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