When Busta Rhymes be up in the place
I ain't scared of ya! Takin' all of yo' paraphenial
Me and my squad got rhymes galore
My Flip Mode niggas got rhymes galore, rhymes galore
Busta Rhymes got rhymes galore, rhymes galore
Shit just be bangin' just like a loose cannon!
And don't get caught up in the scene when it get dark niggaz
While I be scorchin' it, a lot of niggaz be lookin for alternates
I got rhymes galore
A yo yo I got rhymes galore, yo we got rhymes galore
Loud and clear for those who cannot properly hear
Rhymes galore, rhymes galore, rhymes galore, rhymes galore
I create junkies just like "12 Monkeys"
Give you niggaz the sickest, jumpin' Jehovah Witness
And steady dreamin' on how they gon' do they double-teamin'
Rhymes galore, ya'll I got rhymes galore, rhymes galore
Niggaz float over water like Noah's Ark, niggaz cover yo' face!
(So, what you say?)
Fucka yo' opinion! Dominatin' like Kings Dominion
Beamin' in on niggaz plottin' and schemin'
Trailblazin' me, since my mother started raisin' me
Before I rip you from out yo' interior
Catchin' suspects who thinkin' they so lucky
Blaow! You better park, niggaz I spark
This for the motherfuckers out there on some real hip-hop shit
Nothin' left for me to do,
(Come and get it quick)
You never know when shit is safe so keep yo' face covered!
Niggaz like sharp niggaz I stay up rippin' shit apart
What the fuck
That's my words on Mrs. Mahalia
I hope you know yo' best bet, is to get the fuck out of my area
Yo, yo yo, mayday mayday, mayday mayday
Rhymes galore, rhymes galore
What is you doin' you walkin' this way?
Leanin' on niggaz like we on motorcycles pop a wheelie an'
Walk barefoot on niggaz like Kunta Kinte
Hit you with the powerful shit that sometimes amazes me
I burn you like I'm smokin' a chalice with El Da Sensei
Spreadin' right throughout yo' block
I be designin' fashion like Mark Buchanan, yes I keep it slammin'
And still just lose they life that's so unfortunate
My niggas blew up the place
Before you get secret indicted, make me slap a nigga lopsided!
Uhh, excuses me Mrs.! Sure to hit you with the fitness
Aiyyo you need to just focus on my earth tremblin' rhymes
Those who don't like go get the dick I'll give you a taste!
Grab the gat off the cupboard
Fuck the bullshit, my nigga it be best you know 'bout it
That got me fillin' in by the million
And hope you know you got to keep a corny nigga smothered
Frequency so loud shatter couple a pair in yo' chandalier
Hold up, son listen it be so beautiful
When we catch you like a nigga sold us too much pharmaceuticals!
Completing the executional shit is usual
Ay-aiyyo-yo, number one roman numeral
Now when I'm in the place, give me my space!
