Get Busy (We Ain’t New To This)

Lyrics

Ey yo, what's up K? Yeah, we live, we low We from Hollis, and this ain't no hobby, man We ain't new to this, we do this The dance floor ever ditch from the [?] You stole the rhyme, that was your intent Read my instructions, follow them directly Sucker MCs try to do it incorrectly I take deduction, work like construction All of it leads to nothing but corruption If you came to fire it up, fire up the zone It's your position that you'll have to consult He will give you the lateral point Of the reason that you lost, and that's his sport You came to battle me, the K-I-N-G And addrеss me as Your Hennessy (Ey yo 'Canе, tell 'em, man! That's where we started this, man! Let's get all this money, man!) As the beat goes on, the rhymes we'll continue Suckers MCs get treated like a menu We order, then slaughter, defeat then beat And then we'll sit at the table and eat 10 million dollars is what I'll bet cha Talent, finesse, skill et cetera If my contract had expired, I bet I'll be hired And other will be fired, 'cause they ain't inspired [?] You came out tonight searching for a fight But this is what you receive instead: Bruises, bandages, all sorts of damages Clean or not, laid upon your head Dumb, frustrated by the rhymes that we're stating I had to debate it 'cause it was enough, made it [?] I anticipated 'cause you participated And what I illustrated you know what is rated Keep you happy, nice and spoiled I've got so many rhymes my secretary's falling Her fingernails are breakin' from lyrics that I'm makin' And her head starts shakin', and MCs got awaken I'm no new jack to the game of rap As a matter of fact, I've got the game down packed I state the rhymes never heard before A battle with me is just a face to the floor Get off my turf, because there's nothing you're worth Before I blow you off the face of the Earth I know you're wondering and unsure That if it's fake, or if it's pure Just gimme the Gladiator of Rap I could never be an imitator, got that? [?] set your trap cards in My domain, you won't some fame? I'm just a wrapped up Hurricane, ha! My talent and skill could never be limited Biting these rhymes is prohibited Stand in line, listen to the rhyme Just rockin' a rhyme before '79 Since '78, you'll call Pete at the gate [?] I will rejuvenate, your entire, your anatomy Go for the gold records, in the planet [?] I go for best style, talent and lyrics You will be surprised by what you're hearing I'm the type that never bites Off a chance to recite your rhyme, not mine...