the force You need to practice more, you ain't in my cat-e-gor I rap for sport, Decompoze got my back support So pass the torch, and of course, I can
like hoes _ rub-a-dub those Shattering Glass Joes With decibels To break spectacles You can't see You're feelin' queezy And uneasy Steppin cautious because you
gimmick You can keep your catchy lines, I'm bout to write a rhyme If you got a backpack tryin' to act black Think you know the culture? You's a fuckin
And before you pick up the mic to get fly You need all the dope khaki's that you can feature So I can serve you, you know the procedure Listen to the man intellectualize, visualize Your whole posse gettin' paralysed I don't
wig fried like a bad perm, what the blood clot, we smoke pot, and blow spots You wanna think twice, I think not The Iron Lung ain't got ta tell you where
here we go! Streets! Flipmode baby, yeah check it Busta Bus baby Yeah, Rah Digga now, c'mon Check it, huh [Verse: Busta Rhymes] If you ain't noticed
we go! Streets! Flipmode baby, yeah check it Busta Bus baby Yeah, Rah Digga now, c'mon Check it, huh [Verse: Busta Rhymes] If you ain't noticed yet I
You can keep your catchy lines, I'm bout to write a rhyme If you got a backpack tryin' to act black Think you know the culture? You's a fuckin' vulture
Ghostrider, or Six Pack In a Streetcar named Desire, who got my back? In the line of fire holding back, what? My people if you with me where the fuck you
I can't even run 'less I run with a four or I walk with a three, come and talk to 'em P You can catch me down bottom with a bird and a glock On the
city's got a chance to cop it So I bust my Komisarek shirt and rock it Spoke to the ghost of the Rocket Told me once the wheels are in motion can't stop
in (I can't hold it in) I gotta let it all out (I gotta let it all out) They'll say I can't hold it in (I can't hold it in) I gotta let it all out (I
we go! Streets! Flipmode baby, yeah check it Busta Bus baby Yeah, Rah Digga now, c'mon Check it, huh [Verse: Busta Rhymes] If you ain't noticed yet
[Chorus] Just 4 U, Just 4 U, is why I wrote this rhyme Just 4 U, so you can understand what goes thru my mind Just 4 You, so you can understand who I
the point to where you forget where you live! My freestyle is dumber than Jim Carrey and his co-star Even if you was En Vogue's PANTIES you couldn't hold