I’m Talking to You

Album cover art for "I’m Talking to You" by Busta Rhymes

Busta Rhymes - Rap, In English

I’m Talking to You

2 Plays

Duration: 2:50

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[Intro] Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready? Yeah Are you ready to make some noise? Put your hands together I want everybody in here to stand up on your feet Turn my music up To make some noise To make some noise To make some noise I want everybody in here to stand up on your feet Aye, where's Spliff at? There's about to be a problem now nigga [Verse 1] Once I captured the soul of the street it's so hard for me to let go It's like I'm at the techno, hear the stadium echo Now it's reaching a volume when the weakness is silent Putting the fear of God in 'em while I'm shifting the climate The gladiator presence, everything about me giant This the year of the dragon with the heart of a lion Got 'em throwin' their flag up, how I come and provide it Now we makin' 'em riot 'til we makin' 'em tired You can never deny it, how I came to prescribe it Then bang them with the ship like Earth and Jupiter collided Then I came and reminded 'em of how the spark ignited 'em And conquered continents the size of Asia times five of thm And while I ride for them, you think it's loud to them? I give pride to them and get it rough with them I hate the street that with you, the smell of earth burn I captivate 'em with my first words, everybody [Chorus] (Shout, shout, I'm talking to you) To make some noise To make some noise To make some noise To make some noise [Verse 2] (Holla!) back to applyin' the pressure Bother your corner stretcher, hot like a lot of pepper Most of you niggas off, cotton and polyester You know how I know all, legend like Robert Nesta You know I'm out to get you, take all the robs count And power to the Billies, couple cigar lounge See how I make it pop? Knockin' them all down Watchin' them all drown, this how the lord sound Your swag lost, you know you really need to look around And try to find it, nigga, search in the lost sound But I welcome the hate, my mother prayin' for me Got too much money to count, my niggas winnin' for me Let me appraise you closely They can't believe the way we bust it up like it's nothin', problem is we just playin' homie And when we in the spot, there won't be no delayin' Only to collect another trophy, now the haters say it for me [Chorus] (Shout, shout, I'm talking to you) To make some noise To make some noise To make some noise To make some noise [Outro] (Shout, shout, I'm talking to you)

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Credits

Writers
  • Ian Stanley
  • Roland Orzabal
  • Ty Fyffe
  • Busta Rhymes