Busta Rhymes - Extinction Level Event 2: The Wrath of God Lyrics (2024)

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  1. E.L.E. 2 Intro
  2. The Purge
  3. Strap Yourself Down
  4. Czar
  5. Outta My Mind
  6. E.L.E. 2 The Wrath of God
  7. Slow Flow
  8. Dont Go
  9. Boomp!
  10. True Indeed
  11. Master Fard Muhammad
  12. YUUUU
  13. Oh No
  14. The Don and The Boss
  15. Best I Can
  16. Where I Belong
  17. Deep Thought
  18. The Young God Speaks
  19. Look Over Your Shoulder
  20. You Will Never Find Another Me
  21. Freedom?
  22. Satanic


E.L.E. 2 Intro

Currently on Extinction Level Event 2
Genesis Chapter 11, verses 1 through 9
Thousands of years before Christ
Tyrant Nimrod, Gilgamesh of Shinar, enslaved the first empire
One world language, one world religion
One world order, we have learned nothing (one)

Make the keys to heaven a gift to the devil
Those who desire to supplant God
Illuminati who tempt and horrify us as the most perfect angel Lucifer
Seek to rebirth a new world order upon the flesh, blood, and bones of all humanity
Again, towers rose skyward to challenge his divine glory
To conquer his serene domain
As an ancient Babylon, the one true Lord brought them down
In 2001, three became naught, conspiracy is reality
Fear is the weapon of thine enemy
Acts of terror a lie, told to convince the meek to surrender to their rulers
Atmospheric variances melt the polar ice caps and drown the rats who walk on two legs
An incurable virus to decimate the dark, nuclear rain to set us aflame
Obscured by a curtain of venom from space in the name of science
Fall to your knees, pray to a last choking breath
A new world order is here, arrogance over God means annihilation
Daddy, what's it gonna be like in the year 2021?
Only he can save us, this is the second coming
Extinction Level Event 2

There's only five years left, nigg*
There's only five years left, nigg*
There's only two years left, nigg*
There's only one day left, nigg*
It's the end of the world, motherf*cker
sh*t, we right here with Busta Rhymes, motherf*cker
The baddest, the biggest
He been doin' it for the longest, been doin' for the strongest, bitch
It's the end of the world, these are the last days
This might be, this might be the last day
And lucky you, on your last day
You gon' hear the Busta Rhymes album, you lucky bitch

Well it's the God (yes) no illusions
Blessings while I greet y'all in the absence of confusion
With science to spark the mind with thoughts of greater living
It gets deeper than secrets of Masonic symbolism
And I understand if you can find it extremely hard to calculate it
As a dude who refer to himself as God, let me demonstrate it
If you don't get it at first, revisit it later
But in the meantime, let's examine the difference in our nature
As in lovin' or hateful, patriotic or rebel
Positive or negative, or in God and the devil
It's been debated for years, let's acknowledge the magic
While some embrace the jewel, others'll witness it as tragic
But I'm addicted to exposing the truth, it's a habit
Since a youngin' using a pencil to write them mathematics
Incorporating the science while I give you the classics
While some will find it strange and resort to measures that's drastic
I articulate with clarity, reassure when you hear this
Some identity me as cuckoo or conspiracy theorist
Some might call me crazy 'cause at times my life seems out of order
Thus possessin' answers to the total square mileage of land and water
Go get your recorder 'cause even on my worst day
When I'm lifting the weight on my shoulders
I could tell you what the Earth weigh
Let me listen to the wind so I can hear the Earth begin
The universe speak 'round the celebration of my birthday
That being said, we can stop pretendin' that I'm mental
Like all the sh*t we witnessed be happenin' coincidental
See back in '98 when I dropped the first Extinction Level
I was fightin' inner demons with personal scores to settle
They put it in a movie 'cause they knew that we ain't really know
Funny how they tried to tell us 22 years ago
What deeply impacted how watchin' a flick really moved me
As the world was ending, Morgan Freeman was prez in the movie
So, let's fast-forward to 2009
And 2012 when we left an impression on the minds
Of the people makin' sure we remember if we slightly doubted
That the world was ending that we can't really do sh*t about it
Damn, funny when I saw the flick, it did amuse me through
To the point that Danny Glover was prez the movie too
Then I questioned why they reiteratin' the same plot
Should we be a little para' now that they gave us Barack?
In 2020, the message I'm sending
Now that my president gone, how convenient the world has ended

I tried to warn 'em with The Seventh Seal
The world is wounded, it may never heal
Even Mother Nature's gettin' ill, it's gettin' real
When millions get killed when that deadly weather spill
Until Sodom and Gomorrah's on America's turf
The horror, it'll forever get worse
Yet and still, it's like a gift at birth then you inherit a curse
But the meek must inherit the Earth, it's Heaven's will
Meek meaning powerless in the form of politics
Giving power at the dawn of the apocalypse
The war stronger than peace
It's poverty to the majority, a scar with the mark of the beast
So the righteous prevail to work miracles
Prepare to weather you through the unbearable and reverse the inevitable
You find you a sin, remind you of when
Back when God lived in men and that time is again
Signs of the end, read Mark chapter 13
And Daniel chapter 12, understand you wrapped in hell
Revelations show the facts as well
Then read Prophets in the Quran and ask yourself
Do you rep a nation bred for hatin'?
Judgement Day ain't far, don't get left debatin'
'Cause what they thinkin' is the end of creation
Is actually the reincarnation of Gods, the death of Satan

Somethin' just to think about a little bit, you know?
As I continue to bring y'all to a place where
We remind you how special it is to have
A good balance of science, and a good balance of heat
Classic sh*t, as I continue to give you that food
Feast on this full course meal, as I welcome you all
To "Extinction Level Event 2", easy

Whose world is this? It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this? It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this?

I believe the world belongs to the people
It has always belonged to the people
To the powers that be
F*ck your plague and your disease and your sickness
That you have inflicted on so many lives
Since the beginning of time with your colonization
F*ck your systematic oppression, the systematic racist oppression
Matter of fact, f*ck you

This program contains graphic material, including offensive language
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Writer: Trevor Smith, Chris Rock, William Griffin, Peter Phillips, Dominick Lamb, Anita Ward, Chuck Holmes, Jimmy Lowe, N Jones
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The Purge

Sorry country, I know you don't want this really but
'Til we get us some justice, we f*cking every city up
Drastic measures is urgent, city burn like Philly blunts
Crazy like we jumpin' off the little yellow mini bus
Youth for my people cause you nigg*s movin' really sus
No we ain't playing with them, really, trust!
You see them cities burning like chimneys
You better know it's really us
The clock was finally winding down, your time was really just
To feel the wrath of God no matter how your door was really shut
Deep in my soul, a justice really cut
I'm only tryna be my people's clutch
Hypertension I mention, the temperature is different (what?)
This wouldn't have happened now, you witnessed blood
You motherf*ckers better listen up
'Cause now we out here fighting for what's right
Like we don't give a f*ck

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Writer: Trevor Smith, Kasseem Dean, Avery Chambliss
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.


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Strap Yourself Down

I got somethin' real heavy to lay on you man
Well that's what I need

Can you dig it? (1,2)
Can you dig it? Uh
Can you dig it?

Talk sh*t as if I talk to the top
Bibbity tower, 'cause I talk serious
Top flow bitch with a top flee
Feist over nigg*s with sharp teeth, full time get it
'Cause I go and get water, ra (Ra)
Water drop drip, see how we slide
Big broad titty they droop
Seek the bitch all in the coupe
Jealous nigg*s, you don't want me to shoot (drop it off)
Hot bing-bing bang-bang
Think you're listening to the rang sang (bing Bang Baow)
Cool time nigg*s, huh? Who? How?
Bang nigg*s 'til they all go insane
What you gonna do now?
We don't allow foes here now
Watch lil' nigg*, we about to go sell it
Beat nigg*s down to the ground
Make 'em regret it and yell it
We can never do wrong, I said it
F*ck around, wanna play a little game of death, hold up
Cool cool? I kick you in your gut and make you wanna doo doo
Take a man into Shangri-La, shawty that came with the strangular
Black Maybach Dracula, everything I do is spectacular
Part 2!

For God's sake, strap yourselves down

Back, bro, bliggidy-blah, bliggidy-blah (blah)
Blah (rah), nigg*, you fraud, gimme your broad (broad)
Bitch, gimme the keys to cities
Let me dig deep, feelin' like Slick Ricky D's and
It's the god givin' you raw (raw)
sh*t got you smashin' your truck, crashin' your car (car)
Aw sh*t, homie, you see? And, oh, you don't say? (Don't say)
I been killin' this bitch, homie, we don't play (don't play)
Sinkin' sh*t down, get on the floor (floor)
Yeah, nigg*s dig how we dig it down to the core (core)
Earned the right of passage, that's why I'm givin' you more (more)
Pure, bitch, I'm the flyest you ever saw (saw)
Bad bwoy givin' you heat, see it in the street
And f*ck nigg*s up, lil' bitch, you think it's sweet?
Confuse nigg*s, bug on the sh*t I do to a beat (beat)
And bruise nigg*s, watch how I cruise nigg*s to sleep (sleep)
Infuse nigg*s, watch how they knock it all in they Jeep (Jeep)
A few paparazzi won't catch me on when I creep (creep)
I move Kamikaze when paparazzi is deep (deep)
Include kemosabes, you carbon copies is weak (ay)
While I give you a trick or treat (treat)
You weak motherf*ckers, I got you under my feet (feet)
You sleep on a nigg*, that's when you nigg*s are weak (weak)
Everything you sow, that's when nigg*s know sh*t is deep (and, and)
Break your back and split your spleen
Bunch of angry police officers when they step on the scene
They be gettin' even more angry when I be countin' this cream
'Til I got these nigg*s shoutin', the way I'm out in the steam (steam)

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Writer: Trevor Smith, James Yancey, Peter Phillips
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.


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Czar

There ain't no place in the world where Busta Rhymes ain't the baddest motherf*cker, you understand?
Do you understand who this man is?
Do you understand how hard he brings it?
Nobody's badder in this motherf*cker, nobody!

Look, bitch it's my city, you get smacked silly
Thought it was y'alls, gimmie!
We 'bout to shut sh*t down, nigg* f*ck with me
Jail music for riots, gas 'em up 50
F*ck the place up 'til I turn 160
Now I'm here to switch it up, motherf*cker lift it up
Get you nigg*s drunk 'til you lay in your bead and piss it up
Now I'm back with the co*ke, it'll make you all sniff it up
And skrrt, skrrt in the wraith, watch me Tokyo Drift it up
Take this loss, all day sauce (take chains off, everything off)
Take it all and I'm out ferment a straight cough
Cocaine boss, all day floss
Found nigg*s, now we on the ground and we live it up
And drown cases of goose 'til we frown and we spit it up
Got us running through it, got a hundred stupid
Now we 'bout to lose it, y'all ain't wanna do it
Watch the way we make sh*t up, hit the way we fix it up
Anyway shawty get on her knees and now she licks it up
Red carpet swag on a nigg* when they flick sh*t up
Which part of prices on the co*ke, you see the bricks is up

So far shorties throw they bra
And I need a lighter to light the perfect cigar
Brand new jacket, brand new car
Leader of the new sh*t, brand new Czar

Light switch off, Cuban link cross
Shine bright on the evening, diamonds criss-cross
If you ain't out here to find it, time to get lost
In case you nigg*s ain't know

Bitch I get busy
Like a silverback grizzly, roll up some more sticky
Every hood to every block, brought them home with me
So much snort they nickname me the flow Jimmy
Bags full of Franks, every federal known crispy
The great Bust' Rhymes, you with a few dimes
Just spoke your name up, you gon' live a long time
So when we in this bitch most you nigg*s get no shine
Invalid nigg*s (f*ck 'em!) stop begging for co-signs
Now this be the douches to have them black and make them do
sh*t, bending their back up until they f*cking breaking too
Better call a medic, you know my whole aesthetic
Energy kinetic, you better clear the exit
Light switch on, f*ck sh*t up 'til everyone in this bitch gone
Lost grenade bomb, spit that venom to break your legs up and both arms
Volcanic eruption, we tell 'em remain calm
Heavy metal like Metallica, now witness the massacre
Somebody should've told them nigg*s that they shouldn't come after ya'
Feed the planet to cook up, international trafficker
Now pull up with the sprinters 'cause all of my bitches passengers

So far shorties throw they bra
And I need a lighter to light the perfect cigar
Brand new jacket, brand new car
Leader of the new sh*t, brand new Czar

Light switch off, Cuban link cross
Shine bright on the evening, diamonds criss-cross
If you ain't out here to find it, time to get lost
In case you nigg*s ain't know

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Writer: Trevor George Smith Jr., Jamal Grinnage, Eric Murray
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.


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Outta My Mind

Ayo club shouldn't be open unless I'm in that motherf*cker, come on!
Come on (ay!)
What, ay, what
It's already starting to feel like it's that time again
Okay
Now I want everybody to do what they know they supposed to do
'Cause y'all know who in this bitch
The Conglomerate, front and center, come on!

Look here, see they calling in Trick
Back in the spot to make them mob again, bitch
Bitch, Bust' Rhymes a god damn snitch
The cannon 'bout to blow, let them nigg*s know quick, sh*t
Oh god, no, that nigg* gon' flip
Spitch, spatch, cut, a nigg* face kicked
A hole atop your f*cking head, bang
'Cause I'm in love with bodying sh*t like newlyweds, damn
Now is the time, let me hear you say ho (ho)
Hands up because I say so (yo)
Turn full, my nigg*s lets go
Like don't you see how we got 'em, we here to get dough
Oh, sh*t (what?), they better get with us
Straight (straight) black (black) out sh*t my nigg*s
Ay, look, ay, you know the way we do it (the Conglomerate)
It's coming and we 'bout to run through it

It's drivin' me out of my mind!
That's why it's hard for me to find
Can't get it out of my head!
Watch the way we kill 'em, you gotta love it!
Don't this hit make my nigg*s wanna

Wait, one sec, ay homie what's hood
Bouncing on the beat like the way you nigg*s should (oh!)
Look, now watch me, just leaving over stamp (champ!)
Like they be spitting the sh*t that other nigg*s can't (can't, can't, can't, no!)
It's never gonna end
I bounce right back and sh*t on them again
Sit back and watch other nigg*s bleed (yeah, yeah!)
But then I come to give y'all the sh*t you need, right there!
Oh, you know I come and knock sh*t down
Mi don't care, I know that them frown
Freddie chop the beat while I'm shining my crown
And reinstate the boom bap and redefine sound
Ground trash nigg*s who sit back thinking they could run
I could live with the street crack and give you what you want
Yeah, I know what's up bitch, dressed out chill for a minute, bring the chorus back, leggo

It's drivin' me out of my mind!
That's why it's hard for me to find
Can't get it out of my head!
Watch the way we kill 'em, you gotta love it!
Don't this hit make my nigg*s wanna

Hop and I skip every time I drop that
A lot of you trash and you need to stop that (now!)
Tell me how can you not do the sh*t that makes the game proud
Tuck drop it and roll, the fire gonna blaze in here
Now do I make myself clear
Watch, keep the weight that I beat them up to
I'm done
Make them run
Bounce bitch, one
You know that everything good
Crowd in this bitch, need some elbow room, uh
Uh, we 'bout to heat it up some more
I hope all my nigg*s is keeping up (feed 'em up)
I will eat your food until I leave
Or 'til a nigg* can't breathe
We run sh*t, control the block, and all of that (all of that)
Now I'm tired of talking bring the chorus back (contact)

It's drivin' me out of my mind!
That's why it's hard for me to find
Can't get it out of my head!
Watch the way we kill 'em, you gotta love it!
Don't this hit make my nigg*s wanna

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Writer: Trevor George Smith Jr., Ricky Bell, Michael Bivins, Ronnie DeVoe
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.


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E.L.E. 2 The Wrath of God

I'm sorry, your time has come

The god is present today
They need to be afraid, you need to be afraid
Today because the God of justice is present now
That's why he said vengeance is mine, the battle is not yours
The battle is the Lord's and God has come
The battle is on and the plagues are coming down
And no, I'm not afraid, but you need to be and especially when you see what's coming up
Because as a man soweth, the same shall he also reap
And when you have done the evil that you've done to us and done it to others
Did you never think that there would come a day that you would have to pay
For all that crap that you have done? Thomas Jefferson said it right
Brother, he said, "I had trembled for my country
When I reflect that God is just and that his justice cannot sleep forever"
Well, his justice has awakened, and all over the world
The nations are turning right before our eyes
And that's why Trump is saying "We gotta make America great, how, when? Again"
Because she is not great today, people are not afraid
The world has taken enough of America's evil, so death is sweeter
The son been continuing to live under white supremacy and under tyranny
So you know, I don't care nothing about them investigating me
Or arresting me, or even killing me, but I'll tell you what, I'll tell you what
I'll give you a little warning, you killed your last man when you killed Dr. King
You will not get that chance to do that to me
And if it pleases God that you do kill me, right after you kill me
All of you gon' die, 'cause I'm not here by myself, I'm not here of myself
You can see that God must be back in me, otherwise
Where would I get the strength to say or do what I do
No man, it's our time now

God has sent me to make you all feel the wrath that cometh
I'm here to heat up and bring the street up, I'm back to punish
While Trump is present with a mouth screaming louder than trumpets
While you bow to the puppets, I'mma stand and stick around for the judgment
Use the world's stage with a God crown to put it down for the public
The Earth's in pain with a large pound of demonic indulgence
These devil console us, while I sip wine, I read minds of the culprits
Kind of repulsive to expose the rounds that I'm pumpin'
Kind of disruptive when I talk now, line up the subjects
Tired of injustice from the post politicians and judges
When you witness the abuse of power sometimes it's seductive
Then I question God, why create a creature that is so destructive?
Hold all your grudges and focus while you're creating expenses
Every man is free of choice but no man is free of consequences
Hold your suggestions and listen closely, I study lessons
Causing rain, hail, snow and earthquake and travel dimensions
The ground will rattle the Earth will rumble like a stampede of cattle
Eleven hundred twenty feet per second, faster than sound travel
How many more protests? How many more marches?
Zero results, it's so grotesque, don't even get me started
They count on my momma, she knows best
Fight for the daily departed, God is the armor, we so blessed
Let's zoom in on a target from a certificate, a merit down to a felony
For one's actions and deeds justice is a reward or penalty
Pants too tight nigg*, it's been part of the plan fool
F*cked around and made the demasculinization of man cool
Appreciate my pop, never stop 'til the death of me
Erase silly men and I'll never disgrace the legacy
F*ck following trends that don't make us men is the recipe
Care for your women your mother your children, it's necessity
In the last couple of years, you nigg*s look like you need therapy
Mentally it appears as if the imbalance is chemically
How you gon' try to stop God's work?
That can't never happen even after I'm back in the Lord's dirt
I'm here to present the impact of Extinction Level Event 2
I'm only here to present and bring the impact of the Extinction Level Event 2

Hail Busta Rhymes
I saw him at the Grammys
He spoke with passion, with passion, with passion, with passion

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Writer: Trevor Smith Jr,., Louis Farrakhan, Dominick Lamb
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Slow Flow

But you won't let me love you
I wanna do more smooth rhymes and sh*t, man
Know what I'm sayin'? I don't know them sh*ts
Yeah
Come on
It's that sh*t, oh, sh*t
That's that Wu-Tang sh*t, my nigg*
Check it, yo, this to all them f*ckin' MC's out there in the world
That think they can f*ck with Ol' Dirty Bastard
You know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, come on, come on
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What? (Yo)
I'm here to shock your dome piece real quick (yo, yo)
Know what I'm sayin'? (yo, check)

sh*t get cataclysmic how I mastered the wicked division of spittin' nigg*, past what you wishin'
It's super surpassing your vision in whatever you thinking of course
Bags are sickening, make 'em gag when I'm sh*ttin' type of flow
See, the fact is I'm back and I'm stackin' 'em up
How I'm heatin' the planet, nigg*s be callin' me solar maximum
So effortless in how I'm attackin' 'em
Even when I'm restin', I'm Black and nigg*s see the results and next
Count them like checkin' the pulse of a corpse when I show 'em no reaction
Ignoring you, nigg* (you borin' me, nigg*)
Back to stacking this paper exactly, the lyrical impact is so literal
Criminal (priceless), as in every valuable mineral
Super subliminal, becomin' the future like digital data
Pivotal moments, sh*t get critical, haters
See what I make the DJ do to the fader, rest in peace to Roc Raida
Body nigg*s now or later, traumatically major
Dramatically cater to nigg*s that want it and eat it
And live it and fart it just to open they vein and bleed it
I superseded the situation every time it's hard to defeat it
The unstoppable, you need it

Whoa-ho-ho, let me, like, slow up with the flow
If I move too quick, oh, ya just won't know
Whoa-ho-ho, let me, like, slow up with the flow
If I move too quick, oh, ya just won't know
Introducing, yo, f*ck that nigg*'s name
My hip hop drops on your head like rain
And when it rains, it pours 'cause my rhymes hardcore
That's why I give you more of the raw (yo, yo)

The tables is turnin', I'm enjoying just burning you nigg*s
And schooling and tutoring and learning you nigg*s
So peep the way that I come and weed 'em out beyond a reasonable doubt
I ain't rushin', I'm taking the scenic route
On my paper trail to unveil and just derail all irrelevant traffic
And clear the lane and deliver that Illmatic
While keepin' you hyper and keep you ecstatic while I'm bringin' sh*t harder
Especially when it's dark, I'm a midnight marauder
Now, baby, bye little bitch, hope you know I'm ready to die as the best
Appreciatin' this nigg* life after death
But in the meantime, while I poison you nigg*s with the heat for the blocks
Scratchin' and fiendin', needing a detox
While you screaming, I'm shining, gleamin' and cleaning up the game in a mink
While I give you what's only built for Cuban link, nigg*s
Incredible Hulk's America's most wanted
Hole in the fort, documented report in the war report
Givin' you the crack, nigg*, new jacks
They need that Carter V for the nigg*s that got appetites bigger than dinosaurs
Like, every time I spit, I get rid of a few
This is Extinction Level Event 2

Whoa-ho-ho, let me, like, slow up with the flow
If I move too quick, oh, ya just won't know
Whoa-ho-ho, let me, like, slow up with the flow
If I move too quick, oh, ya just won't know
Introducing, yo, f*ck that nigg*'s name
My hip hop drops on your head like rain
And when it rains, it pours 'cause my rhymes hardcore
That's why I give you more of the raw

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Writer: Trevor Smith Jr., Russell Jones, Dominick Lamb, O. Harris
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.


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Dont Go

Yeah, yeah
Yeah
This sh*t feel like we flowing down the Milkyway, nigg*!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I smash the beat one time
See your resume like this the sh*t that be hard to find
I do have a tendency to do what's great and leave
A legacy is hard to duplicate, see
Lyrically, I'm undefeatable, respect the logo
Still beat if you think you can test me, that's a no-no
Effective with the hits especially when I'm on solo
And aggressive with the spit, I think you nigg*s know the cape and nana
Let's take this sh*t back to the real side
The sh*t that you could really feel, right
See I do this for the people, all my ladies and gents
Had 'em breaking down a barricade and jumping a fence
Leader of the newest sh*t, I let 'em see who the best
Harder to find a Toledo manifest in the flesh
Every time I touch a microphone, you know I'mma bless
nigg*s with the sh*t that you feel in your gut and your chest
Now I'm 'bout to knock the building, leave this sh*t in a mess
I'm finished f*cking up the spots so now it's back to the rest

See how we kill 'em with the slow flow
And we got the game in a chokehold
I'm where I'm going, you won't go
I'm leaving the game, they begging him "nigg*, don't go"
See I'mma hit these nigg*s this time (La-la, la, la-la, da, da-da)

Try to explain to you buds, this sh*t is circ*mstantial
I am your friend, as sure as you have plaques up on your mantle
So now they got your man, come on with the extended hand
The only thing I ask of you is just to understand
We indie ones, your fam
So keep the cool, king of worry not
I'm with your nigg*, let's get chicken rocks
Let's split the chicken in the kitchen like the coco rocks
I fake a dead eye, my fellow Jedi
Have a moment of clarity with courtesy, I spit candidly
I am your brother, my brother, so don't move angrily
Let the music grab you, why don't you take it back to
The times that Busta Rhymes used to engage in battle
nigg*s used to shake like dice
Catch an L and pick a fight
The cypher used to get the destroyed
The opponent was then devoid
The cheering section was in ploy
So boys and girls say "He's nice!"
I know my nigg* I'm just stomp around in every hall
Let's channel all that good energy into now, that's all
The Rollie hands are moving rapidly around the stones
The abstract and the dragon in the Game of Thrones
The 7 kingdoms are connected by the microphones
We got the glow, bro, ain't no time for beef, bro
If your time came before mine, I be like "Don't go"
If your time came before mine, I be like "Don't go"

See how we kill 'em with the slow flow
And we got the game in a chokehold
I'm where I'm going, you won't go
I'm leaving the game, they begging him "nigg*, don't go"
See I'mma hit these nigg*s this time (La-la, la, la-la, da, da-da)
I'm where I'm going, you won't go
I'm leaving the game, they begging him "nigg*, don't go"
See I'mma hit these nigg*s this time (La-la, la, la-la, da, da-da)

He-he-he-he ha-ha-ha
And if you are just joining us, welcome to the moment of truth, Extinction Level Event 2
Do you understand what I'm talking about? It's the end of the world!
Take notes from a real emcee
It's about how the record feel
The nigg*s like bottles and James
Like McDonalds, like Popeyes, like KFC
You been knowing this motherf*cker for a long ass time
Yes there's nigg*s out there that-that can say they've done a little this, a little that
But do any of those nigg*s wanna follow Busta Rhymes?
Hell motherf*cking no!

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Writer: Trevor Smith Jr., Kamaal Fareed, Bernard Edwards Jr.
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Boomp!

Boomp
(Mm, mm)
Hey (hey)
See how they try to pin it on me (boomp)
And if the cap ain't fittin' on me
Got love in every hood, they be waitin' for me (mm, mm)
Hey, I'm 'bout to blow on my women down sh*t
I got about a million on me (boomp)

Come for the ride my nigg*s come on (yes!)
Come for the ride all my bitches come on (mm, mm)

New endeavors we do whatever
We glue the deficit
See you a sideline nigg* come on (boomp)
Look, see, now we go back (back, back)
Diggin' the soul out the bitch, come on
Found a way to escape, come on
On my journey, don't turn me into an ape, come on
Delanie, where my asparagus?
I do the thing, King Kong
Energy ginseng, my Buju Banton (flow!)
You been with me, you nigg*s gun run (oh)
Bobby Digital, bang up your head
Bong, bong (boomp, boomp, boomp)
I be the sensei, ay
Make sure you know, don't ever go against me (mm, mm)
You could hit up the victim for a collab the next day, ay (play, play)

Hey (hey)
See how they try to pin it on me (boomp)
If the cap ain't fittin' on me
Got love in every hood, they be waitin' for me (mm, mm)
Hey, I'm 'bout to blow on my women down sh*t
I got about a million on me (boomp)

You better do what the king say, ay
God in the flesh, lookin' like Kunta Kinte (mm, mm)
You done caught a few bodies that nigg* been glazed
Lay 'em out in the display (boomp)
Got 'em lovin' the way I make sh*t shift
While I'm keepin' 'em strong
Handle your bitch (what, what, what)
Bust your head and I make it split
Give it good, while I make it hard to forget
What
Every rep, every interval
How we f*ckin' the sh*t up
Trouble is at a minimal
Global bitches kill in New york way down to Senegal

Hey (hey)
See how they try to pin it on me (boomp)
If the cap ain't fittin' on me
Got love in every hood, they be waitin' for me (mm, mm)
Hey, I'm 'bout to blow on my women down sh*t
I got about a million on me (boomp)

Come for the ride, my nigg*s come on (yes!)
Come for the ride, all my bitches come on (mm, mm)
Hey (hey)
See how they try to pin it on me (boomp)
Come for the ride, my nigg*s come on (yes!)
Come for the ride, all my bitches come on (mm, mm)
Hey (hey)
See how they try tried to pin it on me (boomp)

Hey (hey)
See how they try to pin it on me (boomp)
Hey (hey)
See how they try to pin it on me (boomp)
Hey (hey)
See how they try to pin it on me (boomp)

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Writer: Trevor George Smith Jr.
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True Indeed

Busta Rhymes up in the place-uh, true indeed
Busta Rhymes-Rhymes-Rhymes-Rhymes up in the place-uh
You could flow with me, just to let you know
We keep coming back with more and more
Kick the rest
Yeah, you want a round nigg*?
Ayo, check

The mathematician let his rap expedition
Mastered of the precision of the faster addition after you listen
Smashin' a whip, I'm fast with the wisdom I give 'em
I'm fluently speaking, who would be teaching jewels like science is hitting
Look, I'm tired of kicking nigg*s head off, see now
I'm tryna avoid from poppin' the lead off
I saw you're top and then jet off
It's time that I set off the heat like the trap is connected with the hook
Quicker than fiber optics, I'm deeper than Michael's pockets
I'm equally microscopic, germicidal like an Ebola
If I ain't already told ya you could suck up on my ecola

Hum
Please feel free to join us in a smoking section because we want all the smoke in here!

Colder than older polar bear weather
Know I'm chosen to clear 'em whether or not they're ready I'm stoppin' sh*t every
Time as I'm redefinin' and mastermindin' and redesignin' the master architect
Chemically combining genetically
See-see-see, I'm readily sick to the pulp competitively
The DNA of my blood Incredible Hulk and then
I shock with a volt into like El Camino supply you with supplements like aminos
You in trouble 'cause me and Premo finally got together
Yes, you got a script for you to learn from
Everybody get off when I shoot my sperm from
None of you nigg*s ready if you still guessin' at getting
I make a movie out of 'em, Tyler Perry
See how the style, I'm very wild, I'll bury you nigg*s
And I'm whippin' a Maserati and throwin' bread like confetti
You know that we got it plenty
Watch the movie while you still drivin' a Suzuki
Chill and have manners when you be talkin' to me
'Cause sh*t get spooky when I smoke a Lucy and I style a Louie
Then I leave nigg*s dead and stinking, worser than dookie
Haha, hahaha

Hi, yeah we're here to start now

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Writer: Barrett Strong, Christopher Martin, Norman J. Whitfield, Rodger Sr. Penzabene, Trevor Smith Jr
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.


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Master Fard Muhammad

Have mercy for the spirits still prayin' for me
Times are hard so forgive me if I smell funny
Sleeping in cars, it be real with no hotel money
Louis Vuitton, you just get it 'cause your man want it
Pictures and captures let me know that you ain't tell somethin'
Middle school, bitches used to call me Bruce Bruce
Now it's stretch Maybachs in the coupes too (Maybachs)
Like jewels, I'm just tryna pack a deuce deuce
Diplomats, Arabic how I'm makin' my moves
Road to riches, f*ckin' bitches in my favorite shoes
She thought I had a seizure, told her April fools
F*ck a lawsuit, bitch I'm tryna make the news
Master Mohammed sold silk goin' door to door
Givin' knowledge to the brothers that wanted more
We a nation of brothers such a wonderful force
Go straight to the Quran if you wanted source
I know God so proud, you becoming the boss
Cold world with the flows, keep a nigg* wrong
We was sleepin' on the floors when they used to storm
I just wanna get a home for my only mom
This a dream to make her proud of her only son
This a dream to make her proud of her only son
Make her proud of her only son
This a dream to make her proud of her only son
And I'm number one (Maybach)

Look at my Piguet yo, it's about that time
Light sparkle off my jewelry, it's about that shine
Money bust out of every pocket, it's about that grind
A schoolin' dude, especially when a nigg* third eye blind
Can't give a f*ck about what's yours
Only concerned about mine's, nigg*
They steerin' like all of this hypnosis it's heavy
If looks could kill, I'd probably die countless deaths already
Gillette razor sharp shooter, shootin' star like a comet
Swag gave birth to millions like Master Fard Muhammad boss
Lookin' relaxed like I don't wanna be bothered
I thank God for the blessings of past pages
I journey through a jungle aligned, so unscathed
Until I speakin' tongues when I visit my aunt's grave
And hustle like a genius with strength of my mans slave
It gets deeper while singing this praise, walk with me now
I bless the hood while I keep 'em them harder
Unconditional love is a daughters love for a father
In dream flying through the clouds on the planes that I charter
And documented moments, time becomin' a martyr
While I merge through corporations expandin' a little larger now
For the sole purpose, my people can all eat
Through the desperate folks, occupying at Wall Street
But I'm torn in the studio, givin' you all heat
They may think their ignorance is bliss busy they saying' they born street
On their hands and knees just like they walkin' on four feet
Damn, look what they really turnin' us into
A savage smelling blow 'em out, functioning in the mental
With baggage through the mud that they draggin' until they settle
I ration up success sniffin' a rose petal
If you violate the truth, your body with feel the metal
Listen to these words with the power to fuel rockets
Just in the same time its so perfect for me drop this
It's getting to the point where they beggin' the kid to stop it
It's hard to honor such requests when you're bathin' in profit
Witness sh*t I said that's come to pass they calling my prophet, lord
Especially how I touch the people when I'm speakin'
So precious like a moment of watchin' a baby sleepin'
Infectious like opponents that's always catchin' a beatin'
From journeys that I travel and missions I be completin'
Put the mic down and leave it with momma for safe keepin'
Hahaha, wow

Let me hear that sh*t again son

Take notes!
Write it down, get a pad
Learn motherf*ckers, learn, from a god Emcee
Ain't too many left
That's right, there's only a few out there
Motherf*cker everybody talkin' about
Busta Rhymes
Bussabuss, the man you trust
In Bust, we trust
Ash to the ashes, dust to dust
The only nigg* we trust is Bussabuss

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Writer: Trevor Smith, William Roberts, Tony Cotrell, Terrace Martin
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YUUUU

Double, triple check (check, check)
Feelin' like you owe a couple checks (checks, checks)

Bitch, I had to bust a YUUUUU
Came right back to get that loot
Know I had to finish what I started (what I started)
No, it ain't too late to turn around, is it? (It ain't ever late)
Bitch, I had to bust a YUUUUU
Came right back to get that loot
Know I had to finish what I started (what I started)
No, it ain't too late to turn around, is it? (Turn around)

Runnin' up, up the numbers on the cash, Chase (cash, Chase)
Stretchin' out of the work just like elastic (like elastic)
F*ckin' with one of the bitches with a bankroll (with a bankroll)
Know her ass fake as her eyelashes (that sh*t fake)
Steppin' out of the Beamer, dirty Vans on (with my Vans on)
Catch up on them offers, I don't need dough (I don't need dough)
Long as I am a legend in my hometown (in my hometown)
Respect is why I did it from a year ago (you ain't know)
I can't wait today, I can't wait today
Thought I lost it all like everything, bitch, like everything
Came back for my bag, I'm back to play, but don't play with me
I can turn it all around today, I ain't ever late, never late
I can't wait today, I can't wait today
Bitch, I need my band like yesterday, bitch, like yesterday
Green light, green light, green light, andale
Bitch, don't play with me
I can turn it all around today, I ain't ever late, never late

Double, triple check (check)
Thought I left a couple bands on the step (back it up again)
Feelin' like you owe a couple checks (check)
Now I'm gettin' back like I never left (oh, like I never left)
Bang a left (uh)

Bitch, I had to bust a YUUUUU
Came right back to get that loot
Know I had to finish what I started (what I started)
No, it ain't too late to turn around, is it?

Do not come after me, no
You don't wanna do that, nigg* (do that, nigg*)
And I'm hopin' that you all agree
You don't want a problem, true that, nigg* (true that, nigg*)
And I'm schoolin' you all just a little
Prolly like you was a new rap nigg* (new rap nigg*)
And I'm claustrophobic a lot
And I think you gotta move back, nigg* (move back now)
Please get away from me
I don't really wanna talk 'bout nothin' (shut up, nigg*)
If my money ain't what it's s'posed to be
That's when a nigg* gun start bustin' (bah, bah)
Clang, cah-clang, clang, cah-clang
Shells hit the floor, more shots comin' (more shots comin')
And instead of you tryna talk to me
Muthaf*cka, better talk 'bout runnin' (sing along, nigg*)
Everything about me new (new)
Bitch, I'm back and they don't know what to do (do)
Best you ever saw, every metaphor, medical
Precautions will be needed, crazy like a pack of animals
Hope you all got a proper view (view)
So sick y'all need to let the doctor through (through, through)
Look, yes, respect this rep, never miss a step, disrespect
Don't give a f*ck about your plug
Y'all know who be the plug connect

Double, triple check (check)
Thought I left a couple bands on the step (back it up again)
Feelin' like you owe a couple checks (check)
Now I'm gettin' back like I never left (oh, like I never left)
Bang a left (uh)

Bitch, I had to bust a YUUUUU
Came right back to get that loot
Know I had to finish what I started (what I started)
No, it ain't too late to turn around, is it?

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Writer: Brandon Anderson Paak, Trevor Smith
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Oh No

Bitch, what's the problem
F*ck you talking 'bout my nigg*, I got 'em
I got 'em

Bitch, what's the problem
F*ck you talking 'bout my nigg*, I got 'em
Need I remind 'em, they must've forgotten
F*ck this bitch up from the top to the bottom
Kill 'em all 'til they decaying, they rotting
Whip sh*t I can't pronounce, just know it's foreign
Spaceship outside and the fiber is carbon
I'm making 'em sick again, bitch get here, vomit
F*ck
Bitch, what's the problem
F*ck you talking 'bout my nigg*, I got 'em
Me taking Ls while talking so uncommon
sh*t hide their sh*t before my nigg*s rob 'em
You better off dead or probably playing possum
And stay on the ground 'cause there's no better option
Then f*ck up this bitch with another concoction
Clear up the block with a blare from a shotgun
Bitch, what's the problem
F*ck you talking 'bout my nigg*, I got 'em
Clown nigg*s from miles away, we still spot 'em
Man, f*ck around and end up on a milk carton
nigg* wondering who shot him
Grave located, don't post your nigg* garden
Pop nigg*s up, now watch my way I rock 'em
I chop a brick up now watch how they gon' cop 'em
I mop the clique up on top of how I flop them
Get got in your gut no matter how I drop 'em
Plot against us now watch how we just stop 'em
What we 'posed to do? nigg* from the bottom
Plant the money tree and get the money when it blossom
How the f*ck is they gon' stop him
Clout thirsty nigg*s on the gram, we block 'em
Pull up and watch the way the bitches flockin'

Flocka! Waka Flocka!
Most you nigg*s really caca (and)
Get the passing, meet Mavaca (and)
Bitch you know I keep the choppa (and)
Every single time I pop 'em (and)
Pop 'em make the ratchet pop-pop
Pop-pop-pop-pop
I make that ratchet pop-pop

Think you nigg*s can f*ck with my clique I say "Oh no no"
How could be better, nigg* could be never heard of, no
F*ck the building up, promoters screaming out "Oh no no"
Until they shut us down, they got every hood fiending like "Oh no no"

Bitch, what's the problem
F*ck you talking 'bout my nigg*, I got 'em (watch how I)
How I wack 'em and I sock 'em
Outer space with it how I Mr. Spock 'em
And cop me a planet, f*ck it up like Saturn
Batmobile whipping, pulling up to Gotham
Chamomile sipping, counting blood with Pac-Man
Gotta chill, bitches know I beg your pardon
Bitch, what's the problem
How'd you f*ck it up my nigg*, I got 'em
Y'all nigg*s know that what we do is awesome
You better off leaving, purchase you a coffin
You gon' thank me in the morning
You know that I keep shooting, the gun barrel scorching
Lay you to rest and spin the Wheel of Fortune
Do sh*t that keep all of you nigg*s talking
Bitch, what's the problem
F*ck you talking 'bout my nigg*, I got 'em
F*ck sh*t up here and all the way to Scotland
And broke him up when there's no reason to pop him
And talk my sh*t clear, I'll let the speaker knock him
Motherf*cker got him flockin'
I talk to the streets to be my final calling
Walk and go sleep, that be your final warning

Fl-Fl-Fl-Fl-Flocka! Wacka Flocka!
Most you nigg*s really caca (and)
Get the passing, meet Mavaca (and)
Bitch you know I keep the choppa (and)
Every single time I pop 'em (and)
Pop 'em make the ratchet pop-pop
Pop-pop-pop-pop
I make that ratchet pop-pop

Think you nigg*s can f*ck with my clique I say "Oh no no"
How could be better, nigg* could be never heard of, no
F*ck the building up, promoters screaming out "Oh no no"
Until they shut us down, they got every hood fiending like "Oh no no"

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Writer: Trevor Smith Jr., Karl Daniel
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The Don and The Boss

Wah gwan, baby?
Wah gwan, baby?
Wah gwan, baby?
Wah gwan, baby?

Shake it fi di boss
Get naked fi di boss
X-rated fi di boss
Best playlist fi di boss
Bumpa so big
Like Nicki Minaj
Like Nicki Minaj
Like Nicki Minaj

Kartel is a mystery
Nancy Drew can't fix it
Put my dick on ya lipstick
Yeah, ha-ha, she kissed it
Xerxes get victories
Bumbohole get dismissed
Conglomerate's in business
F*ck bwoy wives and bitches
Ho-ho, ha-ha, he-he
She come back again like frisbee
Issa fling, so she miss me
My girl, miss who? Mississippi
My mind is a district
District 9 restricted
Iq high with big spliff
My crew time, is this it?

Shake it fi di Don
Get naked fi di Don
X-rated fi di Don
Best playlist fi di Don
Bumpa so big
Like Megan Thee Stallion
Like Megan Thee Stallion
Like Megan Thee Stallion

Bus' Rhymes ah di champion
Coulda never find a betta option
Me nuh wan' none ah yuh friend dem
Somebody puss* smell like onion and scallion
Come 'tand up wit a champion
Gun barrel bigga dan di Grand Canyon
All ah mi thug dem ah bad man
Mek we get rid ah all ah unnuh, subtraction
Eh, bloodcat wah gwan?
You get anodda Godzilla King Kong song
One world boss, one rass Don
Don't play with mi money, not a fraction
See dat will cause a wrong reaction
Shot fly 'til you hear it way down ah Boston
Two ah we god, weh you ah look pon?
World Boss a alien and me a martian

Shake it fi di boss
Get naked fi di boss
X-rated fi di boss
Best playlist fi di boss
Bumpa so big
Like Nicki Minaj
Like Nicki Minaj
Like Nicki Minaj

Shake it fi di Don
Get naked fi di Don
X-rated fi di Don
Best playlist fi di Don
Bumpa so big
Like Megan Thee Stallion
Like Megan Thee Stallion
Like Megan Thee Stallion

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Writer: Adidja Azim Palmer, Trevor Smith Jr.
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Best I Can

What the f*ck is you talking?
What you? Ay bruh
Have him home at eight, I ain't-I ain't playing with you

I was so rude when you was tryna be a father
Always gave you drama, never took the kids to see your mama
And I, I know, it's what you tried to do
Took so much time from you tripping 'bout the child support
Paid 'em, made 'em raise it and you still bought 'em Christmas toys
Damn, I just want 'em
Putting up with me always took your joy
And had some sorry ass nigg* playing daddy to your boy
And got mad 'cause you found a good woman, that's f*cked up
I know, it's what I'm trying to do
Owe you that much, know I owe him that too
He ain't the man he s'posed to be 'cause I ain't let him learn from you, damn
For walking away when I was yelling in your face
Making a scene in broad day because you brought him back late
'Cause you missed him so much you only got him one day, sh*t
It's what I'm trying to do
One a month because you was working overpaid
Little child support, I still asked you to buy new Js
Only spent a little bit on our baby
And know that your support really made a nigg* lazy
I'm just saying, damn
I could've done better
I know you didn't deserve that, I was thinking 'bout the cheddar
I was thinking 'bout that verse saying how you left me
For some other broad but I understand it, I was crazy
So, you did the best you could
You did the best you can, you still stuck around for good
And I appreciate, and I hope, I hope you see it, sh*t
And our son really needs you, damn

Damn is motherf*cking right
And I can't believe all of the sh*t you did just out of spite
I want a, I just want a
It's what I'm tryna do, sh*t
Thank you for making me a stronger man and something
Too many times you f*cking disrespect me in front of my son
God, I want to thank you
For allowing me to survive this, sh*t
Sorry that I called you, that I wish I didn't mean it
I never thought I would live to see the day that you would see it
I put up with your sh*t too many times I swear I wouldn't
And did it in front our son even when I get weak and thought I couldn't
But, I was taught to never raise my hand up to a woman
Should've got my sister to slap you 'cause you deserve a couple good ones
You deny the top of my son with this bitch nigg* you harbored
Let him diss you in front of your kid when you here sh*tting on his father
Know I ain't perfect, I could be a better Dad
'Cause dealing with you helped me find a strength I never thought I had
And I wanna, yes I wanna
It's what I'm tryna do
I only want the best for my son, give me credit
nigg*s deal was right, maybe I coulda started tryna respect it
And I hate this tension building like food in a pot that's brewing
Like I'm 'posed to deal with this nigg* on top of the sh*t you doing
Now you motherf*cking crazy
You think I'mma sit around and let some nigg* you brought around ever come between me and my baby?
I wanna, yes I wanna
For biting off more than you could chew
Mom, Dad?
Hey little young kid, you should go play with your brothers
Go back downstairs where they at, let me finish talking to your mother
Go on now, thanks to my son for making me angry
The way I had to get up and go find a woman that makes me happy
The type of woman that teach him how to love his momma
To help me raise him like a young man and treat his woman proper
I wanna, yes I wanna
It's all I'm tryna do, man

Hey Wes, you ready to do it to 'em again?
Well, it's only right queen
Let's show 'em better than we can tell 'em

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Writer: Trevor Smith, Marlanna Evans, Patrick Douthit, R Arrington, C Tyson
Copyright: Lyrics © SC PUBLISHING DBA SECRETLY CANADIAN PUB., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.


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Where I Belong

Don't keep me waiting for too long, girl
Come through, take it off, come on get it on girl
Too long I've been messing with the wrong girl
Should've known that you was right where I belong girl
I won't keep you waiting for too long, boy
Come through, take it off and get it on boy
Too long I was messing with the wrong boy
Should've known you was right where I belong boy

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh right where I belong girl
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh right where I belong boy

Mami I got something to share with you
And put together a plan, I wanna prepare wit ya
Listen, I ain't tryin' to annoy you, I got it for you
I might wanna spoil ypu and cook a little arroz con pollo
Ma you're more than a dime, you're like a roll of quarters
The sh*t's in order, purer than a dozen of bottle waters
Make me wanna just kinda, wanna see ya longer than normal
Kinda wanna support her, sorta love up on her
Kissin' touchin' ya feelin' when you rub up on her
Kinda feel like she want me to put the lovin' on her
Now everything 'bout this feel good
Let's put it all in order
Ain't tryin' to rush it
But it's hard to fight this any longer
Why you tryin' to fight it baby
I ain't tryin' to fight it, but
Are you tryin' to fight it baby
I'm sayin'
See I don't even know what's happening
sh*t is makin' me bug, it feels good
But I wish I knew what it was
'Cause, look here

Don't keep me waiting for too long, girl
Come through, take it off, come on get it on girl
Too long I've been messing with the wrong girl
Should've known that you was right where I belong girl
I won't keep you waiting for too long, boy
Come through, take it off and get it on boy
Too long I was messing with the wrong boy
Should've known you was right where I belong boy

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh right where I belong girl
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh right where I belong boy

Hm, check it, ma
I love the way that you put it down and you rep it, ma
They way you wife and get naked, yes, I respect it, ma (yeah)
And if I make a mistake, you help me correct it ma
I'm with you
You know how I want it, girl
Let me just take you mental through motions around the world
And when it's most essential I love how you make it work
And with the most potential I hope that you never hurt, I hope you see it
Baby girl, you're my greatest supporter
And when I talk about us I give them another scorcher
And when they walk around us we stand up in front the altar
And let's rewrite our history standing in front the altar, know we need it
When I look at you I'm sipping a malta
And every time we be together, the temperature warmer
You know I'm tryin', but
Why you tryin' to fight it, baby?
You see this candle here for us
And I'm lighting it, baby
Come on with me look here

Don't keep me waiting for too long, girl
Come through, take it off, come on get it on girl
Too long I've been messing with the wrong girl
Should've known that you was right where I belong girl
I won't keep you waiting for too long, boy
Come through, take it off and get it on boy
Too long I was messing with the wrong boy
Should've known you was right where I belong boy

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh right where I belong girl
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh right where I belong boy

Baby girl better know that I really give it up to you
And I know I'm feeling' right, but I know it's all because of you
All the weight you be carrying, I wanna lift it off for you
All the lovin' that you need, in my heart got it all for you
Baby girl you're someone and then you know I gotta get it
And I'm comin' and I'm runnin' and let none other that love
And that lovin' better 'nother man like no other and the lovin' I'mma heal
That lovin' you need in a strong way, long way
Now come and give it to me all day

Don't keep me waiting for too long, girl
Come through, take it off, come on get it on girl
Too long I've been messing with the wrong girl
Should've known that you was right where I belong girl
I won't keep you waiting for too long, boy
Come through, take it off and get it on boy
Too long I was messing with the wrong boy
Should've known you was right where I belong boy

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh right where I belong girl
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh right where I belong boy

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Writer: Trevor Smith, Ricardo Thomas, Michel Sotolongo, J J Doe Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.


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Deep Thought

Baby you want me?
Well I want you too
You can have me
If I can have you too
Come to mommy
Let me relax you
Let me comfort you
In deep thought baby
Tell me what's on your mind
Yo, yo, yo, yo

Smoking cigarettes, blow the smoke out
Can't believe the sh*t that's happening to me
When I need a place to tranquil, meditate, think about what really matter
Go and rest my head on my shawty booby
She run her fingers the new dread I'm growing
Peep the way my day might have been over while I'm tryna relax, nigg*
If you listening and you catch the picture
You might see in between my shawty' legs holding a glass of liquor
And she keep rubbing my head, asking me to talk to her I don't even respond
Hold my hand, middle finger, tickle my palm
My shawty stay relaxed she understand a nigg* going through something
When I'm at home I don't ever need for the fronting
My voice going, I'm sounding like a frog
Doing shows back to back, partially why nigg*s reluctant to talk
They get their way when nigg*s start rubbing my hand, massaging my back
They start confessing to all the sh*t I was taught
Applying what I was taught to the point of you ain't right
I will slap you, I'm becoming your favorite rapper's favorite rapper
Then it all feels like the sh*t was in vain but I'm bringing it harder
Losing Chris Lighty and then losing my father
I'm bittersweet so I promised my momma I'mma become her martyr
And everyday that pass, I move a little smarter
That's why I work so hard, I try expanding business a little larger
To get my son a Range and my daughter a Charger
But I feel cheated 'cause Chris and my father, they ain't right here to see it (wow son)
Well like I said, 'cause they ain't right here to see it
Despite my heart was suffered, I'm undefeated
I give 'em what they need and got 'em wildin' 'til this nigg*s is cuckoo
We ain't screaming "Violator" like we used to
You ask me what's on my mind, baby we'll I'mma serve you
There ain't no statue of limitation when it comes to murder
You ever heard of?
nigg* like me stay on top of sh*t
We won't let it rest 'til we get to the bottom of it
Yeah, and they know who I'm talking to
Because they Busta Rhyme fans, they're probably not after this song is through
Well, f*ck I'm 'posed to do
When this be the sh*t that I be thinking when I'm supposed to be honest when I talk to my boo
My shawty probably mad
'Cause I ain't supposed to share these conversations when we sharing moments like this out the blue
But then I got a blessing so that I can share this with y'all
Because she feel the way I feel, a lot of us too
In any event, this the sh*t I'm thinking
Some of the many things I've got on my mind shawty
That's probably why I smoke and I keep on drinking
'Cause I need closure for my mind, soul and my body
Good days and bad days is part of the process
Build it with my shawty escaping the nonsense
And though I continue to keep it honest, thorough process is complex
Keep your balance and focus on progress
That be the concepts
Despite the freight's internally four
Those who were there for daddy, thanks for your support
And when my long term thinking, see these terms these nigg*s thinking on is short
They hate when I spot 'em, now they throwing me salt
That's how my mind travel like I'm in a Caribbean resort
Pondering on sh*t when I'm in deep thought

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Writer: Trevor Smith Jr., Diane Warren
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.


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The Young God Speaks

You and I must make a pact
We must bring salvation back
Where there is love, I'll be there
I'll reach out my hand to you
I'll have faith in all you do
Just call my name and I'll be there

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Writer: Berry Gordy, Bob West, Willie Hutchinson, Hal Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC


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Look Over Your Shoulder

Just look over your shoulders, honey!
Yeah, I know
It's been a minute
Don't you know
Just look over your shoulders, honey!
Whenever you need me
Just look over your shoulders!
Whenever you need me
Just look over your shoulders, honey!
Yeah, you need me (ooh)

I wrote my first bars in the car with Stacy
How bizarre, my battle scars at large would lace me
Big marbles, nigg*
I lead this new generation, boy
Don't argue with us
Marvelous beat selectors, authors and novel spitters
And it's all for the literature
And it's all for the hideous
The nastiest flows, the chlamydia, uh
I ain't afraid to say I need you, ah yeah (hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop)
I promise I'd never leave you, ah yeah
My life is like twelve open mics of hopeless notes
I write for sure, my folks unite
Soon as the flow get nice
The poltergeist that scare emcees
My prototype for every
My share of D's and R.I.P
She know my type of style is like my everything
Apparently, my appetite stay famished
Bite no hand that feed
The culture vulture die and bleed
My focus hold these thoughts and dreams
Control this pen (look over your shoulder)
Boldest lines in rhymes and things
Devote my time and mind it seems
Supposed to shine, remind I'm king
Provoke the blind and bomb the fiends
The pro's the con's, the diamond rings
The forward time, but I'ma bring
The soul divine and cross between
What's your's and mine's, the gold, the green
The roads that show just what it mean
That grabbed Shakur and by the wing
And fly before my vocal scream
For hip-hop, look at my Ziploc bag full of goodies
You Chris Rock
Hit the pookie and pit stops
Since tube socks, baby, you a hell of a drug
Just look over your shoulders
When they f*ck you over
It's love, I know ya

Don't you know, baby?
Don't you know, baby?
Just look over your shoulders, honey!
Whenever you need me
Just look over your shoulders!
Whenever you need me
Just look over your shoulders, honey!
Yeah yeah, you need me (ooh!)

Shhh, look over your shoulder, get me?
'Cause I done bodied the game to the point
nigg*s scared to rap with me
Get burned until they anointed me
One of the kings of black history
And yes, I see the game is a little different
nigg*s lack simply
And bars and I spit 'em like darts
'Til they puncture your kidney
You trash and it don't matter how much you gon' try to convince me
And you gon' make my gun co*ck until your hole night away
Yeah, ohh
I'm the Buddha, the Ali Baba, the believerer maker
So pristine, the dice roll from under my sleeve when I shake 'em
So rude, I'm so ice cold but I'm what you need to just wake 'em
While 'em crowns and medals on the wall waitin' for me to just take 'em
When I arrive, my theme music, gotta pound to it
And when I leave, even my shadow got a sound to it
'Cause I'm the god, the harder, the martyr, the father
I spit the saliva, that's leaking the lava
Completin' the saga while meetin' and greetin'
And beating you nigg*s completed-ly
Conquer, extremely bark on a nigg*
You see me, you deeply carve up a nigg*, believe me
Graffiti your arm up, you heebee, you jeebee
But, Kenny, you brought up (you give me pity)
Now give me the startup
You treat me, you greet me, you meet me with arms up
So sweet when I spit
Heaven's deep, it was deep
I was sleep, now the god's up, hmm
Upholding the fundamentals
While most of you boast the rental
Focus on what's most essential
Spit bars to provoke your mental
Do I have your entendimiento?
While I clap these raps like thunders
Look over your shoulder boy and wonder

(Ooh!)
Don't you know, baby? (ooh, woah)
Don't you know, baby? (Mh, mm, yeah)
Just look over your shoulders, honey!
Whenever you need me (when you need me)
Just look over your shoulders!
Whenever you need me (whenever you need me)
Just look over your shoulders, honey!
Yeah yeah, you need me (ooh!)

Don't you know, baby?
Don't you know, baby?
Just look over your shoulders, honey!
Whenever you need me

That's right!
He got catalogue, you understand?
This is the motherf*cking human iPod out this motherf*cker, okay
He can go all day

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Writer: Kendrick Lamar Duckworth, Trevor Smith, Michael Jackson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.


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You Will Never Find Another Me

Ooh, yeah
Oh, yeah

Feels like you tattered my name in pencil
Was high, not good enough for the heat
You think that I'm easily replaceable
Trust me, you'll never find another me, babe
Oh, oh, woah
Oh, oh, yeah, oh (you'll never)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (find a')
Oh, woah, yeah (another)
Oh, woah, oh, woah (me)
You will never find another me, babe

Top notch of the block, it don't stop
Chimney hot 'til they miss me a lot like Biggie and Pac
'Til they come get rid of me, not
Expose your disability op, post 'em like publicity shots
How remarkably we got this sh*t sewn
Tryna take me out my zones like tryna squeeze blood out of stone
Build a wall with every stone that was thrown
The feeling got me taking them home
You ever seen a crown that was chrome
Listen while I exemplify the spirit they wanna be again
There will never be enough of me again
Mary!

Never, no (never)
Never find another me (find)
No, no (another)
Oh, oh (me)
You will never find another me, babe

Once I was built, God broke the mold
No matter how many clones you make
They can't touch my throne, oh no
People ask why I don't put up a fight
I am not angry and bitter
I don't have to fight for what's mine
The truth is not acquired thing, ah
His love and his ring, oh

Never (never)
Find (find)
I said a, hey, hey (another)
Ah, yeah (me)
Oh, oh
You'll never find another me

Come get to walking with us on everything I love
I wear that pain on my sleeves in everything I does
Sometimes I pause when I breathe, reflect on what I was
How far I've come and I rep it and do it just because
We digging deep so come with me and let me take you to it
If we don't do it, who else gon' do it the way we do it
The old wise man on the corner sipping whiskey
He always said when I'm gone, watch how I make 'em miss me
I took those words and I live them, no matter how I suffer
And while I'm here to love you, there'll never be another

Never, never (never)
I said you'll never find another, baby (find)
Hey, hey (another)
Ah, yeah (me)
Ah, yeah
Oh, oh
You'll never find another me, no, no, no

Let me give you some more science

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Writer: Mary J. Blige, Rick R. Darnell, Roy Hawkins, Trevor Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group


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Freedom?

Whoa oh oh oh
Oh, yeah yeah
Ah ah ah
Ah ah ah

Eye for an eye, knee for a knee
You declared war, but you don't want peace
You just want sh*t, and we are not sleep
Blood on your hands, blood on our streets
Oh, our tears in the night, another stolen life
'Cause color is all you see
Tell me, is that free, yeah?

We are not created equal, no
I could give a f*ck if I offend a couple people, yo (tell me, is that free)
What the f*ck is you watching us, it's never in the sequel fo'
Let me wipe these tears, and speak the truth to all my people, oh
The f*ck is you doin'? Where we goin' wrong?
Got a 12 year old, but I sing this type of sh*t up in his songs
Gotta big up his pops and his moms
The youngin' braver than a lot of these nigg*s that songs
Watch all of my people that they tryna trample
It's time to form and get to lead 'em by every example
In the bathroom, you wash your faces with us
You ain't ready for tradin' places with us
My heart hurt bad
And I talk my sh*t like this for my kids, they be lookin' for dad (Yeah, yeah)
Energy transfer, kids look at me mad
Gotta still be the source for hope though it's hurtin' me bad

Eye for an eye, knee for a knee
You declared war, but you don't want peace
You just want sh*t, and we are not sleep
Blood on your hands, blood on our streets
Oh, our tears in the night, another stolen life
'Cause color is all you see
Tell me, is that free

Look at all the sh*t my people been through
The ghetto want my kids to live too
Can't imagine them parents copin'
In they arms with the breathless body they holdin' (yeah)
God bless the tear of every mama cryin'
Children leave the house wonderin' if today they dyin'
The nerve to say there's bigger fish worth fryin'
If you ain't with us better know we're riotin' (I believe)
And while you front, and you just walk about
If we ain't fightin' for what's right, then what we talk about?
And while I fight with all the might, now let me source it out
Inspire folks, become the activist they talk about
A long blessin' for every soul that's fallen
Snoop Dogg and others told me to accept my callin'
Prayin' to Jesus, hangin' on your wall and
Black man hopin' to make it home tomorrow mornin'

Eye for an eye, knee for a knee
You declared war, 'cause you don't want peace
You just want sh*t, and we are not sleep
Blood on your hands, blood on our streets
Oh, our tears in the night, another stolen life
'Cause color is all you see
Tell me, is that free, yeah?

I wanna know
Do you really believe?
Do really believe that we're free?
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah
I wanna know

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Writer: Trevor Smith Jr., Dominick Lamb, Robert Kral, Nikki Grier
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.


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Satanic

(feat. Chris Rock)

[Busta Rhymes:]
Hope you can hear me loud and clear while I give you this talk
I hope I leave enough fuel for all of the minds I will spark
And while I come and share with you the realest words from my heart
I hope you're ready for this truth 'cause it's about to get dark
Yo (Yo, yo, yo)
Yo (Yo, yo, yo)
Yo (Yo, yo, yo)
They said the world about to end, right?
Well let me get this sh*t off before it do

Look, I had to compile this sh*t into a song
It's so intriguing, all this f*ckin' satanic sh*t goin' on
Playin' with symbols and signs
Devil worshippin' while people talk
Like they prayin' to Lucifer, but what happened to "Jesus Walks"?
Yeah, we have demented thoughts that you conversate with your savior
Askin' for forgiveness while displaying blasphemous behavior
At first we seen it subtle, now nigg*s display it major
They goin' out they way like they doin' Satan a favor
And gamble with they life like rattlin' dice in a shaker
Another life for Satan, turnin' your back on your maker
I'm only tryna cater to the facts and sh*t I'm seein'
A lotta questionable sh*t, like the f*ck these nigg*s believe in?
But now, we don't figure the same
Your music is lifeless and your visuals lookin' like rituals and sacrifices
Makin' deals with the Devil in exchange to be the nicest
You're dead like your flesh was eaten by maggots and lices
Y'all witness the change, now nobody wanna be righteous
The days we live is dark, and unquestionably a crisis
The Devil tried to plant the fear from when we was in diapers
And some grew up possessed, staring in the Eye of Osiris
Now I know you see this sh*t while you sit and wonder what happened
It's strange how nigg*s brandish devil worship like a fashion
The signs of the times, clouds from the heavens open
Where birds fall from the sky and fish die in the ocean
Now who you think you foolin'?
We're seein' the way you're movin'
I hope you take the time to start thinkin' about what you're doin'
You're playin' with a match that can grow into an inferno
Undescribable to burn when the fire's feelin' eternal
I hope you document this and write it down in your journal
And read it back to yourself while overcomin' your hurdles
Now trust me and be careful of who you let into your circle
'Cause the Devil f*cks a life and then breeds the puss* that's fertile
I know it's gettin' cold, you're fightin' the war eternal
Body decayin', turnin' all grey and blue, even purple
You portray a lotta sh*t with no rehearsal
But in life, we don't rehearse
What you do can come back and hurt you
And until then, my child of the devil to work through
Look at what you've become
And what the Devil gave birth to
And when it hits the fan, you be wonderin' where your folks went
The nigg*s that disappear when the science is kinda potent
I'm just buildin', I didn't mean to give an earful
Just carryin' out my duty, anybody just be careful (Be careful, be careful, be careful)

[Chris Rock:]
You nigg*s can't f*ck with the god, Busta Rhymes
You nigg*s can't f*ck with the god, Busta Rhymes
You hear me, nigg*s!?
You nigg*s can't f*ck with the god, Busta Rhymes
Do you understand!?
You nigg*s can't f*ck with the god, Busta Rhy-
Return, motherf*ckers!
You nigg*s can't f*ck with the god, Busta Rhy-
God MC!
You nigg*s can't f*ck with the god, Busta Rhy-
Baddest of all time!
You nigg*s can't f*ck with the god, Busta Rhy-
Brooklyn, nigg*!
You nigg*s can't f*ck with the god, Busta Rhymes
Go to school!
You nigg*s can't f*ck with the god, Busta Rhymes
You know you can't
You nigg*s can't f*ck with the god, Busta Rhymes
Oh, Extinction Level Event 2, biatch! (Biatch, biatch, biatch)

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