Extinction Level Event 2: The Wrath Of God (2020)












E.L.E. 2 Intro lyrics - Busta Rhymes, Chris Rock, Rakim & Pete Rock

Currently on Extinction Level Event 2
Genesis, chapter eleven, verses one through nine
Thousands of years before Christ
Tyrant Nimrod, Gilgamesh of Shinar, enslaved the first empire
One world language, one world religion, one world order
We have learned nothing (One)
Making the keys to heaven a gift to the devil
Those who desire to supplant God
Illuminati who tempt and horrify us as the most perfect angel Lucifer
Seek to rebirth a new world order upon the flesh, blood, and bones of all humanity
Again, towers rose skyward to challenge his divine glory
To conquer his serene domain
As in ancient Babylon, the one true Lord brought them down
In 2001, three became naught, conspiracy is reality
Fear is the weapon of thine enemy
Acts of terror a lie, told to convince the meek to surrender to their rulers
Atmospheric variances melt the polar ice caps and drown the rats who walk on two legs
An incurable virus to decimate the dark, nuclear rain to set us aflame
Obscured by a curtain of venom from space in the name of science
Fall to your knees, pray to a last choking breath
A new world order is here, arrogance over God means annihilation
Daddy, what's it gonna be like in the year 2021?
Only He can save us
This is the second coming
Extinction Level Event 2

[Chris Rock:]
There's only five years left, nigga
There's only five years left, nigga!
There's only two years left, nigga
There's only one day left, nigga
It's the end of the world, motherfucker
Shit, we right here with Busta Rhymes, motherfucker
The baddest, the biggest
He been doin' it for the longest, been doin' for the strongest, bitch
It's the end of the world and these are the last days
This might be— this might be the last day
And lucky you, on your last day
You gon' hear the Busta Rhymes album, you lucky bitch

[Busta Rhymes:]
Well, it's the God (Yes), no illusions
Blessings while I greet y'all in the absence of confusion
With science to spark the mind with thoughts of greater living
It gets deeper than secrets in Masonic symbolism
And I understand if you can find it extremely hard to calculate it
As dude who refer to himself as God, let me demonstrate it
If you don't get it at first, revisit it later
But in the meantime, let's examine the difference in our nature
As in lovin' or hateful, patriotic or rebel
Positive and negative, or in God and the devil
It's been debated for years, let's acknowledge the magic
While some embrace the jewel, others'll witness it as tragic
But I'm addicted to exposing the truth, it's a habit
Since a youngin' using a pencil to write the mathematics
Incorporating the science while I give you the classics
While some'll find it strange and resort to measures that's drastic
I articulate with clarity, reassure when you hear this
Some identity me as cuckoo or conspiracy theorist
Some might call me crazy 'cause at times my life seems out of order
Thus possessin' answers to the total square mileage of land and water
Go get your recorder 'cause even on my worst day
When I'm lifting the weight on my shoulders, I could tell you what the Earth weigh
Let me listen to the wind so I can hear the Earth begin
The universe speak 'round the celebration of my birthday
That being said, we can stop pretendin' that I'm mental
Like all the shit we witnessed be happenin' coincidental
See, back in '98 when I dropped the first Extinction Level
I was fightin' inner demons with personal scores to settle
They put it in a movie 'cause they knew that we ain't really know
Funny how they tried to tell us 22 years ago
What deeply impacted how watchin' a flick really moved me
As the world was ending, Morgan Freeman was prez in a movie
So, let's fast-forward to 2009
Or 2012 when we left an impression on the minds
Of the people makin' sure we remember if we slightly doubted
That the world was ending and we can't really do shit about it
Damn, funny when I saw the flick, it did amuse me through
To the point that Danny Glover was prez the movie too
Then I questioned why they reiteratin' the same plot
Should we be a little para' now that they gave us Barack?
In 2020, the message I'm sending
Now that my president gone, how convenient the world has ended

[Rakim:]
I tried to warn 'em with The Seventh Seal
The world is wounded, it may never heal
Even Mother Nature's gettin' ill, it's gettin' real
When millions get killed when that deadly weather spill
Until Sodom and Gomorrah's on America's turf
The horror, it'll forever get worse
Yet and still, it's like a gift at birth then you inherit a curse
But the meek must inherit the Earth, it's Heaven's will
Meek meaning powerless in the form of politics
Giving power at the dawn of the apocalypse
And war is stronger than peace
It's poverty 'til the majority is scarred with the mark of the beast
So the righteous prevail to work miracles
Prepare to weather you through the unbearable and reverse the inevitable
You find you a sin, remind you of when
Back when God lived in men and that time is again
Signs of the end, read Mark chapter 13
And Daniel chapter 12, understand you wrapped in hell
Revelations show the facts as well
Then read Prophets in the Quran and ask yourself
Do you rep a nation bred for hatin'?
Judgement Day ain't far, don't get left debatin'
'Cause what they thinkin' is the end of creation
Is actually the reincarnation of Gods, the death of Satan

[Busta Rhymes (Pete Rock):]
Somethin' just to think about a little bit, you know?
As I continue to bring y'all to a place where
We remind you how special it is to have
A good balance of science, and a good balance of heat
Classic shit, as I continue to give you that food
Feast on this full course meal, as I welcome you all
To "Extinction Level Event 2", easy
(Whose world is this? It's mine, It's mine, It's mine)
(Whose world is this? It's mine, It's mine, It's mine)
(Whose world is this?)
I believe the world belongs to the people
It has always belonged to the people
So to the powers that be
Fuck your plague and your disease and your sickness
That you have inflicted on so many lives since the beginning of time with your colonization
Fuck your systematic oppression, the systematic racist oppression
Matter of fact, fuck you
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The Purge lyrics - Busta Rhymes

Sorry, country, I know you don't want this really, but
'Til we get us some justice, we fucking every city up
Drastic measures is urgent, the city burn like Philly blunts
Crazy like we jumpin' off the little yellow mini bus
You for my people? 'Cause you niggas movin' really sus
No, we ain't playing with them, really, trust
You see them cities burning like chimneys, you better know it's really us
The clock was finally winding down, your time was really just
To feel the wrath of God no matter how your door was really shut
Deep in my soul, is justice really cut?
I'm only tryna be my people's clutch
Hypertension I mention, the temperature is different (What?)
This wouldn't have happened, now you witness blood
You motherfuckers better listen up
'Cause now we out here fighting for what's right like we don't give a fuck

Strap Yourself Down lyrics - Busta Rhymes

I got somethin' real heavy to lay on you, man
Now that's what I need
Can you dig it? (1, 2)
Can you dig it? (Uh)
Can you dig it? (1, 2)

Talk shit every time I talk
To the top-tibbity-tower 'cause I talk serious
Top floor, bitch, with a top fleet
Feast over niggas with sharp teeth, full-time, get it
'Cause I go and get wild high, rah (Rah)
Water drop-drip, see how we slide?
Big broad titty they droop, seek the bitch all in the coupe
Jealous niggas, you don't want me to shoot (Drop it off)
Bong-bing, bi-dong-bong
Think you're listening to the wrong song? (Bing-bong-pow)
Full-time niggas, eh? Who? How?
Bang niggas 'til they all go sing, what you gonna do now?
We don't allow foes here now
Watch lil' nigga, we about to go sell it
Beat niggas down to the ground (Make 'em regret it)
And yell it it, we can never do wrong, I sell it
Fuck around (Mhm)
Wanna play a little game of death? Hold on
Take it up, take it up, cool cool?
I'ma kick you in your gut and be makin' you wanna doo-doo
Take a man into Shangri-La
Shorty then became the big strangler
Black Maybach Dracula
Then everything I do is spectacular (Part 2)

God's sake, strap yourselves down

Back, bro, bliggidy-blah, bliggidy-blah (Blah)
Blah (Rah), nigga, you fraud, gimme your broad (Broad)
Bitch, gimme the keys to cities
Let me dig deep, feelin' like Slick Ricky D's and
It's the god givin' you raw (Raw)
Shit got you smashin' your truck, crashin' your car (Car)
Aw shit, homie, you see? And, oh, you don't say? (Don't say)
I been killin' this bitch, homie, we don't play (Don't play)
Sinkin' shit down, get on the floor (Floor)
Yeah, niggas dig how we dig it down to the core (Core)
Earned the right of passage, that's why I'm givin' you more (More)
Pure, bitch, I'm the flyest you ever saw (Saw)
Bad bwoy givin' you heat, see it in the street
And fuck niggas up, lil' bitch, you think it's sweet?
Confuse niggas, bug on the shit I do to a beat (Beat)
And bruise niggas, watch how I cruise niggas to sleep (Sleep)
Infuse niggas, watch how they knock it all in they Jeep (Jeep)
A few paparazzi won't catch me on when I creep (Creep)
I move Kamikaze when paparazzi is deep (Deep)
Include kemosabes, you carbon copies is weak (Ayy)
While I give you a trick or treat (Treat)
You weak motherfuckers, I got you under my feet (Feet)
You sleep on a nigga, that's when you niggas are weak (Weak)
Everything you sow, that's when niggas know shit is deep (And, and)
Break your back and split your spleen
Bunch of angry police officers when they step on the scene
They get even more angry when I be countin' this cream
'Til I got these niggas shoutin', the way I'm out in the steam (Steam)

Czar lyrics - Busta Rhymes & M.O.P.

There ain't no place in the world
Where Busta Rhymes ain't the baddest motherfucker
Do you understand?
Do you understand who this man is?
Do you understand how hard he brings it? (Hard he brings it)
Nobody's followin' this motherfucker, nobody!

Look, bitch, it's my city, you get smacked silly
Thought it was yours, gimme
Prepared to shut shit down, nigga, fuck with me
Jail music for riots, gangstas buck fifty
Fuck the place up 'til I turn a hundred and sixty
Now I'm here to switch it up, motherfuckin' lift it up
Get you niggas drunk 'til you lay in your bed and piss it up
Now I'm back with the coke, it'll make you all sniff it up
And skrrt, skrrt in the Wraith, watch me Tokyo Drift it up
Take this loss, all day sauce
(Take chains off (Uh), everything off (Uh))
Take it all in her mouth and make the stray cough
Cocaine boss, all day floss
Foul niggas know we on the ground and we live it up
And drown cases of Goose 'til I frown and we spit it up
Got us running through it, got a hundred, stupid
Now we 'bout to lose it, y'all don't wanna do it
Watch the way we mix it up, hate the way we fix it up
Anyway, shawty get on her knees and now she licks it up
Red carpet swag on a nigga when they flick shit up
Rich Porter prices on the coke, you see the bricks is up

So far, shawties throw their bra
And I need the lighter to light the perfect cigar
Brand new jet (Jet), brand new car (Car)
Leader of the new shit, brand new Czar (Czar)

Light switch off (Oh), Cuban link cross (Oh)
The shine bright up the evening, diamonds criss-cross (Oh)
If you ain't out here to find it, time to get lost
In case you niggas ain't know

Bitch, I get busy
Like a silverback grizzly, rolled up some more sticky
Every hood to every block, brought them all with me
So much smoke, they're nicknamin' the flow "chimney"
Bag full of franks, every federal know I'm crispy
The great Bust' Rhymes, you're with a few dimes
Just spoke your name up, you gon' live a long time
So when we in this bitch, most you niggas get no shine
Invalid niggas (Fuck 'em), stop beggin' for co-signs
Now this be the douches to have 'em black and make 'em do
Shit, bending their back up until it fuckin' break in two
Better call a medic (Oh), you know my whole aesthetic (Oh)
Energy kinetic (Oh), you better clear the exit (Oh)
Light switch on (Oh), fuck shit up 'til everyone in this bitch gone (Oh)
Launch grenade bombs (Oh)
Spit that venom to break up your legs and both arms (Oh)
Volcanic eruption, we tell 'em, "Remain calm"
Heavy metal like Metallica, now witness the massacre
Somebody should've told them niggas they shouldn't come after ya
Feed the planet the cook up, international trafficker
Now pull up with the sprinters 'cause all of my bitches passengers

So far, shawties throw their bra
And I need the lighter to light the perfect cigar
Brand new jet (Jet), brand new car (Car)
Leader of the new shit, brand new Czar (Czar)

Light switch off (Oh), Cuban link cross (Oh)
It shine, bright up the evening, diamonds criss-cross (Oh)
If you ain't out here to find it, time to get lost
In case you niggas ain't know

Outta My Mind lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Bell Biv DeVoe)

I hear the club shouldn't be open unless I'm in that motherfucker Come on, come on (Ayy!)
What? Ayy, what?
It's already starting to feel like it's that time again
Okay (Okay)
Now I want everybody to do what they know they 'posed to do
'Cause y'all know who in this bitch
(The Conglomerate)
Front and center, come on

Look at here, see them pilin' in, trick
Back in the spot to make 'em wild again, bitch
It's Bust' Rhymes, ya god damn snitch
The cannon 'bout to blow, let them niggas know quick, shit
Oh god, no, the nigga gon' flip
Spit, spazz, cut, a nigga face kicked
A hole atop your fuckin' head, bang
'Cause I'm in love with bodying shit like newlyweds (Damn)
Now is the time, let me hear you say, "Ho" (Ho)
Hands up because I say so (Yo)
Turn full, my niggas, let's go
Now don't you see how we got 'em? We here to get dough
Oh, shit (What's this?), you better get with us
Straight (Straight), Black (Black), out chyea, my niggas
Ayy, look, ayy, you know the way we do it
The Conglomerate is comin' and we 'bout to run through it

It's drivin' me out of my mind
That's why it's hard for me to find
Can't get it out of my head
Watch the way we kill 'em, you gotta love it
Don't this shit make my niggas wanna—

Wait, one sec, hey, homie, what's hood?
Bouncin' on the beat like the way you niggas should (Oh)
Look, now watch me just leave another stamp (Champ)
And then be spittin' the shit that other niggas can't (Can't, can't, can't, no)
It's never gonna end
I bounce right back and shit on them again
Sit back and watch other niggas bleed (Yeah, yeah)
And then I come to give y'all the shit you need (Right here)
Oh, you know I (Come) and knock shit (Down)
Me don't care, I know nah damn frown
Dready drop the beat while I'm shinin' my crown
And reinstate the boom bap and redefine sound (Drown)
Trash niggas who sit (Back) thinkin' they could (Front)
I could live with the street (Crack), get ya what you (Want)
Yeah, I know what's up bitch (Presto)
Let me chill for a minute, bring the chorus back (Let's go)

It's drivin' me out of my mind
That's why it's hard for me to find
Can't get it out of my head
Watch the way we kill 'em, you gotta love it
Don't this shit make my niggas wanna—

Hop and I skip every time that I (Drop that)
A lot of you trash and you need to (Stop that now)
Tell me (How) can you not do the shit that'll make the game proud (Oh)
Tuck, drop it, and roll, the fire gon' blaze in here
Now do I make myself clear?
Watch keep the weight, yeah, we beat 'em up 'til I'm done
Make them run, bounce, bitch (One)
You know that everything's good
Crowd in this bitch, need some elbow room, uh
Uh, we 'bout to heat it up (Some more)
I hope all of my niggas is keepin' up (Eat 'em up)
I will eat your food until I bleed
Or 'til a nigga can't breathe
We run shit, control the block and all of that (And all of that)
Now I'm tired of talkin', bring the chorus back (Contact), oh

It's drivin' me out of my mind
That's why it's hard for me to find
Can't get it out of my head
Watch the way we kill 'em, you gotta love it
Don't this shit make my niggas wanna—

E.L.E. 2 The Wrath Of God lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Minister Louis Farrakhan)

What up? (What up?)
I'm sorry, your time has come
No God is present today
They need to be afraid
You need to be afraid today because the God of justice is present now
That's why he said, "Vengeance is mine"
The battle is not yours, the battle is the Lord's and God has come
The battle is on and the plagues are coming down
And no, I'm not afraid, but you need to be and especially when you see what's coming up
Because as a man soweth, the same shall he also reap
And when you have done the evil that you've done to us
And done it to others
Did you never think that there would come a day
When you would have to pay for all that crap that you have done?
Thomas Jefferson said it right, brother
He said, "I had trembled for my country
When I reflect that God is just
And that his justice cannot sleep forever"
Well, his justice has awakened
And all over the world, the nations are turning right before our eyes
And that's why Trump is saying "We gotta make America great, how, when? Again"
Because she's not great today
People are not afraid
The world has taken enough of America's evil, so death is sweeter
The son been continuing to live under white supremacy and under tyranny
So, in all, I don't care nothing about them investigating me
Or arresting me, or even killing me
But I'll tell you what
I'll tell you what, I'll give you a little warning
You killed your last man when you killed Dr. King, you will not get that chance to do that to me
And if it pleases God that you do kill me, right after you kill me, all of you gon' die
'Cause I'm not here by myself, I'm not here of myself
You can see that God must be backin' me
Otherwise, where would I get the strength to say and do what I do?
No, man, it's our time now

God has sent me to make you all feel the wrath and cometh
I'm here to heat up and beat the street up, I'm back to punish
While Trump is present with a mouth screamin' louder than trumpets
While you bow to the puppets, I'ma stand and stick around for the judgment
Use the world stage with a God crown to put it down for the public
The Earth's in pain with a large pound of demonic indulgence
These devil consultants, when our streets whine, I read minds of the culprits
Kind of repulsive to expose 'em through rhymes that I'm pumpin'
Shit's kind of disruptive when I talk now, line up the subjects
I'm tired of injustice from the popes, politicians and judges
When you witness the abuse of power, sometimes it's seductive
Then I question God, why create a creature that is so destructive?
Hold all your grudges and focus while you create expenses
Every man is free of choice, but no man is free of consequences
Hold your suggestions and listen closely, I study lessons
Causing rain, hail, snow and earthquake and travel dimensions
The ground'll rattle, the Earth will rumble like a stampede of cattle
Eleven hundred twenty feet per second, faster than sound travel
How many more protests? How many more marches?
Zero results, it's so grotesque, don't even get me started
Then count on my mama, she knows best, fight for the dearly departed
God is the armor, we so blessed, let's zoom in on a target
From a certificate, a merit down to a felony
For one's actions of these, justices will reward a penalty
Pants too tight, nigga, it's been part of the plan, fool
They fucked around and made the demasculinization of man cool
Appreciate my pop, never stop 'til the death of me
Raise the silly men and I'll never disgrace my legacy
Fuck following trends that don't make us men is the recipe
Care for your women, your mother and children, it's necessity
In the last couple of years, you niggas look like you need therapy
Mentally it appears as if the imbalance is chemically
How you gon' try to stop God's work?
That could never happen, even after I'm back in the Lord's dirt
I'm here to present the impact of the Extinction Level Event 2
I'm only here to present and bring the impact of the Extinction Level Event 2

Hail Busta Rhymes
I saw him at the Grammys
He spoke with passion (With passion, with passion, with passion)

Slow Flow lyrics - Busta Rhymes & Ol' Dirty Bastard (feat. Ol' Dirty Bastard)

But you won't let me love you
I wanna do more smooth rhymes and shit, man
Know what I'm sayin'? I don't know them shits
Yeah
Come on
This that shit, oh, shit
That's that Wu-Tang shit, my nigga
Check it, yo, this to all them fuckin' MC's out there in the world
That think they can fuck with Ol' Dirty Bastard
You know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, come on, come on
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What? (Yo)
I'm here to shock your dome piece real quick (Yo, yo)
Know what I'm sayin'? (Yo, check)

Shit get cataclysmic how I mastered the wicked division of spittin' Nigga, past what you wishin'
It's super surpassing your vision in whatever you thinking of course
Bags are sickening, make 'em gag when I'm shittin' type of flow
See, the fact is I'm back and I'm stackin' 'em up
How I'm heatin' the planet, niggas be callin' me solar maximum
So effortless in how I'm attackin' 'em
Even when I'm restin', I'm Black and niggas see the results and next count them
Like checkin' the pulse of a corpse when I show 'em no reaction
Ignoring you, nigga (You borin' me, nigga)
Back to stacking this paper exactly, the lyrical impact is so literal
Criminal (Priceless), as in every valuable mineral
Super subliminal, becomin' the future like digital data
Pivotal moments, shit get critical, haters
See what I make the DJ do to the fader, rest in peace to Roc Raida
Body niggas now or later, traumatically major
Dramatically cater to niggas that want it and eat it
And live it and fart it just to open they vein and bleed it
I superseded the situation every time it's hard to defeat it
The unstoppable, you need it

Whoa-hoa-hoa, let me, like, slow up with the flow
If I move too quick, oh, ya just won't know
Whoa-hoa-hoa, let me, like, slow up with the flow
If I move too quick, oh, ya just won't know
Introducing, yo, fuck that nigga's name
My hip hop drops on your head like rain
And when it rains, it pours 'cause my rhymes hardcore
That's why I give you more of the raw (Yo, yo)

The tables is turnin', I'm enjoying just burning you niggas
And schooling and tutoring and learning you niggas
So peep the way that I come and weed 'em out beyond a reasonable doubt
I ain't rushin', I'm taking the scenic route
On my paper trail to unveil and just derail all irrelevant traffic
And clear the lane and deliver that Illmatic
While keepin' you hyper and keep you ecstatic while I'm bringin' shit harder
Especially when it's dark, I'm a midnight marauder
Now, baby, bye little bitch, hope you know I'm ready to die as the best
Appreciatin' this nigga life after death
But in the meantime, while I poison you niggas with the heat for the blocks
Scratchin' and fiendin', needing a detox
While you screaming, I'm shining, gleamin' and cleaning up the game in a mink
While I give you what's only built for Cuban link, niggas
Incredible Hulk's America's most wanted
Hole in the fort, documented report in the war report
Givin' you the crack, nigga, new jacks
They need that Carter V for the niggas that got appetites bigger than dinosaurs
Like, every time I spit, I get rid of a few
This is Extinction Level Event 2

Whoa-hoa-hoa, let me, like, slow up with the flow
If I move too quick, oh, ya just won't know
Whoa-hoa-hoa, let me, like, slow up with the flow
If I move too quick, oh, ya just won't know
Introducing, yo, fuck that nigga's name
My hip hop drops on your head like rain
And when it rains, it pours 'cause my rhymes hardcore
That's why I give you more of the raw

Don't Go lyrics - Busta Rhymes & Q-Tip (feat. Chris Rock)

[Busta Rhymes:]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
This shit feel like we flowing down the Milky Way, nigga!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

And smash the beat one time
See a résumé like this, the shit be hard to find
I do have a tendency to do what's great and leave
A legacy that's hard to duplicate, see
Lyrically, I'm undefeatable, respect the logo
Stupid if you think you can test me, that's a no-no
Effective with the hits, especially when I went solo
And aggressive with the spit, I think you niggas know the caper, na-na
Let's take this shit back to the real side
The shit that you could really feel, right?
See, I do this for the people, all my ladies and gents
Had 'em breaking down a barricade and jumping the fence
Leader of the newest shit, that let 'em see who the best
Hard to define, and so let it manifest in the flesh
Every time I touch a microphone, you know I'ma bless
Niggas with the shit that you feel in your gut and your chest
Now I'm bouncin' out the building, leave the shit in a mess
I'm finished fuckin' up the spot, so now it's back to the rest (Rest)

See how we kill 'em with the slow flow
And we got the game in a chokehold
And where I'm going, you won't go
I'm leaving the game, they begging a nigga, "Don't go"
See how we hit these niggas this time
La-la, mm, da-da-da, mm, da-da-da

[Q-Tip:]
Try to explain to you, Bus', this shit is circumstantial
I am your friend as sure as you have plaques up on your mantle
So never doubt your man, come on with the extended hand
The only thing I ask of you is just to understand
We are day ones, your fam
So keep the cool, king, and worry not
I'm with you, nigga, let's get chicken rocks
We'll split the chicken in the kitchen like the coco rocks
I figure that I, my fellow Jedi
Have a moment of clarity, with courtesy, I spit candidly
I am your brother, my brother, so don't move angrily
Let the music grab you, why don't you take it back to
The times that Busta Rhymes used to engage in battle?
Niggas used to shake like dice
Catch an L and pick a fight
The cypher used to get the destroyed
The opponent was rendered void
The cheering section was employed
So girls and boys say, "He's nice!"
I know, my nigga, I'm just stompin' 'round in memory hall
Let's channel all that good energy into now, that's all
The Rollie hands are moving rapidly around the stones
The Abstract and the Dragon in the Game of Thrones
The seven kingdoms are connected by the microphones
We got the glow, bro, ain't no time for beef, bro
If your time came before mine, I'd be like, "Don't go"
If your time came before mine, I'd be like, "Don't go"

[Busta Rhymes:]
See how we kill 'em with the slow flow
And we got the game in a chokehold
And where I'm going, you won't go
I'm leaving the game, they begging a nigga, "Don't go"
See how we hit these niggas this time
La-la, mm, da-da-da, mm, da-da-da
And where I'm going, you won't go
I'm leaving the game, they begging a nigga, "Don't go"
See how we hit these niggas this time
La-la, mm, da-da-da, mm, da-da-da

[Chris Rock:]
Hehehehehahaha
And if you are just joining us, welcome to the moment of truth
Extinction Level Event 2
Do you understand what I'm talking about?
It's the end of the world!
Take notes from a real MC
It's about how the record feel
The nigga's like Bartles & Jaymes
Like McDonald's, like Popeyes, like KFC
You been knowing this motherfucker for a long-ass time
Yes, there's niggas out there that—that can say they've done a little this, a little that
But do any of those niggas wanna follow Busta Rhymes?
Hell motherfucking no! (No!)

Boomp! lyrics - Busta Rhymes

(Boomp)
(Mm, mm)

Hey (Hey), see how they try to pin it on me (Boomp)
And if the cap fit, fit it on me
Got love in every hood, they been waitin' for me (Mm, mm)
Hey, I'm 'bout to blow on my women down, shit
I got about a million on me (Boomp)

Come for the ride, my niggas, come on (Yes)
Come for the ride, all my bitches, come on (Mm, mm)

New endeavors, we do whatever, we glue the deficit
Seizes the sideline, nigga, come on (Boomp)
Look, see how we go back (Back)
Diggin' the soul out the bitch, come on (Mm, mm)
Found a way to escape, come on
On my journey, don't turn me into an ape, come on
Delanie, where my asparagus?
I do the thing, King King Kong
Energy ginseng, my Buju Banton (Flow)
You ain't with me, you niggas gun run (Oh)
Bobby Digital, bang up your head, bong-bong (Boomp, boomp, boomp)
I be the sensei (Ay)
Make sure you know, don't ever go against me (Mm, mm)
You could end up a victim 'fore I come out the next (Play, play)

Hey (Hey), see how they try to pin it on me (Boomp)
And if the cap fit, fit it on me
Got love in every hood, they been waitin' for me (Mm, mm)
Hey, I'm 'bout to blow on my women down, shit
I got about a million on me (Boomp)

Better do what the king say (Ay)
God in the flesh, lookin' like Kunta Kinte (Uh)
You done caught a few bodies, that nigga been great
Lay 'em out in the display (Boomp)
Got her lovin' the way I make shit shift
While I'm keepin' 'em strong, handle your bitch (What?)
Bust your head and I make it split
Give it good while I make it hard to forget (What?)
Every rep, every interval
How we fuckin' shit up, trouble is at a minimal
Global bitches kill in New York way down to Senegal

Hey (Hey), see how they try to pin it on me (Boomp)
And if the cap fit, fit it on me
Got love in every hood, they been waitin' for me (Mm, mm)
Hey, I'm 'bout to blow on my women down, shit
I got about a million on me (Boomp)

Come for the ride, my niggas, come on (Yes)
Come for the ride, all my bitches, come on (Mm, mm)
Hey (Hey), see how they try to pin it on me (Boomp)
Come for the ride, my niggas, come on (Yes)
Come for the ride, all my bitches, come on (Mm, mm)
Hey (Hey), see how they try to pin it on me (Boomp)

I tell you something, don't ever [?] up your CD
Pack up the [?] (Mm, mm)
[?]
Hey (Hey), see how they try to pin it on me (Boomp)
Back up the charger, carry the [?]
And when [?]
Hey (Hey), see how they try to pin it on me (Boomp)
[?]
We'll make real money
[?] that they're trying
Hey (Hey), see how they try to pin it on me (Boomp)
Just leave the place, clear the area
Wait, do what [?]
I'll show them how to make real money (Hey)
They're just learning the fucking biz (Fucking biz, fucking biz)

True Indeed lyrics - Busta Rhymes

Busta Rhymes up in the place, uh, true indeed
Busta Rhymes-Rhymes-Rhymes-Rhymes up in the place, uh
Who can flow with me? (Just to let you know)
We keep comin' back with more and more
Kick the rest
Yo, you want a rhyme, nigga?
Ay, oh, check

The mathematician of this rap expedition
Mastered the precision of the faster addiction after you listen
Smashin' that whip, I'm fast with the wisdom I give
I'm fluently speakin', who would be teaching jewels like sciences hidden?
Look, I'm tired of kickin' niggas' head off
See now I'm tryna avoid from poppin' the lead off
I saw your top and then jet off
It's time that I set off the heat like the tropics connect with the hood
Quicker than fiber optics, I'm deeper than Michael's pockets
I'm equally microscopic, germicidal like an Ebola
If I ain't already told you, you could suck up on my Ricola (Ricola)

(Hum)
Please feel free to join us in the smoking section
Because we with all the smoke over here

Colder than all the polar bear weather
Know I'm chosen to clear 'em whether or not they're ready, I'm stoppin' shit every
Time as I'm redefinin' and mastermindin' and redesignin' the master architect
Chemically combining genetically, see-see-see, I'm readily sick to the pulp competitively
The DNA in my blood Incredible Hulk, and then I shock with a volt
Enter like El Camino, supply you with supplements like aminos
You in trouble 'cause me and Preemo finally got together
Yes, we got a script for you to learn from
Everybody get off when I shoot my sperm from
None of you niggas ready if you're still gassin' that 'ghetti
I make a movie out of 'em, Tyler Perry
See how the style'll vary while I bury you niggas
And I'm whippin' a Maserati and throwin' bread like confetti
You know that we got it plenty
Watch the movie while you still drive a Suzuki
Chill and have manners when you be talkin' to me
'Cause shit gets spooky when I smoke a loosey and I style my Louis
Then I leave niggas dead and stinkin' worser than dookie

Alright, yeah we're here to start now

Master Fard Muhammad lyrics - Busta Rhymes & Rick Ross (feat. Chris Rock)

[Rick Ross:]
Have mercy for the spirits still prayin' for me
Times hard, so forgive me if I smell funny
Sleeping in cars, it be real with no hotel money
Louis Vuitton, you just get it 'cause your man want it
Pictures and captions let me know that you will tell somethin'
Middle school, bitches used to call me Bruce Bruce
Now it's stretch Maybachs and the coupes, too (Maybach)
Like jewels, I'm just tryna pack a deuce-deuce
Diplomats, Arabic how I'm makin' my moves
Road to riches, fuckin' bitches in my favorite shoes
She thought I had a seizure, told her April fools
Fuck a lawsuit, bitch I'm tryna make the news
Master Mohammed sold silks goin' door to door
Givin' knowledge to the brothers fed who wanted more
We a nation of brothers, such a wonderful force
Go straight to the Quran if you wanted the source
I know God so proud you becoming the boss
Cold world with the flows, keep a nigga raw
We was sleepin' on the floors when they used to storm
I just wanna get a home for my only mom
This a dream to make her proud of her only son
This a dream to make her proud of her only son
Make her proud of her only son
This a dream to make her proud of her only son
And I'm number one (Maybach Music)

[Busta Rhymes:]
Look at my Piguet, yo, it's about that time
Light sparkle off my jewelry, it's about that shine
Money bust out every pocket, it's about that grind
I school them dudes, especially when a nigga third eye blind
Can't give a fuck about what's yours, only concerned 'bout mine's, nigga
They steerin' like all of this hypnosis it's heavy
If looks could kill, I'd probably die countless deaths already
Gillette razor-sharp shooter, shootin' star like a comet
Swag gave birth to millions like Master Fard Muhammad, boss
Lookin' relaxed like I don't wanna be bothered
I thank God for the blessings of paths paved
As I journey through a jungle of lions so unscathed
Until I speak in tongues when I visit my aunt's grave
And hustle like a genius with strength of a man's slave
It gets deeper while he's singing his praise, walk with me now
I bless the hood while I keep on bangin' 'em harder
Unconditional a love as a daughter's love for her father
And dream, flying through the clouds on the planes that I charter
And documentin' moments in time, becomin' a martyr
While I merge, the corporation's expandin' a little larger now
For the sole purpose, my people can all eat
Through the desperate folks occupying up Wall Street
But I'm torn while in the studio, givin' you all heat
And their ignorance is bliss, busy sayin' they born street
On their hands and knees just like they walkin' on four feet
Damn, look what they really turnin' us into
A savage smellin' blood while malfunctionin' in the mental
With baggage through the mud that they draggin' until they settle
I ration up success when I'm sniffin' a rose petal
If you violate the truth, your body with feel the metal
Listen to these words with the power to fuel rockets
Just in the same time it's so perfect for me drop this
It's getting to the point where they beggin' the kid to stop it
It's hard to honor such requests when you're bathin' in profit
Witness shit I said that's come to pass they calling my prophet, lord
Special how I touch the people when I'm speakin'
So precious like a moment of watchin' a baby sleepin'
Infectious like opponents that's always catchin' a beatin'
From journeys that I travel and missions I be completin'
Put the mic down and leave it with mama for safe keepin'

Hahahaha, wow (Wow)
Let me hear that shit again, son

[Chris Rock:]
Take notes!
Write it down, get a pad
Learn, motherfuckers, learn from a god MC
Ain't too many left
That's right, there's only a few out there, y'all
Motherfucker, everybody talkin' 'bout Busta Rhymes
Bussa-Bust, a man you trust
In Bust we trust
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
The only nigga we trust is Bussa-Buss

YUUUU lyrics - Busta Rhymes & Anderson .Paak

Double, triple check (Check, check)
Feelin' like you owe a couple checks (Checks, checks)
Heh

Bitch, I had to bust a YUUUUU
Came right back to get that loot
Know I had to finish what I started (What I started, what I)
No, it ain't too late to turn around, is it? (It ain't never late)
Bitch, I had to bust a U
Came right back to get that loot
Know I had to finish what I started (What I started, what I)
No, it ain't too late to turn around, is it? (Turn around)

Runnin' up, up the numbers on the cash, Chase (Cash, Chase)
Stretchin' out of the work just like elastic (Like elastic)
Fuckin' with one of the bitches with a bankroll (With a bankroll)
Know her ass as fake as her eyelashes (That shit fake, woo)
Steppin' out of the Bimmer, dirty Vans on (With my Vans on)
Catchin' up on them offers, I don't need dough (I don't need dough)
Long as I am a legend in my hometown (In my hometown)
Respect is why I did it from a year ago (You ain't know?)
I can't wait today, I can't wait today
Thought I lost it all like everything, bitch, like everything
Came back for my bag, I'm back to play, but don't play with me
I can turn it all around today, I ain't never late, never late
I can't wait today, I can't wait today
Bitch, I need my band like yesterday, bitch, like yesterday
Green light, green light, green light, ándale
Bitch, don't play with me
I can turn it all around today, I ain't never late, never late

Double, triple check (Check)
Thought I left a couple bands on the step (Back it up again)
Feelin' like you owe a couple checks (Check)
Now I'm gettin' back like I never left (Oh, like I never left)
Bang a left (Uh)

Bitch, I had to bust a YUUUUU (Lord)
Came right back to get that loot
Know I had to finish what I started (What I started, what I)
No, it ain't too late to turn around, is it?

Do not come after me, no
You don't wanna do that, nigga (Do that, nigga)
And I'm hopin' that you all agree
You don't want a problem, true that, nigga (True that, nigga)
And I'm schoolin' you all just a little
Pro'ly like you was a new rap nigga (New rap nigga)
And I'm claustrophobic a lot
And I think you better move back, nigga (Move back now)
Please get away from me
I don't really wanna talk 'bout nothin' (Shut up, nigga)
If my money ain't what it's supposed to be
That's when a nigga gun start bustin' (Bah, bah)
Clang, cah-clang, clang, cah-clang
Shells hit the floor, more shots comin' (More shots comin')
And instead of you tryna talk to me
Motherfucker, better talk 'bout runnin' (Sing along, nigga)
Everything about me new (New, new)
Bitch, I'm back and they don't know what to do (Do, do)
Best you ever saw, every metaphor, medical
Precautions will be needed, crazy like a pack of animals
Hope you all got a proper view (View, view)
So sick y'all need to let the doctor through (Through, through)
Look, yes, respect this rep, never miss a step, disrespect
Could give a fuck 'bout your plug
Y'all know who be the plug connect

Double, triple check (Check)
Thought I left a couple bands on the step (Back it up again)
Feelin' like you owe a couple checks (Check)
Now I'm gettin' back like I never left (Oh, like I never left)
Bang a left (Uh)

Bitch, I had to bust a U (Lord)
Came right back to get that loot
Know I had to finish what I started (What I started, what I)
No, it ain't too late to turn around, is it?

Oh No lyrics - Busta Rhymes

Bitch, what's the problem?
Fuck you talkin' 'bout, my nigga? I got 'em
(Dready)
I got 'em

Bitch, what's the problem?
Fuck you talkin' 'bout? Nigga, I got 'em
Need I remind 'em? They must've forgotten
Fuck this bitch up from the top to the bottom
Kill 'em all 'til they decay and they rotten
Whip shit I can't pronounce, just know it's foreign
Spaceship outside and the fiber is carbon
I'm making 'em sick again, bitch, go 'head, vomit
Bitch, what's the problem?
Fuck you talkin' 'bout? Nigga, I got 'em
Me takin' L's, that talk is so uncommon
And shit, hide they shit before my niggas rob 'em
You better off dead or probably playin' possum
And stay on the ground 'cause there's no better option
Then fuck up this bitch with another concoction
Clear out the block with a blare from the shotgun (Shotgun)
Bitch, what's the problem?
Fuck you talkin' 'bout, my nigga? I got 'em
Clown niggas from miles away, we still spot 'em
Man, fuck around and end up on a milk carton
Nigga wonderin' who shot him
Grave located, don't post these niggas garden
Pop niggas up, now watch how I'ma rock 'em
I chop a brick up, now watch how they gon' cop 'em
I mop the clique up on top of how I flop 'em
Get got in your gut no matter how I drop 'em
Plot against us, then watch how we just stop 'em
What we 'posed to do? Nigga from the bottom
Plant the money tree and get the money when it blossom
How the fuck is they gon' stop him?
Clout thirsty niggas on the 'gram, we block 'em
Pull up and watch the way the bitches flock 'em

(Flocka! Waka Flocka!)
Most you niggas really caca (And)
Get to passin' me my vodka (And)
Bitch, you know I keep the choppa (And)
Every single time I pop up (And)
Pop, I make the ratchet pop-pop (Pop-pop-pop)
Pop, I make that ratchet pop-pop

Think you niggas can fuck with my clique? I say, "Oh no, no" (No)
How could he be better? Nigga could be never, oh no, no (No)
Fuck the building up, promoters screaming out, "Oh no, no" (No)
Until they shut us down, they got every hood fiending like, "Oh no, no" (No)

Bitch, what's the problem?
Fuck you talkin' 'bout? Nigga, I got 'em
(Watch how I) How I wack 'em and I sock 'em
Outer space with it how I Mr. Spock 'em
Then cop me a planet, fuck it up like Saddam
Batmobile whippin', pullin' up to Gotham
Chamomile sippin', countin' blood with Pac-Man
Gotta chill, bitches know I beg your pardon (Your pardon)
Bitch, what's the problem?
How we fuck shit up, my nigga? I got 'em
Y'all niggas know that what we do is awesome
You're better off leavin', purchase you a coffin (A coffin)
You gon' thank me in the morning
You know I keep shootin', the gun barrel scorching
Lay you to rest and spin the Wheel of Fortune
Do shit that keep all of you niggas talkin'
Bitch, what's the problem?
Fuck you talkin' 'bout, my nigga? I got 'em
Fuck shit up here and all the way to Scotland
And bruck him up where there's no reason to pop him
And talk my shit clear while every speaker knockin'
Motherfucker got 'em flockin'
I talk to the streets, that be my final calling
Walk and go sleep, that be your final warning

(Flocka! Waka Flocka!)
Most you niggas really caca (And)
Get to passin' me my vodka (And)
Bitch, you know I keep the choppa (And)
Every single time I pop up (And)
Pop, I make the ratchet pop-pop (Pop-pop-pop)
Pop, I make that ratchet pop-pop

Think you niggas can fuck with my clique? I say, "Oh no, no" (No)
How could he be better? Nigga could be never, oh no, no (No)
Fuck the building up, promoters screaming out, "Oh no, no" (No)
Until they shut us down, they got every hood fiending like, "Oh no, no" (No)

The Don & The Boss lyrics - Busta Rhymes & Vybz Kartel

[Vybz Kartel:]
Wah gwan, baby?
Wah gwan, baby?
Wah gwan, baby?
Wah gwan, baby?

Shake it fi di boss
Get naked fi di boss
X-rated fi di boss
Best playlist fi di boss
Bumpa so big
Like Nicki Minaj
Like Nicki Minaj
Like Nicki Minaj

Kartel is a mystery
Nancy Drew cyaan fix it
Put my dick on yuh lipstick
Yeah, ha-ha, she kissed it
Xerxes get victories, ah
Bumbohole get dismissed
Conglomerate's in business
Fuck boy wives and bitches
Hoho, haha, he-he
She come back again like frisbee
Is a fling suh she miss mi
My girl, Miss who? Mississippi
My mind is a district
District 9, restricted
IQ high with big spliff
My crew time, is this it?

[Busta Rhymes:]
Shake it fi di don
Get naked fi di don
X-rated fi di don
Best playlist fi di don
Bumpa so big
Like Megan Thee Stallion
Like Megan Thee Stallion
Like Megan Thee Stallion

Bus' Rhymes ah di champion
Coulda never find a better option
Mi nuh wah none ah yuh friend dem
Somebody pussy smell like onion and scallion
Come stand up pon a champion
Gun barrel bigger dan di Grand Canyon
All ah mi thug, dem ah bad man
Mek wi get rid ah all ah unu, subtraction
Eh, bloodclaat, wah gwan?
You get anedda Godzilla, King Kong, son
One World Boss, one Rass Don
Don't play with mi money, not a fraction
See, dat will cause a wrong reaction
Shot fly 'til you hear it way down a Boston
Two ah we a don, weh yuh a look pon?
World boss ah alien and mi a Martian

[Vybz Kartel:]
Shake it fi di boss
Get naked fi di boss
X-rated fi di boss
Best playlist fi di boss
Bumpa so big
Like Nicki Minaj
Like Nicki Minaj
Like Nicki Minaj

[Busta Rhymes:]
Shake it fi di don
Get naked fi di don
X-rated fi di don
Best playlist fi di don
Bumpa so big
Like Megan Thee Stallion
Like Megan Thee Stallion
Like Megan Thee Stallion

Girl, I'm tryna figure out what I'm finna cook for these kids
I'm thinkin' 'bout gettin' some damn Red Hots, I'm tired
Kids? Honey, I don't even know, like, I just started this diet, so I can't even help you
What kind of diet?
Is that—that your phone?
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Yo' daddy on the phone
Hello?
Yeah, what's up?
Hello
Yeah, what's up? You can't hear me or somethin'?
Well—I'm comin' to pick up junior, get him ready for me
When you gon' have him back?
What you talkin' 'bout?
I bring him back nine o'clock every time it's my day to have my visit with him
I'll be there in two hours to pick him up
Nah, nah, nah, nah
If you ain't over here in the next hour to pick him up (Ayo, I ain't—I—I ain't in the mood for this shit)
He ain't goin' with you this weekend, I don't give a damn what you say
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
You know how you do
You always say you gon' do somethin', you don't do it (I'm not tryna hear this shit to—I'm not hearin' this)
You always talkin' 'bout what you gon' do (I'm not in the mood for this shit today)
And don't carry through (I'm—), I ain't finna keep no one there
Oh yeah? Make sure my son ready to be picked up when I pull up

Best I Can lyrics - Busta Rhymes & Rapsody

[Busta Rhymes:]
Pull up, the fuck is you talkin'?
Man, fuck that nigga, what you? Ay, bruh
Have him home at eight, I ain't—I ain't even playing with you
Shit

[Rapsody:]
I was so rude when you was tryna be a father
Always gave you drama, never took the kids to see your mama and them
I know the best I can is what you tried to do
Took so much time from you, trippin' 'bout the child support
Paid to have 'em raised and then you still bought 'em Christmas toys
Damn, I just wanna, I wanna thank
Puttin' up with me, I always took your joy
And had some sorry-ass nigga playing daddy to your boy
And got mad 'cause you found a good woman, that's fucked up
I know, the best I can is what I'm trying to do
Owe you that much and know I owe him that, too
He ain't the man he supposed to be 'cause I ain't let him learn from you, damn
I wanna thank for walking away when I was yelling in your face
Making a scene in broad day because you brought him back late
'Cause you missed him so much you only got him one day, shit
The best I can is what I'm trying to do
Once a month 'cause you was working to overpay
A little child support, I still asked you to buy 'em new Js
Only spent a little bit on our baby
I know that your support really made a nigga lazy, I'm just saying, damn
I could've done better
I know you didn't deserve it, I was thinking 'bout the cheddar
I was thinking 'bout adversity and how you left me
For some other broad but I understand that I was crazy
So, you did the best you could
You did the best you can, you still stuck around for good
And I appreciate it, and I hope, I hope you see it, shit
And our son really needs you, damn

[Busta Rhymes:]
Damn is motherfuckin' right
And I can't believe all of the shit you did just out of spite
I wanna, I just wanna
The best I can is what I'm tryna do, shit
Thank you for making me a stronger man than some
Too many times you fucking disrespect me in front of my son
God, I want to thank you (I wanna thank)
For allowing me to survive this, shit
Sorry I called you that, I wish I didn't mean it
I never thought I would live to see the day that you would see it
I put up with your shit, but many times, I swore I wouldn't
And did it for our son even when I get weak and thought I really couldn't
But I was taught to never raise my hand up to a woman
Should've got my sister to slap you 'cause you deserve a couple good ones
You denied me time with my son with this bitch nigga you harbored
You let him diss you in front of your kid when you here shitting on his father
Know I ain't perfect, I could be a better dad
And dealin' with you helped me find a strength I never thought I had
And I wanna, yes I wanna
The best I can is what I'm tryna do
I only want the best for my son, give me credit
A nigga deal was right, maybe I coulda started tryna respect it
And I hate this tension building like food in a pot that's brewing
Like I'm 'posed to deal with this nigga on top of the shit you doing
Now you motherfucking crazy
You think I'ma sit around and let some nigga you brought around ever come between me and my baby?
I wanna, yes I wanna (The best I can)
For biting off more than you could chew (Mom, dad?)
Hey, little young king, you should go play with your brothers
Go back downstairs where they at, let me finish talking to your mother
Go on now, thanks for my son and making me angry
To where I had to get up and go find a woman that makes me happy
The type of woman that helps me teach him how to love his mama
And help me raise him as a young man that'll treat his woman proper
I wanna, yes I wanna
The best I can is all I'm tryna do, damn

[Mariah Carey:]
Hey Bus, you ready to do it to 'em again?

[Busta Rhymes:]
Well, it's only right, queen
Let's show 'em better than we can tell 'em

Where I Belong lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Mariah Carey)

Don't keep me waitin' for too long, girl
Come through, take it off, let's get it on, girl
Too long I've been messin' with the wrong girl
Should've known that you was right where I belong, girl
I won't keep you waitin' for too long, boy
Come through and take it off and get it on, boy
Too long I was messin' with the wrong boy
Should've known you was right where I belong, boy

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, right where I belong, girl
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, right where I belong, boy

Mami, I got something to share with you
And put together a plan that I wanna prepare with ya
Listen, I ain't tryin' to annoy ya, I got it for you
I might wanna spoil ya and cook a little arroz con pollo
Ma, you're more than a dime, you're like a roll of quarters
Your shit's in order, purer than a dozen of bottled waters
Make me wanna just kinda wanna see ya longer than normal
Kinda wanna support her, sorta love up on her
Kissin', touchin', you feel it when you rub up on her
Kinda feelin' like she want me to put the lovin' on her
Now everything 'bout this feel good, let's put it all in order
Ain't tryna rush it, but it's hard to fight this any longer
(Why you tryna fight it, baby?)
I ain't tryin' to fight it, but
(I ain't tryna fight it, baby?) I'm sayin'
See, I don't even know what's happenin', shit is makin' me bug
It feels good, but I wish I knew what it was
'Cause, look here

Don't keep me waitin' for too long, girl
Come through, take it off, let's get it on, girl
Too long I've been messin' with the wrong girl
Should've known that you was right where I belong, girl
I won't keep you waitin' for too long, boy
Come through and take it off and get it on, boy
Too long I was messin' with the wrong boy
Should've known you was right where I belong, boy

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, right where I belong, girl
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, right where I belong, boy

Hmm, check it, ma
I love the way that you put it down and you rep it, ma (Ooh)
The way you ride for your nigga, yes, I respect it, ma (Yeah)
And if I make a mistake, you help me correct it, ma, I'm with you
You know how I want it, girl
Let me just take your mental through motions around the world
And when it's most essential, I love how you make it work
And with the most potential, I hope that you never hurt, I hope you see it
Baby girl, you're my greatest supporter
And while I talk about us, I give 'em another scorcher
And when they walk around us, we stand up in front the altar
And let's rewrite our history standing in front the altar, know we need it
While I'm lookin' at you, I'm sippin' a Malta
And every time we be together, the temperature warmer
You know I'm tryin', but (Why you tryna fight it, baby?)
You see, this candle here for us, and I'm lightin' it, baby
Come on with me, look here

Don't keep me waitin' for too long, girl (No)
Come through, take it off, let's get it on, girl (Oh)
Too long I've been messin' with the wrong girl
Should've known that you was right where I belong, girl
I won't keep you waitin' for too long, boy
Come through and take it off and get it on, boy
Too long I was messin' with the wrong boy
Should've known you was right where I belong, boy

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, right where I belong, girl
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh (Ooh)
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, right where I belong, boy

Baby girl, better know that I really give it up to you
And a nigga feelin' right, but I know it's all because of you (Oh)
All the weight you be carrying, I wanna lift it off for you
All the lovin' that you need, baby, how I got it all for you?
Baby girl, you're someone and then you know I gotta get it
And I'm comin' and I'm runnin' and I'm gunnin' for that love
And the lovin' better none to man than lovin' that's above
(I'ma love and I'ma heal)
That lovin' you need in a strong way, long way
Now come and give it to me all day, look here

Don't keep me waitin' for too long, girl
Come through, take it off, let's get it on, girl
Too long I've been messin' with the wrong girl
Should've known that you was right where I belong, girl
I won't keep you waitin' for too long, boy (Oh)
Come through and take it off and get it on, boy
Too long I was messin' with the wrong boy (Oh)
Should've known you was right where I belong, boy

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, right where I belong, girl
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, right where I belong, boy

Deep Thought lyrics - Busta Rhymes

Baby, you want me?
Well, I want you, too
You can have me
If I can have you, too
Come to mommy
Let me relax you
Let me comfort you
In deep thought, baby?
Tell me what's on your mind
Yo, yo, yo

Smoking cigarettes, blow the smoke out
Can't believe the shit that's happening to me
When I need a place to be tranquil, meditate, think 'bout what really matter
Go and rest my head on my shawty booby
She run her fingers through the new dread I'm growing
Peep the way my day might have been overwhelming, tryna relax a nigga
If you listening and you catch the picture
You might see me laying 'tween my shawty legs holding a glass of liquor
And she keep rubbing my head, asking me to talk to her, I don't even respond
Hold my hand, middle finger, tickle my palm
My shawty stay relaxed, she understand a nigga going through something
When I'm at home, ain't no never need for the fronting
My voice going, I'm sounding like a frog, doing shows back to back
Partially why niggas reluctant to talk
They get their way when niggas start rubbing my hand, massaging my back
They start confessing to all the shit I was taught
Applying what I was taught to the point if you ain't right, I will slap you
While becoming your favorite rapper's favorite rapper
Then it all feels like the shit was in vainness, but I'm bringing it harder
Losing Chris Lighty and then losin' my father
I'm bittersweet, so I promised my momma I'ma become a martyr
And every day that pass, I move a little smarter
That's why I work so hard, I try expanding business a little larger
To get my son a Range and my daughter a Charger
But I feel cheated 'cause Chris and my father, they ain't right here to see it (Wow son)
Well like I said, 'cause they ain't right here to see it
Despite my heart was suffered, I'm still undefeated
I give 'em what they need and got 'em wildin' 'til this niggas is coo-coo
We ain't screaming "Violator" like we used to
You ask me what's on my mind, baby, well I'ma serve you
There ain't no statue of limitation when it comes to murder
You ever heard a nigga like me stay on top of shit
Won't let it rest 'til we get to the bottom of it
Yeah, and they know who I'm talking to
Because they Busta Rhymes fans, but probably not after this song is through
The fuck I'm 'posed to do?
When this be the shit that I be thinking when I'm 'posed to be honest when I talk to my boo
My shawty probably mad
'Cause I ain't supposed to share these conversations when we sharing moments like this out the blue
But then I got her blessing so that I can share this with y'all
Because she feel the way I feel, a lot of others, too
In any event, this the shit I'm thinking
Some of the many things that I've got on my mind, shawty
That's probably why I smoke and I keep on drinkin'
'Cause I need closure for my mind, soul and my body
Good days and bad days is part of the process
Buildin' with my shawty, escaping the nonsense
And though I continue to keep it honest, thought process is complex
To keep your balance and focus on progress
That be the concepts despite the fights internally fought
Those who were there for daddy, thanks for your support
And when I'm long-term thinking, see, the terms these niggas think on is short
They hate when I spot 'em, now they throwing me salt
That's how my mind travel like I'm in a Caribbean resort
Ponderin' on shit when I'm in deep thought (You and I-)

The Young God Speaks lyrics - Busta Rhymes

[Michael Jackson:]
I must make a pact, we must bring salvation back
Where there is love, I'll be there
I'll reach out my hand to you, I'll have faith in all you do
Just call my name and I'll be there

Look Over Your Shoulder lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Kendrick Lamar)

[Michael Jackson (Busta Rhymes):]
Just look over your shoulders, honey
(Yeah, I know, it's been a minute)
Don't you know?
Just look over your shoulders, honey
Whenever you need me
Just look—Just over your shoulders
Whenever you need me
Just look over your shoulders, honey
Yeah, you need me. Woo

[Kendrick Lamar {Michael Jackson}:]
I wrote my first bars in the car with Stacy
How bizarre, my battle scars at large would lace me
Big marbles, nigga
I lead this new generation, boy, don't argue with us
Marvelous beat selectors, authors, and novel spitters
And it's all for the literature
And it's all for the hideous, the nastiest flows, the chlamydia, uh
I ain't afraid to say I need you, ah, yeah (Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop)
I promise I'd never leave you, ah, yeah
My life is like twelve open mics of hopeless notes I write
For sure, my folks unite soon as the flow get nice
The poltergeist that scare emcees, my prototype for every
My share of deeds and R.I.P.s
You know my type of style is like my everything
Apparently, my appetite stay famished
Bite no hand that feed
The culture vulture die and bleed
My focus hold these thoughts and dreams
Control this pen (Look over your shoulder)
Boldest lines of rhymes and things
Devote my time and mind it seems
I'm 'posed to shine, remind I'm king
Provoke the blind and bomb the fiends
The pros, the cons, the diamond rings
I'm full with time but I'ma bring
The soul divine and cross between
What's yours and mines, the gold, the green
The ropes that show just what it mean
Then grab Shakur right by the wing
And fly before my vocals (Scream)
For hip-hop, look at my Ziploc
Bag full of goodies, you Chris Rock
Hit the Pookie and pit stops
Since tube socks, baby, you a hell of a drug
Just look over your shoulders when they fuck you over, it's love
I know ya {Woo}

[Michael Jackson:]
Don't you know, baby?
Don't you know, baby?
Just look over your shoulders, honey
Whenever you need me
Just look—Just over your shoulders
Whenever you need me
Just look over your shoulders, honey
Yeah, yeah, you need me (Woo)

[Busta Rhymes {Michael Jackson}:]
Shhh, look over your shoulder, get me?
'Cause I done bodied the game to the point niggas scared to rap with me
Kept burnin' 'til they anointed me one of the kings of Black history
And yes, I see the game is a little different, niggas lack simply
Them bars and I spit 'em like darts 'til they puncture your kidney
You trash and it don't matter how much you gon' try to convince me
And you gon' make my gun cock and talk a whole 'nother way, yo
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh {Woo}
I am the Buddha, the Ali Baba, the believer-er maker
So pristine, the dice roll from under my sleeve when I shake 'em
So rude, I'm so ice cold but I'm what you need to just wake 'em
All them crowns and medals on the wall waitin' for me to just take 'em
When I arrive, my theme music got a pound to it
And when I leave, even my shadow got a sound to it
'Cause I'm the god of the harder, the martyr, the father
I spit a saliva that's leaking a lava
Completin' the saga while meetin' and greetin'
And beating you niggas, completely conquer
Extremely bark on a nigga, you see me
And deeply carve up a nigga, believe me
Graffiti your armor, you heebie, you jeebie
Bikini your broad up (You guinea pig)
See me, now give me the startup and treat me
You greet me and meet me with arms up
So sweet when I speak, have a seat, it was deep
I was sleep, now the god's up, hmm
Upholding the fundamentals, while most of you boast a rental
Focus on what's most essential, spit bars to provoke your mental
Do I have your entendimiento?
While I clap these raps like thunders
Look over your shoulder, boy, and wonder {Woo}

[Michael Jackson (Nikki Grier):]
Don't you know, baby? (Ooh, woah)
Don't you know, baby? (Mhm, oh, yeah)
Just look over your shoulders, honey
Whenever you need me (When you need me)
Just look—Just over your shoulders
Whenever you need me (Whenever you need me)
Just look over your shoulders, honey
Yeah, you need me (Woo)
Don't you know, baby?
Don't you know, baby?
Just look over your shoulders, honey
Whenever you need me

[Chris Rock (Michael Jackson):]
That's right
He got catalog, you understand? (Just look—Just over your shoulders)
This is the motherfucking human iPod out this motherfucker, okay?
He can go all day, go all day

You Will Never Find Another Me lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Mary J. Blige)

Ooh-ooh, yeah
Oh, yeah

Feels like you tatted my name in pencil
Was I not good enough for the ink? Oh
You think I'm that easily replaceable
Trust me, you'll never find another me, babe
Woah, oh

(Never) Oh yeah, oh
(Find a) Yeah, yeah, yeah
('Nother) Oh-oh, yeah
(Me) Oh, oh, oh
You will never find another me, babe

Top notch of the block, it don't stop
Chimney hot 'til they miss me a lot like Biggie and 'Pac
'Til they come get rid of me, not
Expose your disability, ahk, posin' like publicity shots
How remarkably we got this shit sewn
Tryna take me out of my zone's like tryna squeeze blood out of stone
Build a wall with every stone that was thrown
The feeling got me taking 'em home
You ever seen a crown that was chrome?
Listen while I exemplify the spirit that they wanna be again
There will never another me again, Mary

(Never) Never, no
(Find a) Never find another me
('Nother) Oh no, no
(Me) Oh, oh
You will never find another me, babe

Once I was built
God broke the mold
No matter how many clones you make
They can't touch my throne, oh no
People ask why I don't put up a fight
Why I'm not angry and bitter
I don't have to fight for what's mine
The truth is not a quiet thing
It's loud and it screams, oh

(Never)
(Find a) I said oh, oh yeah
('Nother)
(Me) Oh, oh
You will never find another me, no, no

Come get to walking with us on everything I love
I wear that pain on my sleeves in everything I does
Sometimes I pause when I breathe, reflect on what I was
How far I've come and I rep it and do it just because
We diggin' deep, so come with me and let me take you to it
If we don't do it, who else gon' do it the way we do it?
The old wise man on the corner sippin' whiskey
He always said, "When I'm gone, watch how I make 'em miss me"
I took those words and I live 'em, no matter how I suffer
And while I'm here to love you, there'll never be another

(Never) Never, never
(Find a) I said you'll never find another, baby
('Nother) Oh, hey, yeah, yeah
(Me) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
You will never find another me, no, no, no

Let me give you some more science

Freedom? lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Nikki Grier)

[Nikki Grier:]
Woah, oh
Oh, yeah yeah
Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah

Eye for an eye, knee for a knee
You declared war 'cause you don't want peace
You just want sheep, and we are not asleep
Blood on your hands, blood on our streets
Oh, our tears in the night
Another stolen life
'Cause color is all you see
Tell me, is that free? Yeah

[Busta Rhymes (Nikki Grier):]
We are not created equal, no
Could give a fuck if I offend a couple people, yo (Tell me, is that free?)
What the fuck are you watchin' us never in the sequel for?
Let me wipe these tears and speak the truth to all my people, oh
Fuck is we doin'? Where we goin' wrong?
That a twelve year old gotta sing this type of shit up in his songs
Gotta pick up his pops and his moms
The youngin' braver than a lot of these niggas that's armed
Watch all my people that they tryna trample
It's time to form and get to lead 'em by every example
In the bathroom, you wash your faces with us
You ain't ready for tradin' places with us
My heart hurt bad
And I talk my shit like this with my kids, they be lookin' for dad
Energy transfer, kids look at me mad
Gotta still be the source of hope, though it's hurtin' me bad

[Nikki Grier:]
Eye for an eye, knee for a knee
You declared war 'cause you don't want peace
You just want sheep, and we are not asleep
Blood on your hands, blood on our streets
Oh, our tears in the night
Another stolen life
'Cause color is all you see
Tell me, is that free? Yeah

[Busta Rhymes:]
Look all the shit my people been through
Think I don't want my kids to live too?
Can't imagine them parents copin'
In they arms with a breathless body they holdin'
God bless the tear of every mama cryin'
Children leave the house wonderin' if today they dyin'
The nerve to say there's bigger fish worth fryin'
If you ain't with us, better know we riotin'
And while you're frontin', you just walk about
If we ain't fightin' for what's right, then what we talkin' 'bout?
And while I fight with all my might, now let me sort shit out
Inspire folks, become the activist they talk about
Allah blessin' every soul that's fallen
Snoop Dogg and others told me to accept my callin'
Prayin' to Jesus hangin' on your wall and
Black man hopin' he make it home tomorrow mornin'

[Nikki Grier:]
Eye for an eye, knee for a knee
You declared war 'cause you don't want peace
You just want sheep, and we are not asleep
Blood on your hands, blood on our streets
Oh, our tears in the night
Another stolen life
'Cause color is all you see
Tell me, is that free? Yeah

I wanna know
Do you really believe?
Do you really believe that we're free?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I wanna know

Satanic lyrics - Busta Rhymes (feat. Chris Rock)

[Busta Rhymes:]
Hope you can hear me loud and clear while I give you this talk (This talk)
I hope I leave enough fuel for all the minds I will spark (Will spark)
And while I come to share with you the realest words from my heart (My heart)
I hope you're ready for this truth 'cause it's 'bout to get dark (Get dark)
Yo (Yo)
Yo (Yo)
Yo (Yo)
They say the world 'bout to end. Right? (End right)
Well, let me get this shit off before it do (Before it do)

Look, I had to compile this shit in a song
It's so intriguing, all this fuckin' satanic shit goin' on
Playin' with symbols and signs, devil worshippin'
People talk like they prayin' to Lucifer, but what happened to "Jesus Walks"?
Yeah, we have demented thoughts, then you conversate with your savior
Askin' for forgiveness while displayin' blasphemous behavior
At first, we seen it subtle, now niggas display it major
And goin' out they way like they doin' Satan a favor
And gamble with they life like rattlin' dice in a shaker
Another life forsaken, turnin' your back on your maker
I'm only tryna cater to the facts and shit
I'm seein' a lot of questionable shit, like the fuck these niggas believe in?
But now, we don't figure the same, your music is lifeless
And your visuals lookin' like rituals and sacrifices
Makin' deals with the Devil in exchange to be the nicest
You dead like your flesh was eaten by maggots and lices
We've all witnessed the change, now nobody wanna be righteous
The days we live is dark and unquestionably a crisis
The Devil tried to plant the fear from when we was in diapers
And some grew up possessed, staring in the Eye of Osiris
Now I know you see this shit while you sit and wonder what happened
It's strange how niggas brandish devil worship like a fashion
The signs of the times, clouds from the heavens open
Where birds fall from the sky and fish die in the ocean
Now who you think you foolin'? We seein' the way you're movin'
I hope you take the time to start thinkin' 'bout what you're doin'
You're playin' with a match that can grow into an inferno
Undescribable, the burn when the fire's feelin' eternal
I hope you document this and write it down in your journal
And read it back to yourself while overcomin' your hurdles
Now trust me and be careful of who you let in your circle
'Cause the Devil fucks a life and will breed the pussy that's fertile
I know it's gettin' cold and you're fightin' the war internal
Body decayin', turnin' all grey and blue, even purple
You portray a lotta shit with no rehearsal
But in life, we don't rehearse, what you do can come back and hurt you
And until then, watch how the Devil will work through
Look at what you've become and what the Devil gave birth to
And when it hits the fan, you'll be wonderin' where your folks went
Your niggas'll disappear when the science gets kinda potent
I'm just buildin', I ain't mean to give an earful
Just carryin' out my duty, everybody just be careful (Be careful)

[Chris Rock:]
You niggas can't fuck with the god Busta Rhymes
You niggas can't fuck with the god Busta Rhymes
You hear me, niggas?
You niggas can't fuck with the god Busta Rhymes
Do you understand?
You niggas can't fuck with the god Busta Rhyme—
Retire, motherfuckers!
You niggas can't fuck with the god Busta Rhyme—
God MC!
You niggas can't fuck with the god Busta Rhyme—
Baddest of all time!
You niggas can't fuck with the god Busta Rhyme—
Brooklyn, nigga!
You niggas can't fuck with the god Busta Rhymes
Go to school!
You niggas can't fuck with the god Busta Rhymes
You know ya can't
You niggas can't fuck with the god Busta Rhymes
Oh, Extinction Level Event 2, bitch

Blowing The Speakers lyrics - Busta Rhymes

Yeah (Yeah), Murda on the beat so it's not nice
Yeah (Yeah)
And yeah (And yeah)
Yeah

We turnin' the heat up again (Yeah)
We fuckin' the beat up again (Yeah)
We fuckin' the street up again (Yee)
We blowin' the speakers again (Yeah)
In my Ferragana-Ferragamo (Uh)
While they fear the God, I fear the problem (Uh)
Bitch, we be comin' to win (Yeah)
Yes, we came a long way from the bottom
We turnin' the heat up again (Uh)
We fuckin' the beat up again (Yeah)
We fuckin' the street up again (Yeah)
We blowin' the speakers again (Woop)
In my Ferragana-Ferragamo (Yeah)
While they fear the God, I fear the problem (Yeah)
Bitch, we be comin' to win (Uh)
Yes, we came a long way from the bottom (Yeah)

In a Panamera Porsche (Ugh)
Color marinara sauce (Ugh)
Color soundin' like I split a atom, put the body on a cross (Yeah)
Doin' this shit like you can't imagine
Even my bitches be whippin' Phantoms (Bitches be whippin' Phantoms)
My bitches drink flat tummy tea 'til all they shit all flatten (Yah)
See how we lettin' it go? (Damn)
Hannibal Lecter with flows (Damn)
Very selective with hoes
Despite I'm the nigga she chose (Damn)
Get imported fabrics from Morocco (Yeah, yeah)
Ship with a ten million dollar condo (Yeah, yeah)
Just to me Macho C-Camacho (Yeah, yeah)
Leadin' the flacas, they gotta follow (Yeah)

We turnin' the heat up again (Yeah)
We fuckin' the beat up again (Yeah)
We fuckin' the street up again (Yee)
We blowin' the speakers again (Yeah)
In my Ferragana-Ferragamo (Uh)
While they fear the God, I fear the problem (Uh)
Bitch, we be comin' to win (Yeah)
Yes, we came a long way from the bottom
We turnin' the heat up again (Uh)
We fuckin' the beat up again (Yeah)
We fuckin' the street up again (Yeah)
We blowin' the speakers again (Woop)
In my Ferragana-Ferragamo (Yeah)
While they fear the God, I fear the problem (Yeah)
Bitch, we be comin' to win (Uh)
Yes, we came a long way from the bottom (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Let me take off my coat 'cause it's hot in this bitch (Hot in this bitch)
I been gettin' my dough, just talkin' my shit (Talkin' and livin')
'Bout to fuck with these hoes, follow the whip (Follow, follow)
And they know exactly what to do, follow the script
I'm in the gate and I'm countin' the profit
While shittin' on niggas, you never could stop it
Future Bugattis, you know I'ma cop it
Then kill all these niggas, you know, when I drop it
Niggas know already, niggas know the topic (Damn)
Jump up in this bitch and niggas know I got it (Damn)
It's all up in my blood, they know it's biologic (Yee)
You can give 'em all a new feast for the street
I'ma give 'em the food so my niggas can eat
When I'm livin' the truth, that's always when I speak
Now go stand on the couch, now go stand on the seat
And I make all you niggas play this on repeat
Watch me lift up the buildin' and fuck up the beat
While I spend all this money, I want a receipt
When you niggas cool off I'll be givin' you heat
And you know we'll be back just to fuck up the streets

We turnin' the heat up again (Yeah)
We fuckin' the beat up again (Yeah)
We fuckin' the street up again (Yee)
We blowin' the speakers again (Yeah)
In my Ferragana-Ferragamo (Uh)
While they fear the God, I fear the problem (Uh)
Bitch, we be comin' to win (Yeah)
Yes, we came a long way from the bottom
We turnin' the heat up again (Uh)
We fuckin' the beat up again (Yeah)
We fuckin' the street up again (Yeah)
We blowin' the speakers again (Woop)
In my Ferragana-Ferragamo (Yeah)
While they fear the God, I fear the problem (Yeah)
Bitch, we be comin' to win (Uh)
Yes, we came a long way from the bottom (Yeah)

Who Are You lyrics - Busta Rhymes

Everybody with the action
'Til you hear this shit go and a situation happen
Shit get painful like a pregnant pussy with contractions
Every bitch'll get to screamin' every nigga get to blackin' (Jahill Beats holla at me, ah)

You can rep it, nigga, throw it up (Throw it up)
Or get to steppin' 'fore these bullets catch you showin' out
Threw 'em to the lions, nigga, fold 'em up
Or get to throw 'em in the fire, nigga, blow 'em up
How could you ever imagine I'll still get two
And then flatten shit after all of these years and make these niggas sick of
My sniper, heat seekers'll find you while I give friendly reminders
See, the kid kind of get colder than the winter shiver

Shatter, eat that (Huh)
Got to give it to her, she need that (Ah)
Got 'em thirsty in the hood, they need crack
Rolls Royce Wraith, seat back (Turn up for 'em)

Shawty, you could throw yo' hand up, all of my niggas just standin'
Mami, turn yo' ass around and make him want it from ya
You know I only come to bat if everything'll make you man up
Concocting another bomb to come and drop it on ya
Bitch, I'm a different kind, I'm suggestin' that you stand on a different line (Different line)
Richard Millie, I'm livin' in a different time
The fuck you think, I'm only here to take what's mine? (Mine)
Wave the banner on the Conglomerate
We always ready to pose on the camera for 'em (Flick it up)
Say they love the way we be droppin' them bangers on 'em
They here to fuck so we can cock them hammers on 'em

Hold up, who is you, nigga?
You know what I'ma do to you, nigga?
Let's go
Like Nas said, I'm 'bout to half-time her (Mm-mm)
Instead, I think I'm 'bout to flatline her
We 'bout to flatline a nigga
I'm 'bout to flatline her (Uh huh)
We incarnate niggas, baptize 'em, now (Get 'em)

Shatter, eat that (Huh), got to give it to her, she need that (Ah)
Got 'em thirsty in the hood, they need crack
Rolls Royce Wraith, seat back (Turn up for 'em)
Who is you, nigga?
You know what I'ma do to you, nigga?
Let's go (Ah)

Now throw it up, my nigga, rep your hood
You we always try to get it while the getting's good
Bitch, you wouldn't of said it, well I wish you would
The energy is so kinetic, I know you wish you could
We tryna tell 'em, relax
We only be dealin' with facts and see I be makin' reactor niggas dead already (Kill him)
See, I could never really tame 'em but I be tryna change 'em
Regardless I always claim 'em 'cause we blessed already (Huh)
Yeah, Don Dada, with a holy por nigga, top shotta (Yac)
I'ma kick ya inna da face like mi them a playin' socca
I'll take 'way all ya bread like dem a bank robber (Hold it)
Now you see how we be movin'
See, I don't know what your provin'
Could give a fuck what you're doin', nigga, put your hand up
Fuck the type of drug your usin', you nigga always been losin'
And then the shit be so amusin', lyin' nigga, stand up
See how we launch another missile, nigga?
Shit could never more official, nigga
Flatline them artificial niggas
And brand them niggas all my initials, nigga
Bitch, we 'bout to bend the corner (Bend it)
Peel off in a 'Rari 'til we cross the border (Pyoom)
I make shit happen 'til I need a water (Fire)
Only two questions 'fore we make 'em follow orders

Who is you, nigga?
You know what I'ma do to you, nigga?
Let's go
Like Nas said, I'm 'bout to half-time her (Mm-mm)
Instead of thinkin' 'bout the flatline her"
We 'bout to flatline a nigga
I'm 'bout to flatline her (Uh-huh)
We incarnate niggas, baptize 'em, now (Get 'em)

Shatter, eat that (Huh), got to give it to her, she need that (Ah)
Got 'em thirsty in the hood, they need crack
Rolls Royce Wraith, seat back (Turn up for 'em)
Who is you, nigga?
You know what I'ma do to you, nigga?
Let's go

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