[in background:] Watch me get down and just do my thing baby [8X]
Whoooo! Yes yes y'all Busta Rhymes in the place to be, in the place to be Hah, Flipmode is the place to be, in the place to be Hah, party people it's me, let me do my thing Let me do my thing, let me do my thing Baby doll follow me baby Let me do my thing, just, check me out now
Open up your door, let me on in I just be wonderin -- if I could "do my thing baby" Y'all think fast, before I get, all in your ass Bend your frame like plexiglass You motherfuckers, be actin like you, don't know the half You and your whole staff, make me laugh Hah-hah-hah, hoh, y'all, you need to sing my song With your similar features like Olivia Newton-John Damn, OHH! I make the whole place warm, then hit you with some shit that make you niggaz look deformed Now, stay tuned to every Busta Rhymes, coming soon I will King Kong on niggaz like guerilla monsoon, soon Whoaahhh, what seems to be the whole analysis?
Word up, let me just fuck with your mind, please Aiy! Aiyyo-yo-yo, yo! Let me fuck up your mind On time, showin, you the, rhythm as I get wreck and get raw Yeah I be the man, comin off, that be raw It's Busta Rhymes givin you much more So...
Yo y'all (y'all) one more time I come Knucklehead flow that make you act REAL DUMB Yo (yo), I burn your food like Florence Run up in your crib like my name was search warrants Shut your mouth nigga don't you complain Fix you up, mix you with cut like pro-caines Ooh!! Insane to your brain Right on your subconscious, I leave my SHIT stain I be the mostest with rhyme overdoses Hot stepping over shit like Ini Kamoze's Sick lyrics like multiple sclerosis Focus, while I display flows ferocious Weak niggaz just fall and keep tumbling Distribute lyrics like I'm hand to hand herb hustling Hardcore like Quick Draw McGraw Fuck what you heard you ain't heard this before
Yo, I rearrange your wholesome change Complicate your vision and make the world look strange Try to remain calm but yet you still feel perspiration Drip from the top of your lip - losing concentration Don't you try to front like we got some type affiliation Bought yourself a piece you shit to try and avoid the confrontation Fear me, it's in your bloodstream feel the circulation Permenantly trife and affecting life like ammunisation Oh shit, I've got you feeling nervous on purpose (Ha!) I love bring that shit right at you - door to door service Instantaneous, you will still get your shit bust (Bust) Only spontaneous, all that shit talk is miscellaneous You be rolling shady we gonn' establish all the shadyist Yet all of my black peoples be the most craziest Numerals of funerals every day When I take a closer look of all my niggas around my way (Ha!) Ha, yeah, I love to dig from deep within Making your head spin
Hot Fudge coming on in good lord Hot Fudge coming on in good lord Hot Fudge coming on in good lord Hot Fudge...
My rhymes profess life like the birds and the bees Make Funk-Master Flex say yo I'm feeling these Flows make you shit in your drawrs. Change your dungarees Smoking trees, getting cottonmouth, wild munchees Bowed down the block eating food at Luigi's Constipated... too much extra cheese Well anyway, while I was cooling down at Luigi's I met some Siamese twins from overseas.. Lebanese Let's begin with the friends from New Orleans They had a fifth friend. She was straight Black-Portuguese Pretty palm-olive-soaped skin, AloeVeralese She looked like the type of chick you only see in fantasies The type of chick you would KILL for to get between the knees Yo. I made time to chill with Miss Portuguese Would you believe, the bitch tried to steal my fucking house keys And rob me for my G's Had to show this crazy braud, I mastered my Degree's and my Ph.D's Got your face on camera; motherfucker say cheese You better get with your friends quick, before I start to squeeze Getting caught up in that freaky gold-digger Jamborees
Taking you to the other terrain, we mash strictly for the cream Here to kill your whole scene and your motherfuckin team Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of me You probably know some bitch niggaz who wanna murder me Busta Reggie Murray Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster For me the microphone master Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull Fucky with Mally G if you're trying to take a fall Niggaz talk about killin and never get to it Fuck the yappin, be true to it, do it Steady scream about your East and your West side But you ain't in it when it comes to the homicide Niggaz better get up off that bullshit quick Caught up in the limelight gettin way too slick See em at the shows bout to rock they shit off Gettin they peeps fucked up cause they block is soft As for terror, I sever the best of MC's Look, little Mally G trippin off these indo trees About to murder label's jerkin but mercy us Def Squad niggaz prophesize like the Perseus Droppin degrees to zero with flatlines Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme One rhyme... one rhyme... just one rhyme I don't give a fuck I kill em with just one rhyme Woo, hah, heh, yahah, you wish that you could get with this Terrorist, lyricist, for your era it's My time to shine and I'm still payin dues And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker
RRRRRROAW RRRR.. RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW til my dragon baby stop whinin I see my influence still..
RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW til my dragon baby stop whinin I see my influence still..
RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW til my dragon baby stop whinin I see my influence still..
RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW til my dragon baby stop whinin I see my influence still shinin
Hah! Hit you with my ultraviolence Skin cancer causing laser beam flow then causing riot Oh shit! I'm gon' give you more and more (hah) flows that's gon' help you see who got the real raw -- you can watch me wreck (huh) for the entire nine seasons Cold-blooded flow that got you motherfuckers freezin You (you) must (must) find (find) your style Identify with your own profile! Uhh uhh Niggaz don't understand what we be talkin about Designed especially for biters who try to figure it out!!
"Keep It Movin'" (feat. Dinco, Milo, Charlie Brown)
[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Aiyo, where my niggas at? Fuck, my niggas is at? Where my Leaders Of The New School niggas is at? Yo, aiyo C Brown, C Brown where the fuck you at, dun? Aiyo Milo, Milo and the dance, where the fuck you at, nigga? Aiyo aiyo Dinco, where you at, son? Where the fuck my Leaders niggas is at, man? Fuck man, I'm ready to grab my niggas Them niggas need to go to blow or sometin
Keep it movin', keep it movin' (Runnin faster than the speed of a bullet) Keep it movin', keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along (Has more rhymes than any other DJ that has craps) Keep it movin', keep it movin' (Able to leap sucker MC's in a single bound) Keep it movin', keep it movin' (Look at the jam of the mic) Keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along (It's the L-the O-the N-the S)
This is dedicated to all those who don't see it coming...
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
You can live true baby, you can live trife Whatever way you chose you got to leave your life Aiyyo you're running out of time, and you bout to cross The finish line, the finish line
[repeat Chorus]
[Verse One: Busta Rhymes]
And, yo! I can't afford to waste a second Steppin with my eyes on niggaz checkin on my weapons Every millisecond, motherfuckers say they true to this But when they grab the microphone they shit sound like stupidness *beatboxing* Hah, mad to pull another vicious scandal I know that you can't handle when I flip from other angles now Feel my hot wax, burning from my melting candles You can't take the heat, so you switch from boots to wearing sandals This is for example! Shit will make a nigga curse When worse comes to worse, you be the first to disperse now We don't BELIEVE your man was living like that Hoping to find that nigga see exactly where his heart was at It's a damn shame how Son know your style, know your name Watch how he pull your file, make you wish you never fuckin came NOW Even the hardest motherfucker has his final day
[Lord have Mercy] As we approach the current time frame of 1997.With approximately two and a half years before the year two thousand. Repeatedly it has been reported that there will be a time soon approaching. That major disaster will be striking, all levels of existence. It has also been reported that this disastrous thing will be approaching in the form of many, many as in squad, squad as in Flipmode squad. It has also been reported that everyone out of the many will strike, but this particular motherfucker will strike with an unmeasurable blast and fuck up everything within his 360o radius. Warning. Prepare yourselves. Store your food, stamp your paper, because when this motherfucker gets here, it's about to get real fucked for everyone and everything, everywhere!!!!
[Dolomite] Well, Busta Rhymes. Come over here and let me talk to you son. See know. Dolomite just got back from some shit that you about to be it. Well are you prepared, I hope you are prepared nigga, cause you know this is album number two. Yes more bitches than before. There'll be more bitches, more and more and more. More thirsty niggas. Time to get inside your shit. Time to throw your whole chemistry off. Oh yes, there's gonna be a lot more money. Yes a lot more money than before. So son don't you worry about none of that
[Chorus 3x:] The whole world lookin' at me Watchin and waitin to see If I fullfill my destiny
The whole world lookin' at me Uh, my interruption cause a major concussion Dome piece swollen son you need a cup of Bufferin Peep my post reduction, hey Follow my instruction Bounce back my repercussion Cause mass destruction Fuck around strain ya til ya plan malfunction Sit cha ass down, hey Bouncin out ta Flushin Check extra P by the boom weed from a Russian I remember when I used ta rhyme for extra nothin I got so much ta offer every time I tell you somethin I'ma bout ta drop it, you could never stop it Let me quickly chop it Still a lot of niggas analyze before profits The rhyme at new gossip Hold your head and shoulders yo I roll with evil holders Dealin with the facts, I hold the silence in the folders Did you know how to knock it from concussion into comas Test shit, I pull your valve from out your breast kid Mess with, shit like this after God blessed it
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