歌手:Busta Rhymes
专辑:《The Coming》

作词 : King, McNair, Murray, Noble ...
作曲 : K Murray/M. King/R. Noble/T. Smith/R. McNaire
编曲 : Busta Rhymes.
制作人 : The Vibe Chemist Backspin
音频助理 : Vinny Nicoletti
混音师 : Busta Rhymes.
音频工程师 : Rick St. Hilaire
演奏 : Jamal/Keith Murray/Lord Have Mercy/Rampage The Last Boy Scout/Redman
Taking you to the other terrain, we mash strictly for the cream
Here to kill your whole scene and your **********in' team
Little 'Mal, the raw dawg,
I know you heard of me
You probably know some ***** *****z who wanna murder me
Busta Reggie
Murray Ramp and
Mercy's all we need for disaster
For me the microphone master
Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull
****y with
Mally G if you're trying to take a fall
*****z talk about killin' and never get to it
**** the yappin', be true to it, do it
Steady scream about your
East and your
West sideBut you ain't in it when it comes to the homicide
*****z better get up off that bull**** quick
Caught up in the limelight, gettin' way too slick
See 'em at the shows 'bout to rock they **** off
Gettin' they peeps ****ed up 'cause they block is soft
As for terror,
I sever the best of
MC'sLook, little
Mally G trippin' off these indo trees
About to murder label's jerkin' but mercy us
Def Squad *****z prophesize like the
PerseusDroppin' degrees to zero with flatlines
Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme
One rhyme, one rhyme, one rhyme, just one rhyme
I, I don't give a ****,
I kill 'em with just one rhyme
Woo, yeah, you wish that you could get with this
Terrorist, lyricist, for your era it's
My time to shine and
I'm still payin' dues
And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, ************
I only tell you nothin' but the real it's
Tight up in the struggle tryin' to get this ****in' meal, why?
*****z act shifty so
I shift a long
Three tri three chrome, it's the same ol' song
I seen the shades and the suedes from afar
PahBut hold up, do you know who
I are?The
M-A-Double, you want trouble you got it the spot is on
You blot it
I got it then shot it it's hot up in your dome
Peace with the chrome, piece that
I packRemember **** around and catch a
Mack to your back
Who the ****
I be I, you cannot see
IFlabbergasted, blasted, my
Magnum P.I.
Oops, I lie,
I got a cannon bout the size of
Grand Canyon
I'm prime time, giving
MC's Knots
LandingDuck, heavens to ****in'
Merkatroid
I drop noise that employs the unbelievable
Recline like receding hairline, crime speaks fine
With a nine pull line blind keep mines up my sleeve until
You start to quiver, metabolism splits rivers
I rock so many broads
I leave your entourage tender
Like bartenders mix liquor
I serve you over the rocks,
I feed you to my flock
Now time to click triggers
Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters
Raw water turn sons to grandaughters
I bring trouble where, you sleep
So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear, coat
Antidotes cause gunsmoke in
TokyoMC's dosey do your mics up in this rodeo
My star roast 'em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions
Shuttin' down national state buildings with high ceilings
Funk Doc to the spot freeze
Creepin' on
MC's like
Vietnamese in army fatigues
Def Squad representer
Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter
Hey yo, once a crack head, always a tack head
You have no craftibility all that **** you talk is dead
As ***, drugs and violence, balance the scales of reality
Y'all don't want no parts of
Keith Murray
I'm nicety and sheisty,
I get that ass iced deliciously
*****z ain't **** to me, word up
You stupid *****z always got somethin' smart to say
And probably can't even spell
TWAMy crew is like police pull up and park anywhere
Yeah yeahJump out and get it on right then and there
Whassup? Whassup?
*****z is ***** and ways and actions show it
Most of y'all *****z dead, and don't even know it
And Def Squad
L.O.D. for life
Word up, yeah, **** your life
Act trife
I'll let my dog cold **** your wife
**** your life
Aiyyo, you just heard the sounds of
Mally GRedman,
Keith Murray, bringin' the ruckus, the
Def SquadNext up is the
Flipmode Squad, this is
Howard Cossell
First up to the ring
Rampage the
Last Boy Scout
Lord Have
Mercy For, and the
In-fer-mous
Busta Rhymes
Two one two,
I'm living life as a rugged
MCWhen I step up in your jam, yo,
I'm V.I.P.
*****z and *****es be eyein' me
I'm spontaneous,
I'm wreckin' brothers out the frame
Because I'm dangerous
I'm well known like
Keith Murray and my boy
Reggie Noble
Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile
I'm great distance like
AT&TI stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Yo, I Fades
Them All like my man
Mally GWhip a ***** ass for free
And makin' sure he see visions of me
Rampage the talk of the town
The stalker of
New York that ****s up the underground
I'm comin' thorough like a pack of
Life Savers
Ask Marley
Marl who's the real
Future Flavors
My technique
I freak seven days a week
I'm undefeated, you can see my
Quantum Leap
I'm hittin brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert
Those who got no publishing they need to get jerked
A hundred percent,
I gets down what
I inventRap artists be dying to a certain extent
Sometimes they use the underground to make a comeback
That **** is wack, fade away and never come back
For now and forever, it's the evil that men do
Mental, my inner center
WinterFrosted froze crews inventor, inventor
Invader, evacuate
I collapse your major
Straights and lose minds
You're splits two times, for intruders, for these losers
My maneuvers, drop like lugers
Illegal, maybe
Lethal, like
Gibson'sSplittin' blessings, with three
WeaponsLay in the cut like
C-Sections, infestin' the nine-six
For you mindless, *****z
I smack spineless
Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels
As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Corrupt your minors like
New York City's finest lineups
On LSD fine fust in your sinus
Crush like
China's, opiu
MC grinders
My dust, these rhymers
I hijack like airliners
The infiltrator, creator,
I'm sinful
Papers stay viscous like religious cults
Leaders that drop scriptures, and rock clips or assault heaters
My Flipmode *****z, we're like
Afghanistan guerillas
If you want more information look listen and read
While I sit back and
I roll another fat bag of ****
We about to take control of your set like cruise control speed
Satisfy my lyrical *****, plants my
Johnny Apple-seed
Mental slave grip on your brain like white people
My music will dominate the population like black people
Utilize my efforts to exercise my inner thoughts
I capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts
Hold down the forts smokin', drinkin' mad quarts
For sports talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts
Let's get the cream so that we can move up in this fortress
Bounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits
Here we go again, another phenomenon when
I get onBusta
Rhymes and my ***** named
Stretch Armstrong
We represent the ultimate unit for the nine-season
Flipmode Squad will bust your **** for even the wrong reasons
Chaotic sample make a ***** wanna get down
Till they come through like the
ATF and shut your **** down
Alcohol, tobacco and firearms is how we movin'
Raw rapid fire flows while the music keeps you *****z groovin'
I don't know who the **** you really think you foolin'
You're so far from up to par and your **** needs improvin'
From your conversation the way you come across your **** is off
Malfunctionin' my ***** you about to feel the real force
Lay you on your face while
I beat you up your head with the holy cross
Exotic *****z blastin' off to the
Land of the
LostIf you can't see this,
I recommend some
School for the blind by
Helen Keller
Big ups to
Lord Have
Mercy, Rampage and the
Cella Dwellas
Redman and the
Rockafellas
Big ups to
Mally G, Keith
Murray sunny days and bad weathers
But still we travel the world like
National Lampoon
It's Busta
Rhymes for the whole entire ninety-six
So saty tuned
Flipmode, completely getting inside that ass
Def Squad, respek