Busta Rhymes Feat. The Flipmode Squad - Match The Name With The Voice lyrics

rate me

Greatness, yeah, yeah

Aiyo, turn the beat up a little bit louder

Truck Volume

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

We bout to play a lil' game, match the name with the voice

So when you pick your favorite emcee you makin' the right choice

So who are you?

Baby Sham, I'm known for the crud

First night pops off with a couple of slugs

And how you doin'?

You see what I'm workin' wit, it's beyond rap

Stick to the fact that chapped lips get convexed

Palm that, look where the arm's at, nigga need to launch that

Now tell me what the problem be, is that I'm scorching dem

To flood these streets, hot not partially, cock back the toast

Put your heart for free, so what it feels like to hear me crushin' a beat

So who are you?

The illest broad Digga, reppin' Brick City

If I'm lying may the Lord come strike my left tittie

And how you doin'?

Undisputed metaphor rap queen, always cookin' up some shit

Like mom's a crack fiend, so what's the word

Strike a nerve when I'm speakin'

Any emcee whether black or white, or Puerto Riquen

I'm the big dog, you just a cat stuck in a tree

Not one of y'all cocksuckers fuckin' wit me

So who are we?

Got you gaspin' for air, hot shit muthafuckas

Throw your hands in the air

Watch how we do it

How we rep and yo we solemnly swear

To put it down until it's over and our time is up here

So who are you?

Rampage, new tenant, pack big still

Fuck, what ya heard, I'm ready to kill

And how you doin'?

Day criminal, street thug material

Flipmode imperial, top breakin' officer

Fuck around we warnin' ya, 21 gun salute

6 official conrads, ain't afraid to shoot

Niggas see us, we got them shakin' in they boots

Flipmode, the streets, bigger than Bayroots

So who are you?

Yeah, Spliff Starr, cunt crusher, gun busta

Hard-to-toucha, one bad muthafucka

And how you doin'?

Gangsta bitch, deadly like cancerous

I bring it where your parents live, show you what your status is

Steam boil your cabbages, I can't take y'all nigaz faggotness

You about to die, show him where his casket is

You wanted beans, I had your hood under siege

Guns get squeezed and bullets hit your knees

So who are you?

Bus a bus now, somethin' fo' sho'

Keep 'em whilin' till somebody's left a leak on the flo'

And how you doin'?

We've been awaitin' the God, to make an under novel entry

Controllin' everything in the yard

Rugged like General Custard it seems

How we crush grapefruit, niggaz, and make a mustard out of your team

You know we hotter than the 4th of July

So sit back and watch the fireworks show light up my name the sky

So who are we?

Got you gaspin' for air, hot shit muthafuckas

Throw your hands in the air

Watch how we do it

How we rep and yo we solemnly swear

To put it down until it's over and our time is up here

So who are you?