Busta Rhymes lyrics
Busta Rhymes lyrics
"Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad lyrics"
Are You Passionate lyrics
Are you passionate? Are you livin' like you talk? Are you dreamin' now that you're goin' to the top? Are you negative, In a world that never stops, Turnin' on you? Turnin' on me? Turnin' on you? Are you loving it? Can you ever get enough of it? Is it everything? A love that never stops, Comin' to you? Comin' to me? Comin' to you? Once I was a soldier, I was fighting in the sky, And the gunfire kept comin' back on me. So I dove into the darkness, And I let my missles fly. And they might be the ones, That kept you free. Once I was a prisoner, I was riding in a truck, Cleaned up for public display. I looked at those around me, And when they looked at me, I let them see my soul that day. Are you scared of it? Do you wish that it would stop? Does it bother you when you hear your spirit talk? Well I'm right with you, Yes I'm right with you. It's working on me, It's working on you. It's working on me.
Are you passionate? Are you livin' like you talk? Are you dreamin' now that you're goin' to the top? Are you negative, In a world that never stops, Turnin' on you? Turnin' on me? Turnin' on you? Are you loving it? Can you ever get enough of it? Is it everything? A love that never stops, Comin' to you? Comin' to me? Comin' to you? Once I was a soldier, I was fighting in the sky, And the gunfire kept comin' back on me. So I dove into the darkness, And I let my missles fly. And they might be the ones, That kept you free. Once I was a prisoner, I was riding in a truck, Cleaned up for public display. I looked at those around me, And when they looked at me, I let them see my soul that day. Are you scared of it? Do you wish that it would stop? Does it bother you when you hear your spirit talk? Well I'm right with you, Yes I'm right with you. It's working on me, It's working on you. It's working on me.
(feat. Flipmode Squad, Def Squad)
[Verse One: Jamal]
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
I only tell you nothin but the real it's
tight up in the struggle tryin to get this fuckin meal, why?
Niggaz act shifty so I shift a long
three tri three chrome, it's the same ol song
I seen the shades and the suedes from afar Pah
But hold up do you know who I are?
The M-A-Double, you want trouble you got it the spot is on
You blot it I got it then shot it it's hot up in your dome
Peace with the chrome piece that I pack
Remember fuck around and catch a Mack to your back
[Verse Two: Redman]
Who the fuck I be I, you cannot see I
Flabbergasted, blasted, my
At The Zoo lyrics
(song and lyrics by Joel) Cool your jets and calm yourself, 'cause we are almost there. Don't get lost--those animals will give you quite a scare. Hold your horse or face the terror that's in store for you. You're so dumb--you're doomed no matter what you do. Christian got mauled at the zoo! Now you're it--there is no use in trying to run away. No escape, and now, my friends, it's time to play. Take a look around--you're trapped with nowhere left to run. It looks like this story is almost done. Chris, do you feel lucky? Do you think that you're invincible? Your smile says, "Come get me," And now you'd better run. Your goose is on the table. Your fate is irreversible. Can you read your label? It says, "Eat meat--Have fun."
Magnum P.I.(song and lyrics by Joel) Cool your jets and calm yourself, 'cause we are almost there. Don't get lost--those animals will give you quite a scare. Hold your horse or face the terror that's in store for you. You're so dumb--you're doomed no matter what you do. Christian got mauled at the zoo! Now you're it--there is no use in trying to run away. No escape, and now, my friends, it's time to play. Take a look around--you're trapped with nowhere left to run. It looks like this story is almost done. Chris, do you feel lucky? Do you think that you're invincible? Your smile says, "Come get me," And now you'd better run. Your goose is on the table. Your fate is irreversible. Can you read your label? It says, "Eat meat--Have fun."
Oops I lie, I got a cannon bout the size of Grand Canyon
I'm prime time, giving MC's Knots Landing
Duck, heavens to fuckin Merkatroid
I drop noise that employs the unbelievable
Recline like receding hairline, crime speaks fine
with a nine pull line blind keep mines up my sleeve until
you start to quiver, metabolism splits rivers
I rock so many broads I leave your entourage tender
Like bartenders mix liquor
I serve you over the rocks, I feed you to my flock, now time to click triggers
Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters
raw water turn sons to grandaughters
Ah ha ha ha ha! I bring trouble where, you sleep
So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear, coat
Antidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo
MC's dosey do your mics up in this rodeo
My star roast em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions
Shuttin down national state buildings with high ceilings
Funk Doc to the spot freeze
Creepin on MC's like Vietnamese in army fatigues
Def Squad representer
Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter
[Verse Three: Keith Murray]
Hey yo once a crack head, always a tack head
You have no craftibility all that shit you talk is dead
As sex drugs and violence, balance the scales of reality
Y'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray
I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously
Niggaz ain't shit to me (word up)
You stupid niggaz always got somethin smart to say
And probably can't even spell TWA
My crew is like police pull up and park anywhere (ERRRRR)
Jump out and get it on right then and there (whassup whassup??)
Niggaz is pussy and ways and actions show it
Most of y'all niggaz dead, and don't even know it
And Def Squad L.O.D. for life (word up, yeah fuck your life)
Act trife I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife
[Interlude: Announcer]
Aiyyo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G
Redman, Keith Murray, bringin the ruckus, the Def Squad
Next up is the Flipmode Squad, this is Howard Cossell
First up to the ring Rampage the Las
Dip Doodle lyrics
Jabawokee ding dong slip slap slee Dipstick paddywhack pee pee googalee gee Polly wolly sling slang skooey dibbely doo Wing wong ping pong king kong Cheech 'n Chong hop hip kagagoogoo Hickory dickory slickory flip flap dip skip to my lou Flim flam wham blam Sam bam Cunningham whack snack koochie koochie koo Plus you gotta dip, you gotta doodle, you gotta eat Grandma's stroodle 'Cause she stayed up all night to make it from scratch You gotta gish, you gotta gash, you gotta wax Grandma's mustache And lay out here socks and make sure they match Whoa, you gotta help out your Gram Slappety dappety sling skism skasm bing bang boo A yip, a yap, a snippety snap walla, walla scrappy dappy doo Piddle paddle fiddle faddle widdle waddle awhee clunkety clang A plop, a fizz, a whackety whiz, chitty chitty bang wang lang Zippity doo dang lipidee ay oompa loompa doo A piggly wiggly dooda stinky winky linky foo man choo Plus you gotta dip, you gotta doodle, you gotta shave Grandma's poodle 'Cause Grand
Boy ScoutJabawokee ding dong slip slap slee Dipstick paddywhack pee pee googalee gee Polly wolly sling slang skooey dibbely doo Wing wong ping pong king kong Cheech 'n Chong hop hip kagagoogoo Hickory dickory slickory flip flap dip skip to my lou Flim flam wham blam Sam bam Cunningham whack snack koochie koochie koo Plus you gotta dip, you gotta doodle, you gotta eat Grandma's stroodle 'Cause she stayed up all night to make it from scratch You gotta gish, you gotta gash, you gotta wax Grandma's mustache And lay out here socks and make sure they match Whoa, you gotta help out your Gram Slappety dappety sling skism skasm bing bang boo A yip, a yap, a snippety snap walla, walla scrappy dappy doo Piddle paddle fiddle faddle widdle waddle awhee clunkety clang A plop, a fizz, a whackety whiz, chitty chitty bang wang lang Zippity doo dang lipidee ay oompa loompa doo A piggly wiggly dooda stinky winky linky foo man choo Plus you gotta dip, you gotta doodle, you gotta shave Grandma's poodle 'Cause Grand
Lord Have Mercy For, and the In-fer-mous
Busta Rhymes
[Verse Four: Rampage]
Two one two, I'm living life as a rugged MC
When I step up in your jam yo I'm V.I.P.
Niggaz and bitches be eyein me
I'm spontaneous, I'm wreckin brothers out the frame
Because I'm dangerous
I'm well known like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble
Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile *beeping*
I'm great distance like AT&T
I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Yo I Fades Them All like my man Mally G
Whip a nigga ass for free
And makin sure he see visions of me
Rampage the talk of the town
The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground (no doubt)
I'm comin thorough like a pack of Life Savers
Ask Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors
My technique I freak seven days a week
I'm undefeated, you can see my Quantum Leap
I'm hittin brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert
Those who got no publishing they need to get jerked (no doubt)
a hundred percent, I gets down what I invent
Rap artists be dying to a certain extent
Sometimes they use the underground to make a comeback
That shit is wack, fade away and never come back
[Verse Five: Lord Have Mercy]
For now and forever, it's the, evil that men do
Mental, my inner center Winter
Frosted froze crews inventor, inventor
Invader, evacuate I collapse your major
Straights and lose minds
You're splits two times, for intruders, for these losers
My maneuvers, drop like lugers
Illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's
Splittin blessings, with three Weapons
Lay in the cut like C-Sections, infestin the nine-six
For you mindless, niggaz I smack spineless
Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels
As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, oooh, oooh ooh ooh
Corrupt your minors, like New York City's finest
lineups, on LSD fine fust, in your sinus
Crush like chinas, opiuMC grinders
My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners
The infiltrator, creator, I'm sinful
Papers stay viscous like reli
L'isola Di Niente lyrics
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Leaders that drop scriptures, and rock clips or assault heaters
My Flipmode niggaz, we're like Afghanistan guerillas
[Verse Six: Busta Rhymes]
If you want more information look listen and read
While I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed
We about to take control of your set like cruise control speed
Satisfy my lyrical semen, plants my Johnny Apple-seed
Mental slave grip on your brain like white people
My music will dominate the population like black people
Utilize my efforts to execersize my inner thoughts
I capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts
Hold down the forts smokin drinkin mad quarts
For sports talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts
Let's get the cream so that we can move up in this fortress
Bounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits
Here we go again, another phenomenon when I get on
Busta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong
We represent the ultimate unit for the nine-season
Flipmode Squad will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons
Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down
Till they come through like the ATF and shut your shit down
Alcohol tobacco and firearms is how we movin
Raw rapid fire flows while the music keeps you niggaz groovin
I don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin
You're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin
From your conversation the way you come across your shit is off
Malfunctionin my nigga you about to feel the real force
Lay you on your face while I beat you up your head with the holy cross
Exotic niggaz blastin off to the Land of the Lost
If you can't see this
I recommend some school for the blind by Helen Keller
Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas
Redman and the Rockafellas
Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray sunny days and bad weathers
But still we travel the world like National Lampoon
It's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire ninety-six SO STAY TUNED!!!
Hahahahahahahahah
Flipmode COMPLETELY getting inside that ass
Def Squad, respek