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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Busta Rhymes
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
O.S. Harvey
Songwriter:in
T. Smith
Songwriter:in
Easy Mo Bee
Arrangeur:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Busta Rhymes
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
Easy Mo Bee
Produzent:in
Rick St. Hilaire
Mischtechniker:in
Tom Coyne
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Vinnie Nicoletti
Ingenieurassistent:in
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Word up, let me just fuck with your mind, please
Hey, hey yo yo yo, yo
Let me fuck up your mind
On time, showin', you the, rhythm
As I get wreck and get raw
Yeah I be the man, comin' off, that be raw
It's Busta Rhymes givin' you much more
So Yo, y’all, y’all, one more time I come
[Verse 2]
Knucklehead flow that make you act real dumb
Yo, yo, I burn your food like Florence
Run up in your crib like my name was search warrants
Shut your mouth ****, don't you complain
Fix you up, mix you with cut like pro-caines
Ooh, insane to your brain, ah
Right on your subconscious, I leave my shit stain
I be the mostest with rhyme overdoses
Hot stepping over shit like Ini Kamoze's
Sick lyrics like multiple sclerosis
Focus, while I display flows ferocious
Weak **** just fall and keep tumbling
Distribute lyrics like I'm hand to hand herb hustling
Hardcore like Quick Draw McGraw
Fuck what you heard, you ain't heard this before
[Verse 3]
I make sure everything remains raw
I make sure everything remains raw
I make sure everything remains raw
I make sure everything remains raw
[Verse 4]
Yo, when I step in the place I leave damages
’Nough bandages on pussy from miscarriages
Yo, watch me bring the newest recipe
Fuck you up quick and condemn you all with leprosy
Let me hit you with flows, that come various
Ah, send you home and make you lie ‘bout your alias
Ha-ha, **** can't see my routine
When I round up my Flipmode **** and get cream
Hey, you, you know what the fuck I mean
Now I'm on the scene, stepping through like Mean Joe Green
Now I'm making you feel the extreme
Till I black you out then turn on my real high beam
Oh shit, now I got your brains fried
Once you inhale smoke from my flow, carbon monoxide
Use your imagination, let me take you higher
Rain, hail, snow, earthquakes, Earth Wind & Fire
Yo, hit the dirt, get on the floor
I'm that outlaw **** living right next door
You should just roll out the red carpet
All movin' targets, I got you open like supermarkets
Yo yo, there's only five years left
While **** is scared to death they breathe they last breath
Days of my Life goes on, word is bond
I make you feel my proton, neutron, and electron
Yo, I be the number one icon
Word to the holy Quran, I rock on and on
On and on, hey, on and on and on
You won't understand when I form Voltron
Everything remains raw
[Verse 5]
I make sure everything remains raw
I make sure everything remains raw
(Word is bond, **** don't really understand shit)
I make sure everything remains raw
(**** don't motherfuckin know y'all, ah ah)
I make sure everything remains raw
(Flipmode is the motherfuckin Squad y'all, ah ah)
I make sure everything remains raw
(I make sure everything remains raw, ah ah)
I make sure everything remains raw
(There's only five years left! Word is bond)
(Word is bond, **** don't know the real shit)
I make sure everything remains raw
(**** don't know though)
(There's only five years left, ah ah)
(Remember that ****, all you, remember that)
(There's only five years left, ah ah)
Written by: O.S. Harvey, T. Smith