You Busta

Lyrics

[Intro] My Brother Dizz Made This [Verse 1] When I enter the mist I'm the reason that the pendulum shifts You wouldn't right with a intricate twist if I didn't exist I'm the difference You know I'm death I give you a kiss if you slippin' When I'm in the room I make lyricist dig deeper Open they notebook look over they shoulder And see the Grim Reaper People done stole my rhymes so many times I done heard my lines in nine battle raps and ten features Six Funk Flex freestyles, hold it now Rappers y'all be calling the GOAT be using a stolen style From the golden child It's like I went to Fogo de Chão Crooked's ready to beef with the Gods I'm eating holy cow I turn your Mount Rushmore into a volcano Flow hotter than lava you nada but it's all bueno Y'all actors like John Stamos and Clark Gable The dark angel with a COB flag singing the Star-Spangled [Chorus] Bustas Flipmode I been flippin' for fifty one weeks and my shit's cold Dizz done flipped fifty one beats it's a big load You can't hear bars like these on a hit song I rhyme Busta Flipmode I'm on some forever shit I'ma never get old I'm on some eloquent intelligent ghetto shit Mixed with black excellence Talking that yellow brick road like Diana Ross I am a boss No more smoke talk unless it's from the Porche Cayenne exhaust (Skrrt) [Verse 2] Jingle bells fuck your single sells I don't mingle well With mainstream artists I see a male Tinker Bell With a dress on and press on fingernails we can tell You'll never be Chappelle You ain't willing to lose money just to keep yourself We excel we prevail be ourselves 'Fore I lay with you devils I rather sleep in hell New slaves drinking out of master's fountain Can't handle freedom well Batch of rappers from here to Minneapolis I slap 'em backwards my spit is immaculate No rapping after My city is hazardous I pack a clapper I'm sick as a masochist Slashing his own Adam's apple for sexual pleasure The Weeklys are an intellectual treasure That effect you forever same texture as leather It's rough [Chorus] Busta Flipmode I been flippin' for fifty one weeks and my shit's cold Dizz done flipped fifty one beats it's a big load You can't hear bars like these on a hit song I rhyme Busta Flipmode I'm on some forever shit I'ma never get old I'm on some eloquent intelligent ghetto shit Mixed with black excellence Talking that yellow brick road like Diana Ross I am a boss No more smoke talk unless it's from the Porsche Cayenne exhaust (Skrrt) [Outro] Yeah I couldn't shout everybody out But I love all y'all One week left!