on clapping get to acting up now keep on packing (what?)

All inside (is high) now feel the fire in the building

You can never test they way I do it

And the way I be moving my mouth and be

Shaking and shining and breaking em out

And making the noise I be making everytime

I be hitting a song I keep you waiting

(Real talk) real shit

And we'll see where y'all coulda come from

I'll hit you with another mega after the fact

And they want me to go a little quicker

Get a bit of this then (bududududu) what's faster than that?

(Hello) And I ain't going no where

It's me, Busta Bust

Smooth Chance The Rapper

Text move big up

Just know

God got his hand on us

I feel so good about me

Trust this

We good over here

I pray that you're good over there

(Hello) we don't lose

But by losing us

That might be a significant loss for you

Your Loss lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Mary J. Blige)

[Mary J. Blige:]

You said you wouldn't mind so I'll go on without ya

If you wanna shine, I'll bet you shine without me

Cause I been too good to let you take me down

[?] is that you drive me to drinking

I'm feeling good and really good about me

So now that I know how to get it for myself

This is really your loss

[Busta Rhymes:]

Now seen them was the days

When a nigga ain't ever really had shit

And a nigga might of stole some shit

Cause a nigga ain't ever really

Have a pot to piss inside of

I was kinda hard-headed

And I was the type

That'll quickly put the ratch up to you

Nigga being hard-headed

And they never learn

Till a mother fucker catch up to you

Older folk in the neighborhood

Did their very best to really come try teach us

Every time they'd bounce they return

Just to catch us on the corner smokin' them refers

Do a lot of dirt, do a lot of crime on the block for bread

While the older folk were on their way home from church

Every single time they'd see use they shakin' they head

At the time when a nigga really needed some money

Know a nigga really followed deception

All the older gangsters though a nigga needed direction

So when the gangsters looked at a little nigga

And they really seen they reflection

Niggas gave me the trey eight special

Said a nigga needed protection

A lot of mu'hfuckers that I thought I was cool wit'

Was kinda hatin' me under... the surface

Niggas really wished the worst for me

Like I'm 'posed to suffer

But I wish the best for a nigga like you

But what you don't know about me

Is that I'm really destined for this shit

Let's see you do it without me

[Mary J. Blige:]

You said you wouldn't mind so I'll go on without ya

If you wanna shine, I'll bet you shine without me

Cause I been too good to let you take me down

[?] is that you drive me to drinking

I'm feeling good and really good about me

So now that I know how to get it for myself

This is really your loss

[Busta Rhymes:]

Lemme get up on my hustle

And I hit the strip

When I whip it and I dip and I boast

Sometimes the street might

Try to bite a nigga that's why I drive with the toast

Sometime the block'll have a nigga feelin'

Like a nigga crept with a ghost

It's nothin' though cause you we been a hood

That's why we reppin the most

See the gutter life'll do it to you

All you niggas on the grind

And you go in to hustle for paper

Nigga watch these broke niggas try to bring it to you

No need to fight you to shine

Cause I was one of them

Hungry little hustlelin' niggas

Who always gotta think big

And you know a nigga stuck with the grind

I wonder if it's really for the better or for the worse

These niggas that you thought was the closest to you

End up becoming them niggas thats

Crossing the line first

So I take it

All inside cause I guess its all a part of our growth

You know I gotta keep my eyes on a lotta niggas that I always

Thought was my folks

Violate in any way

You think a nigga ain't gon' hurt you?

Just cause you bitch don't mean you can't catch it

Nigga better move from my circle

I wish the best for dudes like you

But what you don't know about me

Is that I'm really destined for this shit

Let's see you do it without me

[Mary J. Blige:]

You said you wouldn't mind so I'll go on without ya

If you wanna shine, I'll bet you shine without me

Cause I been too good to let you take me down

[?] is that you drive me to drinking

I'm feeling good and really good about me

So now that I know how to get it for myself

This is really your loss

The Abstract & The Dragon Speak Again (Skit) lyrics - Busta Rhymes

[Q-Tip:]

..."The Return of the Dragon"?!

So you gon' hit niggas with all that

Motherfucking "Rah Rah"

You gon' eat niggas' food

You gon' come through, like, disrespectful on these joints B?

(I mean...) Please tell me that...

[Busta Rhymes:]

I mean..., you know I recently just showed muhfuckers that, you know...

I had to go in the stash box for real

Because a nigga went and got the C-town shopping cart

And filled the bitch up with a bunch of hard drives

Just to show niggas that we back in our bag, Kamaal Fareed!

(Right, right) You knowamean?

So I'm definitely gonna show niggas

What the way of the dragon is really about...

...by giving 'em "Return of the Dragon: THE ABSTRACT WENT ON VACATION"

[Q-Tip:]

Why it gotta be a C-Town, ghetto-ass cart nigga?

[Busta Rhymes:]

Because... That's what the fuck we do

We show niggas what the filth be 'bout

So we can slap they ass wit' a filthy sock

In they fucking face and let them understand

What this timeless greatness

Cause sometimes a nigga need to smacked wit' the filthy sock

Not the clean sock

We slap the shit out a nigga with that stink

You know, that fucking nasty donkey foot shit

Then they get the reminder that they need

[Q-Tip:]

So let me get the visual my nigga

(Yeah beloved)

So, it's like it's the blackout

And you went to C-Town

And you got the C-Town cart

And you been out all night and shit, grabbin' shit up

Now the sun hit niggas

You movin' down the street... (more or less)

Rudeboy... ([?] me I say topshotter)

Wit' the fuckin' dirt-sock on your left shoulder then...

(No, me left foot)

Your left foot then... (yes, topshotter)

And you push the C-Town cart full of fucking grenades...

(Yeah, full of grenades)

And you walk down the street

And you blow upon a chalice, see...

(Yes, rudeboy, you know that)

And it, and, and, and then the police

They rolled down and you look at them

And you go "Raawwwr"

Shawty Go lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Wiz Khalifa)

[Wiz Khalifa:]

I'm high as fuck and I'm gone on one

[Wiz Khalifa & Busta Rhymes:]

I'm high as fuck and I'm gone on one

On second cup and I'm blowin' on one

Table full of bads, so I throw more ones

Sit back and I watch that as go dumb

Throwin money in the air like shawty go

Throwin money in the air like shawty go

Throwin money in the air like shawty go

Throwin money in the air like shawty go

(Turn up

Turn up

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Turn up)

Throwin money in the air like shawty go

(Turn up

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Throwin money in the air like shawty go

[Busta Rhymes:]

And in case you ain't knowing little nigga we back in here, here

So much diamonds on a nigga now I'm lookin' like a chandelier

And I see your ho looking, tell your bitch come here, here

Fuck niggas they be trying to compete when they can't compere

Ballin, throwing that money like AND1

Yall niggas is starving looking at a nigga like damn son

[?] bossin'

Briefcase of money in the phantom

Yeah we do this shit often

Bang niggas with another anthem

[Wiz Khalifa & Busta Rhymes:]

I'm high as fuck and I'm gone on one

On second cup and I'm blowin' on one

Table full of bads, so I throw more ones

Sit back and I watch that as go dumb

Throwin money in the air like shawty go

Throwin money in the air like shawty go

Throwin money in the air like shawty go

Throwin money in the air like shawty go

(Turn up

Turn up

Turn up

Turn up

Turn up)

Throwin money in the air like shawty go

(Turn up

Turn up

Turn up

Turn up

Turn up)

Throwin money in the air like shawty go

[Busta Rhymes:]

Got so much money, make a broke nigga disappear, ...pere

Live niggas to the front

Bitch niggas need to step to the rear, rear

Well its the god in this bitch and I'm so sincere, ...cere

And the way I take a niggas shine, sorry, it's so unfere, ...fere

WARNING, See the way the bitches catch a tantrum

Money spilling and I'm pouring

Turn Up niggas know the action

See the way a nigga scoring

A lotta money lef' up in the mansion

Come back to the crib

Cause I snow blow'a money

And I do it with a passion

[Wiz Khalifa & Busta Rhymes:]

I'm high as fuck and I'm gone on one

On second cup and I'm blowin' on one

Table full of bads, so I throw more ones

Sit back and I watch that as go dumb

Throwin money in the air like shawty go

Throwin money in the air like shawty go

Throwin money in the air like shawty go

Throwin money in the air like shawty go

(Turn up

Turn up

Turn up

Turn up

Turn up)

Throwin money in the air like shawty go

(Turn up

Turn up

Turn up

Turn up

Turn up)

Throwin money in the air like shawty go

UFC Tap Out lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Waka Flocka Flame & Gucci Mane)

[Waka Flocka Flame:]

Tap out, tap out

UFC, knock a nigga lights out

UFC, stomp a nigga lights out

Match worth a couple of millions, pull your racks out

Tap out, tap out

UFC, knock a nigga lights out

UFC, stomp a nigga lights out

Match worth a couple of millions, pull your racks out

[Busta Rhymes:]

If you want a problem, I'ma show you how to make that problem bigger

Stomp with a nigga, launch on a nigga

Bomb on a nigga, stomp on a nigga

Everybody know that when I do this shit again

You don't really wanna have no problem with me killer

Got a couple niggas that'll beat you in the head

Kinda like a 1000 little monkey and gorillas

Nigga that would whoop you all over the plate

Lick you in the back, lick you in the face

Hit you with a chair, hit you in the face

Break a nigga jaw, ain't nobody safe

Breaking niggas into pieces of little ity bity shapes

Slow motion, now niggas see the way

A nigga bone snapping, every time you looking on the tape

Somebody call a rap [?] like I'm cutting up a steak

Please somebody get 'em up

When my niggas really finished with 'em, it be floating with a lake

Submission moves from the top, when them niggas get to closing of the gate

Back up nigga give me [?]

Or you'll be the next broke nigga face in my brake

[Waka Flocka Flame:]

Tap out, tap out

UFC, knock a nigga lights out

UFC, stomp a nigga lights out

Match worth a couple of millions, pull your racks out

Tap out, tap out

UFC, knock a nigga lights out

UFC, stomp a nigga lights out

Match worth a couple of millions, pull your racks out

[Gucci Mane:]

Tell the truth man

[?]

Tote a .45, fuck the motherfucking night mane

Run up on Wop, worst night of your life damn

Old man go find your freaking head in a trash can

I don't give a damn 'bout your kids or your old man

Gucci Mane still keeping a strap, what he calling

20 gold shining in my mouth, where my gold at

You ain't got to [?] bitch with yo broke ass

Yeah I fucked your bitch, jumping up the Rolls like Macho Man

Call me Goldberg when [?] in my fucking hand

Whipping Goldberg, put a style on your fucking ass

Yeah I'm from the hood but I'm a legend in this fucking land

[Waka Flocka Flame:]

Tap out, tap out

UFC, knock a nigga lights out

UFC, stomp a nigga lights out

Match worth a couple of millions, pull your racks out

Tap out, tap out

UFC, knock a nigga lights out

UFC, stomp a nigga lights out

Match worth a couple of millions, pull your racks out

Real Niggas lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Rick Ross)

[Busta Rhymes:]

Yo

Check this out right here yo

(Jahlil Beats, Holla at me)

This about a God still gettin' it

Green Jackets, winning masters

Where your membership?

You think you go hard?

Nigga we go harder

When you see the kid

Respect the Godfather

I'm a real nigga this is for the real

I'm a real nigga this is for the real

Presidents in the same direction

When I line up my money

Couple bitches to take the time out

To line 'em up for me

Nigga tryin' to front

What the hell is they drinkin'

Don't you see I ain't do it?

What the fuck is you thinkin?

Yeah we scarin' these niggas

Face up on wanted posters

Don't compare me ('n) you nigga

See it's the God

You ain't notice?

(ahe', ahem) Gotta do it

Clear my shit up and focus

While I whip me a spacecraft

My bitch in a Lotus

Niggas know that they owe us (pay up)

Strangle niggas like boas

See the way how we get this money

And bubble like sodas

Throw it back to the future

[?]

Bitch we back feelin' super

Diamonds out of Uganda

Fine wine from Mustafa

Special bud from the Rastas

Lots of money in safe deposits

They stashed in them lockers [?]

Animal designer coats for the winter

The way I sting or I stick out

Just like a thorn or a splinter

Anything that I pick out

Is like a score for the [?]

Imported shit from Milan

Forgive me Lord for this sinnin' (I'm sayin)

We flat linin' e'ything

Understand me killa?

Headlinin' the news

You need more paper for the printer

[Rick Ross:]

(M-m-m-m-Maybach Music)

This 'bout a young nigga gettin' it

Sellin' dope for them NBA benefits

Boat I'm on lookin' like a fuckin' cruise line

Bought the same Allen Iversons two times

I'm a real nigga this is for the real

Bought the restaurant, now make my fuckin' meal

My husltin's rare

Her pussy medium-well

They rather go blind before they see me excel

Read my name on the block

They like, "What has he bought?"

Ballin' out at [?]

Richard Mosse on the wall

Niggas never attend

They only pretend

Bought a Basquiat cash

I paid 'em in tens

[?] to my Zo's

Gotta stay on my toes

Everybody just froze

Salasia in the ghost

Better pray to the Lord

Nigga payin' this rent

Shots rang out

Niggas sprayin' the Benz

But the Devil's a li'(ar)

Once again I arose

Pullin' up to my shows

Bullet holes in the Rolls

I'm ghost

(M-m-m-m-Maybach Music)

Double 'M'

Busta Bust'

Conglomerate

Long Money

Whoo!

(M-m-m-m-Maybach Music)

Yo what's good man

It's [?] ridin', you nameen?

Make sure you artists got that boom-bap in ya life man

You nameen?

Watch How You Move lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Raekwon The Chef & Yummy Bingham)

[Yummy Bingham & Busta Rhymes:]

These streets is watchin' the way you move

(Watch how you move nigga)

So be careful in all that you do

(Watch what you doin' nigga)

If you shittin' where you eat it might cause you trouble

And this ain't nothing that I've heard

Only what I've learned

Mark my words

So please don't sleep

(Don't you do that)

Or the wolves come to eat

(Them niggas hungry)

And they sniff you out

And make you a target

Boy better run for cover

(Run for cover nigga)

Are you hearin' what I'm sayin?

Cause you know them boys ain't playin'

When that thing go "POP!"

Better hope it ain't for you

[Busta Rhymes:]

Yo, early to rise

As I'm recollectin'

I'm cookin'

That thing up for breakfast

One of my sons'll

Go get the paper

While I'm robed up

Louis house slippers

Nasty stocking cap on

Smoking a [?] while I plot on another caper

Respectively, see I've been genetically blessed

To move like I'm a G-F

Designer cigars and pinky rings

Ain't no question how we move on bigger things

On the patio speakin' of old connecs

My Dominican/Puerto Ricans

Pablo Augustus and Miguel Filejo

They be speakin' with strong accents

And have they soldiers shoot you, pendejo

Re-aligning the link after the convo

Gettin' back to it fast

Compadres papered up

Probly floodin' my stash

Booty-makin bitches be countin' my cash

Walk around wearin' nuttin'

Diesel as fuck

Cellulite dimples in they ass

Peep the way how I prosper

And I prophet

Gettin' cook and then grindin' it up

While I make sure these niggas ain't try'na line me up

(Gone!)

[Yummy Bingham & Busta Rhymes:]

These streets is watchin' the way you move

(Watch how you move nigga)

So be careful in all that you do

(Watch what you doin' nigga)

If you shittin' where you eat it might cause you trouble

And this ain't nothing that I've heard

Only what I've learned

Mark my words

So please don't sleep

(Don't you do that)

Or the wolves come to eat

(Them niggas hungry)

And they sniff you out

And make you a target

Boy better run for cover

(Run for cover nigga)

Are you hearin' what I'm sayin?

Cause you know them boys ain't playin'

When that thing go "POP!"

Better hope it ain't for you

[Busta Rhymes:]

Yo, I think this moment's lookin' spectacular

Very eventful and special

Detail, in-particulars is essential

Emaculate from the talk to the dress-up

All the way down to the coke in the kitchen

Shallah, please do the cheffin' stuff!

[Raekwon The Chef:]

"Yo, what the fuck happened?

Yo, slap him

Yo Rhymes, put the mac in his mouth"

I slipped, "No you di'int

This nigga is slippin'"

Different nigga from the kid we used to fuckin' wit'

I'm out in [?]

And this coke's frozen

Nigga, suck a dick

Bust' popped him

Shot him in his wind pipe

I stabbed him in his hand

Bust' shot him again

Six million grams in the sink

Down the drain

I'm to blame

We the [?]

Got to call the connect up

"Papicito, catch the train now!"

It's war in the world

We both riders

They comin' in gliders

Hear the wings pull up

We wool up

Bullet-proof boxers and socks

Two twin choppers, the Glocks

Was 30-shot; new joints. We both toxed

Then he walked in... leather 'n chucks

Old sneakers from the 80's

A crazy, my columbian pops

This is a wild caper

Fresh off the block

To the yachts

In The Streets lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. MF Doom, BJ The Chicago Kid)

[MF Doom:]

You can't join 'em? Beat 'em

Villain teach you where to score some old concrete crumbs

Word is Gold Bond feets powder, corned thumbs

‘specially in the summer bless the drummer, warned ‘em

Tight your cleats, or else its right to the white meat

Some I bite to eat, others write the light bright heat

Despite threat regardless of the aspect, the shack, the burning holes through his black neck, fact check

No flicks, and he scam, thought alot with the quicks

Like the mini camcorder box, it’s a brick lick, Classic

As we stalk the great outdoors

Only use the magic nowadays to talk them out they drawers, but um

Before he go there let me take it where it started from

Smart kid sold some snake spit to a 'tarded bum

Not without carding em’, Mr. Guardin'-em

Find me in the mid-90s Midnight Mauraden-em

Hard, they wanted no part of him

More rhymes and ways to get paid, and there’s a lot of them

Great minds see alike take a sneak peek

Peek one foot out and still leave deep

No frontin' if you ain’t go huntin' or southern, you definitely ain’t gon ‘run em

[Busta Rhymes:]

In the streets is where you witness the worship happen in public

Where babies grow and turn into killers and and how they become it

They evolve as a result of not having food in the cupboard

Knowing that the shit they be doing is foul and grow to love it

Where the shit is never staged, every presentation is live

Some'll bang and turn crip and probably start whipping a five

But every now and then you find the mind of a child that has triumphed

Unique characteristics and deals with a higher science

Aspiring to take over the world and really does it

All one-hundred ninety-six million nine-hundred forty thousand square miles of it

Damn it's strange how shit change

But when you look again, ironically some shit is still the same

But in these streets you'll probably find a nigga regularly dreaming

Paying attention to everything, regularly scheming

Trying to calculate the next hustle without attracting heat

There be so many different things that be going down (In the streets)

Where bodies get clapped floating in oceans (In the streets)

It's where the suffering can callous your emotion (In the streets)

But parents pray for their children, constantly hoping that their babies don’t end up killed (in jail) or smoking (In the streets)

It's where you learn to make things out of nothing (In the streets)

Where people smoke crack instead of taking a buffering (In the streets)

Despite the Santa that [?] is common (In the streets)

With what we lived, the most other people is falling (In the streets)

[BJ The Chicago Kid:]

To be from the streets it’s a blessing, it’s a blessing

It teach the most unforgettable lesson, yeah lesson

So a nigga from the street, don’t test him, don’t test him

Where most niggas probably get killed

Even babies busy fighting over breast milk

[?] it keep and helps to get your soul right

Hope them wolves don’t get ya standing in the street light

And if them wolves catch you night night

When your boxers in the dirt and eating Popeye’s

And don’t forget my hot sauce

Get your mind watching loot and get your life lost

[MF Doom:]

It’s like a jungle 24/7 365.44

I/eye score gorilla war tour, yeah sure sure

When push comes to shove

This world done beef

But it’s still done love

[Busta Rhymes:]

On more than likely a level of hate that you can’t imagine

Where desperate acts occur cause of hunger beyond famine

Where instead of friends your ratchet becomes your closest companion

And when its beef your leave bodies with holes the size on canyons

[MF Doom:]

On her strength she wasn’t lent 3 cent

Got her own connect for free rent off the cement

Now what if that was your moms?

Short arm, quart of water to bottles of Don

Bought the farm

[Busta Rhymes:]

Yo the streets consist abundantly of happiness and sorrow

It’s also where you lurk to secure your food for tomorrow

Where we take the shit ‘cause we ain’t paying it back if we borrow

Become the one that shine so the rest of the hood can follow

[BJ The Chicago Kid:]

STREET

To be from the streets it’s a blessing, it’s a blessing

It teach the most unforgettable lesson, yeah lesson

So a nigga from the street, don’t test him, don’t test him

Where most niggas probably get killed

Even babies busy fighting over breast milk

[?] it keep and helps to get your soul right

Hope them wolves get you standing in the street light

And if them wolves catch you night night

When your boxers in the dirt and eating Popeye’s

And don’t forget my hot sauce

Get your mind watching loot and get your life lost

Proper Leaders (Skit) lyrics - Busta Rhymes

Yo, let us talk about being leaders

Or, let us talk about leading anew

How about, let's talk about

Being a leader of the new school

I do want us to look at how leaders are made, right?

So, leaders are not being made

In the same way that they used to

And when leadership is being made [?]

There's no sacrifice, there's no scarring

There's no embedding of pain

There's certain things that have to go into leadership

That will sustain it

Leadership is not all popularity

It is not all fun

...Doin' things behind the shadow of a leader, right?

And another leader...

So, part of my gifting to this generation

Is to invite them to know

That there is a season and a time for everything, right?

And do not rush your time, do not rush your time

Some things have to be made through pain

And not just through the glamour of life

As we have here today

(Wow; Say it again; Preach!)

As we always aspire to aspire

More greatly

Just know, there will always be

Only one leaders of the new school. Forever!

We Home lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Leaders Of The New School)

[Verse 1 - Dinco D:]

Yo, see, usually we musically go until it's cool to be

Using our soulfully bodies as we abuse the beat

Move your feet and lose your seat happily, not unusually

Leaders are atomically boomin', exploding stupidly

Brothers working out open arms, rejoicing jubilantly

Every move I see y'all [?], it's all so cool to me

Now that I openly express my potency

I hope that you all stay acquainted like you supposed to be

Vocally I flows in each moment to show I openly

Ready for the world to rejoice, peacefully, hopefully

I'm normally known as the [?] MC, only me

But different yet from the first time of even knowin' me

We grow in [?] to grow in size, fitting appropriately

What, you thought you wouldn't reshape and grow urgently?

Life's on the line, every minute in time, certainly

The next best thing than this money is our currency

[Hook - Busta Rhymes:]

Yeah, as Dinco D would say, "I see"

I hope y'all niggas see this shit, too

[Verse 2 - Charlie Brown:]

Skylines evoke fly rhymes to kick like a habit

Never quit, got saliva to spit, it's automatic

Emphatic, no static, love the fabric

Irresistible to all like they all gotta have it

The outcome for suckers is worse than tragic

Gorgeous with the group, it don't get more graphic

As sharp as a knife, I'll take a stab at it

Whippin' the track, I'm terrific in traffic

In a class by myself just like Mr. Magic

Poetry performs to pop off at the pageant

LONS, yes, the flavor is erratic

Current like recent, it's all mathematic

Keeping it tight, it's a soulful tactic

Locked in a rubber room as if prophylactic

Craftin' and creatin' the new up in the attic

Reaching for the stars, now you know that we're galactic

[Hook - Busta Rhymes:]

LONS, it's only been 19 years since we've been back in the studio together

Y'all shouldn't be scared, y'all niggas should be frightened

[Verse 3 - Busta Rhymes:]

See y'all niggas can hang your fucking plans up, make you niggas stand up

Hands up (Hands up), hands up (Hands up)

News clips, yes I give you new shit, you flip

Cruise ships, new whips, sailing from the tropics

See we back from vacationin', take 'em in

Let 'em all decide while I break and bend, if you with me then come on

Never the one to front on, run on

Special Ed. program in this bitch, niggas getting they dumb on

Then we blacken the spots till they turn the lights in the club on

I come to eat your food and get my grub on

Blood up on the dance floor (Yup), somebody got a cut

Beefin' in the club while niggas drink until they vomit up

VIPin' with a bunch of bitches while we chop it up

Security pick 'em up, buss boy, you mop it up

Back to counting this money with my niggas, it's nothin' though

If you ain't know it, now you know

Busta Rhymes:]

Okay, cool

We gon' leave y'all to figure out

What y'all need to figure out

But just know, Leaders of the New School is home

Outro - The Final Time The Abstract & The Dragon Speak lyrics - Busta Rhymes

[Busta Rhymes:]

Kamal, you back from vacation now

How was your trip?

[Q-Tip (Busta Rhymes):]

Yo man, I'm ready!

(You ready, beloved?)

Yeah man! I hope you ain't do that joint

I know you said you was gonna do it

And you had named it...

But I'm ready man. Let's go!

(You ready to...)

Yo, I got the beats

I..., I mean I be..., I came back yesterday

(You ready to do the Abstract and the Dragon tape now?)

Yo, nigga I came..., yo, I came back and did like twenty b...

(You ready to do that shit now?)

Yeah, let's go!

You did it..., don't tell me you did it already

[Busta Rhymes:]

I just did the "Return of the Dragon" tape

In it's entirety

And named it the Abstract went on fuckin' vacation

Cause you bounced my nigga

You tellin' me all this Saint Mart's shit, and all that shit

You know I mean, and I went and did what you told me to do

You told me to do a Dragon tape

I do this shit

You come back from vacation now

And you tellin' me you ready to do Abstract and the Dragon tape

[Q-Tip:]

I mean, tha... that's what it is lord

I mean, I just came back, my nigga, rejuvenated man

I'm ready to get it B

I came back home, man, last night

And, you know what I'm sayin'

I pushed into Tita, you know what I'm sayin'

I came right back got on them beats

Man, I did like 20 joints man

[Busta Rhymes:]

Alright, fuck it then

We gon' start the Abstract and the Dragon right now

(Oh we gon start it!?)

We gon' start this bitch right now

[Q-Tip (Busta Rhymes):]

Aight, so, one thing to you...

This is what I'll say

(Yeah)

When we come with this next shit...

The Abstract and the Dragon...

(Yeah)

We are going to crack the concrete open

So, I'm lettin' all y'all know

We gave y'all a... basically... You nomsayin'?

A, a look back through the anals of time...

(Absolutely)

To see all the shit that we did

Now we 'bout to come... we gon' do...

We gon' do, like, 15 one minute and a half minute joints

(You heard that shit, people? One and a half minutes... That's it)

Each joint... Fifteen joints

(Yeah, I'm wit' you on that. Let's do it...)

Yeah? (Can we?)

Aight...

(Let's smack the donkey shit out these muhfuckers, man)

...And remember all y'all out there

Until next time it's the Abstract and the Dragon

And as we always like to sign off...

(Yeah?)

RRRAAWWR!!!

(I love you nigga)

I love you, too my nigga

(Salute brother)

Salute, bonk