blow up with rhymes cause this flow of mine is like blow up but lines of coca And your folks think Hov' just wrote stuff to rhyme Nah, I'm a poster for
of my rap and that is that. [Spike-e] Reload it's time to bust rhyme, hit em when I bill em I'm busting and I'm robbing and I'm still never copying, busting
the time asking whos the nigga with the dopest rhymes go bis go bis asking whos the nigga with the dopest rhymes i bust lines like public transportation the rhymes
up like smoothies Who are we? Yours truly, fist in the air like Huey Smoke 'em one-by-one like Lucy's, then we skate like 'ooty Just because yur rhymes
down, Krutch be droppin' it, daybreak to sundown, when the smoke clears, who you think'll be standin' there? grippin' four mics, swingin' the cords up in the air
go rhyme for rhyme anytime or -where With you or any party or crew And when I finished you're diminished, take a sip of my brew And step off, clear my
You Grabb The Microphone Ta Let The Fox Out A Box Out The Center Rippin To End Your Agenda Cuz Im The Microphone Binga Since You Started Rhyming You
A large percent of y'all fell into a trap Trendsetter share with y'all a veteran's nightmare Not for you to follow it but try and stand clear, bust it
that link, then pawn that link You froze up, Sahdeeq says "Shut the fuck up!" Punk niggas get gun-butt up and tied up [Busta Rhymes] Busta Rhymes is
and a shield to support you at the nine! [Brother J] It's like A - D - A - M Prepare your mind, run tell your children Fire, air, water, let the Earth
tell 'em we here) The Stat' (we don't bust our guns in the air) Never that, y'all don't come out til the coast is clear (Who you suppose to fear) Street
words Especially when a nigga mistake me for herb Get buried over words, I'm loose wit the dessy bird I can show ready or tell, yall niggas heard [Busta Rhymes
the receiver Of this hundred meter bullet, trigger pull back when I pull it A quarter inch, I clear the whole bench, I clear the whole field And the building
grab my strap then clear the corner, beeotch!! {Chorus: repeat 2X} So all my bitches and my niggaz and my niggaz and my bitches Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air
one closed and focus The one open is at the tip of the nose When it blows, y'all so-called-pimps die hoes Don't bite rhymes or flows, just air mark Snap
some of us that's all we got Whether you ball or not, you can all be shot [Inspectah Deck] New York, New York, legendary rhyme boss Code name Charley Horse, bust