Busta Rhymes

Busta Rhymes - Butch & Sundance lyrics

rate me

Shake shake

Shake shake

Shake shake

[Verse 1: Q-Tip]

Bust my brother despite the two mothers

Butch and Sundance trot, killshot to you fuckers

You feel the wind of excellence before we enter in the room

So assume your position of the natural born coon

When we groom other rappers, pew, need to starting soon

The wolves are howling at the moon, your time will never come soon

Markie, [?], me and the Brooklyn bad boy

The petty thoughts of the sanction when we rhyme, become void

The game of life, the game of death

[?] you can't take it, rappers fake it til they make it

And it's mirrors of naked, your lady shoes are Rasputin

Of the rhyme evolution and all the issues you confusing

And we are the solution

Yo, Busta rhymes

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]

I'm on, black, you know it's a wrap

And despite all the shit you taught me you niggas is wack

Fuck that, fuck with us, bitch, them niggas is [?]

Show me your ass, stack it up all on a nigga and now ass clap

Don't get your ass clapped trying to be like the next dude

Go ahead move, try to prove something I test tube

A couple of you funny looking niggas some fufu's

Them niggas is too cool, you niggas is through

See we live with it, homie, look, we clearing the bar out

Toasting, celebrating and we drinking 'til we fall out

While I'm with a strong shine, bitch, you know it's Bust' Rhymes

Let me explain, (no), I'm fucking with the slimes

That's it, fuck the time, we rock on and on

You rhyme wrong, everything about you dead gone

Niggas in the front, heard you got my back

I'mma put the drug back in the street like nickle crack

Abstract

[Verse 3: Q-Tip]

One for the beat and two for the creator

The remains saying, debating who's position came the greater

For now let's set the gate up, the live motivator

Couldn't cut it with a fader and Grandmaster was your data

'Til the [?] dissing Janet [?] single-handed

The vision is deep unless every man understand it

You spitting sweet 16's for [?] creams

My mom's got legendary genes that brought me greens

You virtual robotic, I got the lean product

Fiends follow like the hobbit cause crowd could never top it

And your trash is not the topic, we know you can't rock it

Well, shit the topic is that none of you niggas can stop it

Indeed, we gonna do it, you know we went through it

Here's a [?] to prove it if you listen to the music

If you listen to the music then you should've get it better

It's the Abstract and the Dragon and we doing this together

[Verse 4: Busta Rhymes]

Do it together, do it forever

Bust grand, imperial rhymes, finish billing your crimes

Oh shit, another verse, get in line first

For what it's worth, did it all, did it first

Niggas mad, sick with thirst, hit 'em bad 'til it hurt

Pick the land, pick the turf

The fuck is up? We getting this work

I still be on my bullshit eating niggas' food, bitch

I'm in the mood [?]

Bet they want that shit, better forfeit

And forklift niggas like I'm throwing them off cliffs

It's all horseshit, bang niggas like worships

Want the [?], well, I won't allow any forces

Raw spit, you out here acting like they important

You off niggas, get to expecting your loss quick

Abort this, identify the God as your lordship

For how you funny niggas be looking you an ostrich

Beat niggas head, your looks very assaulted

The cost is whatever the niggas want, it's the boss, kid

Ayo, come on, what you doing?

What you - what you doing, dude?

Why you trying to stop my shit son?

The fuck's up, son?

Stop doing that shit son

Word, son, stop doing that shit

Fuck that

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