Busta Rhymes lyrics
Busta Rhymes lyrics
"Holla lyrics"
Claws Of Death lyrics
The pleiades burn blue strongly through endless reaches Bleeds feebly upon the fallen walls of time At the darkened marks of a prophecy's genesis Masters arrive under the tyrants sceptre
The pleiades burn blue strongly through endless reaches Bleeds feebly upon the fallen walls of time At the darkened marks of a prophecy's genesis Masters arrive under the tyrants sceptre
Yeah, yea
This shit sound like..
one two o'clock in the mornin with the full moon out
Niggaz in they trucks creepin
With a fresh box of ecstasy pills for these bitches
[Verse One]
Yeah, team select, please collect, G's connect
Thieves nigga direct the trees to the SmokeFest
Wanna take a toke? YES! The newest zone I'm in
I'm like Smithsonian nigga, fuck it call me Napoleon
Wave the torch, cut the head off the Leviathan
The terminology I'm rhymin in cause a frenzy up in Ireland
Hit ya, I'm gon get ya
And drop the bomb scripture at your barmitzvah
Yo, map shit out, blast through the speakers
With a wifebeater on, Bushe below, a new pair of sneakers
Street niggaz hang on the sidewalk, that's where I learned my fly talk
Pimp-strut, and how to skywalk
Moderatin how we establish the whole conglomerate
Fanletter lyrics
And the violence in my insides is glowing and malignant, and the only way to stop it, is to cut a hole and let the fresh air come in. And your public face is dripping, now you're famous and you're beautiful, but i can still remember when your mouth was always open, like a stairway leading down to hell. Now your perfect body's shining, and the camera's always circling, and the boys and girls are dreaming, and your nak
The way we honor it, you'll never conquer itAnd the violence in my insides is glowing and malignant, and the only way to stop it, is to cut a hole and let the fresh air come in. And your public face is dripping, now you're famous and you're beautiful, but i can still remember when your mouth was always open, like a stairway leading down to hell. Now your perfect body's shining, and the camera's always circling, and the boys and girls are dreaming, and your nak
See how we wreck, has a global effect, on even Polish people
Young and restless down to the old and feeble
Peep them, Czechoslovakian to Yugoslavian niggaz
Be all into my bounce so don't be botherin niggaz
So NOW you should feel the whole cathedralish bounce
Put one in your stomach leave you in a fetalish crouch, nigga
My vernacular is spectacular
Strategic plans'll have you lookin wacker than a postal office massacre
Is that so? Make moves just like a fatso
Bounce in a minivan Astro after my gat BLOW!
[Chorus]
Aiyyo, get up, get up, get dough (get dough nigga)
Roll up, light up, and smoke that 'dro (smoke 'dro now)
Bitch shake yo' hips and bounce real slow
Niggaz rep yo' hood, I'm with that --
All my nig-gaz (all my niggaz) if you with me (if you with me)
Yeah I see
Ah-Yeah lyrics
Intro: KRS-One Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown Ah yeah, stay alive all things will change around Ah yeah, what? Ah yeah! Verse One: KRS-One So here I go kickin science in ninety-five I be illin, parental discretion is advised still dont call me nigga, this MC goes for his Call me God, cause that's what the black man is Roamin throug
ou (yeah) HOL-LAIntro: KRS-One Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you see a devil down Ah yeah, that's whatcha say when you take the devil's crown Ah yeah, stay alive all things will change around Ah yeah, what? Ah yeah! Verse One: KRS-One So here I go kickin science in ninety-five I be illin, parental discretion is advised still dont call me nigga, this MC goes for his Call me God, cause that's what the black man is Roamin throug
(Throw yo' guns in the motherfuckin air, c'mon!)
All my bitch-es, if you're with me (yeah all my bitches where you at now)
Yeah I see you (you know I see y'all) HOL-LA
[Verse Two]
Yeah, my whole entire mindstate deeper
than astronomy and mathematics like Galileo
Smash you niggaz like mashed potato
Back when niggaz used to rock Ballys and Clarks
I used to watch, little niggaz shouldn't hustle nickel crack in the park
Barrels spray the brighter flame in the dark
Blood spill stain on the street, that's how niggaz be leavin they mark
Fuckin with diplomats who love Bailey's
Monopolize and quickly get other money fuckin with Israelis
So solid how we be symbolic
to a handful of niggaz that be all schemin on the same wallet
Them type niggaz that be conspirin and kidnappin
Shit happens! Gun clap for you i
Myriad Of Peep-holes lyrics
The nimbus of the moon Resting on a bitch - dark sky Pierced by a needle A myriad of peep - holes Illuminating The moist earth against my ear Hear the moles industrious search for a lair Who throws the serpents swimming in the air By the birches Wings are trembling The beetle buzzes Waving its feelers Come drink with me The moonbeams will make us reel Who throws the serpents dancing in the air
a GIFT wrappinThe nimbus of the moon Resting on a bitch - dark sky Pierced by a needle A myriad of peep - holes Illuminating The moist earth against my ear Hear the moles industrious search for a lair Who throws the serpents swimming in the air By the birches Wings are trembling The beetle buzzes Waving its feelers Come drink with me The moonbeams will make us reel Who throws the serpents dancing in the air
You should follow how the style switch up
Like a group of religious niggaz schemin to kill they arch-bishop
You big pussy nigga actin all hard
Call me atheist, because I don't believe in you God
It's like a grand feast celebratin the bounce of the century
I tote the recipe quick for any type of discrepancy
Busta Rhymes the great renaissance artist and architect
Like how a Felipe (?) portrait is so hard to get
We got the obscure shit for the street
Nevertheless we split your head and your chest, now rock to the beat
Yo, we got the obscure shit for the street
Nevertheless we split your head and your chest, now rock to the beat
[Chorus w/ slightly different (ad libs)]
[Busta Rhymes]
Holla at me now, c'mon!
Yeah.. Busta Rhymes, cookin up a little brown stew chicken
Dr. Dre niggaz, yea