Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): Erick Sermon, Michael Archer
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CormegaFreestyle Lyrics:
Busta Rhymes, the place to be
Flipmode Squad, entirety
With the God, Cormega
No fucking deals, we gets biz like that
Stack bills, y'all niggas chill
One time, QB, yeah, my nigga Cormega
Busta Rhymes, real MC's
What the fuck, chill y'all niggas will watch
From above, up in the heavens
Busta Rhymes, and Cormega
It's about approximately seven o'clock
It gets busy while niggas is still riding the jock
Yeah, my gock, stay on cock
What the fuck you looking at black?
Relax, chill with all that
I'm saying though
It gets busy with the wild flow
Busta Rhymes, gets busy, and digging 40 below
While you shoveling snow
We freestyle and having a good time
Busta Rhymes, my nigga named Cormega
Let's have a seat and play a game of, uh
Sega Genesis, we gets busy from here to Nemesis
It comes through like this
While all them other niggas is diminishing and blemishing
We come through with the rhymes, and we still finishing
The whole show at the end of the night
Niggas don't feel right, niggas is moving uptight
Fuck the bullshit, I'm coming through my shit is out of sight
Play out in tomorrows, while niggas is driving fly cars
Motherfucker, we driving fat bottles at the bar
Niggas can't see me and the mega, is superstars
Now what the fuck is here, Busta Rhymes living legend, dairy
Cormega, it's very necessary, that we school niggas
Drop jewels on niggas, fools out of niggas
We play 'em like that, word is born
Guess we comes down like this
Have fun mega, show them niggas deal shit
Yo son, we need the silence
Yo, shit is real I can't escape the violence
In my sleep, I see jail cells in Gator Island
My greatest challenge, to analyze, like I'm weighing ounces
Lounging in a rover, on a Jamaican island
I kick the potent grammar, flow like, coke you bag up
I told my son in mart nine to blow your man up
My hand to hand soldiers, rep ill
If my words don't affect you, then death will
Mega Montana, for real, say hello to the bad guys
This Busta Rhymes, Mega shit is madd fly
And I keep my heater on standby
The nine millimeter shine, kill or be killed
You fuck me, you die, you fuck me, you die
You fuck me, you'll die, I don't trust a nine
But I love my nigga Busta Rhymes
Yeah, yeah, yeah, right through the door, the ambassador
Busta Rhymes will make all you niggas fall on the floor
Catch a heat stroke, Busta Rhymes is still provoke
Niggas will choke off my black smoke, what the fuck?
Niggas don't really want the noise, it's Busta Rhymes
I make noise for all the little girls and boys to enjoy when I speak
It's Busta Rhymes and I get down every single day of the week
Motherfuckers talk that bullshit, shit still sound weak
What the fuck you dealing wit?
Niggas is bustin' nuts all over your families
It's Busta Rhymes and I come through, and I defy gravities
Niggas can not see the technology
It's Busta Rhymes, my shit is advanced, take one chance
My shit is like CD's enhanced
It's a breakthrough, what the fuck is the deal?
My rhyme skill, is so ill, niggas better chill
Busta Rhymes coming through for real, Cormega
What up my nigga?
We had fun
Yeah, it's like that, you don't stop
Then we back niggas guns
Yeah, yeah, it's like that and you don't stop
My nigga Busta Rhymes kicking from the bottom to the top
In the studio live, me and my niggas lied
My and my nigga Busta rep'n since 9-5
'Cause 95, that's the year a nigga like me arrived
On the streets I was locked down, doing my time
I see my nigga Busta in the studio, he like yo
"Your shit is peace God", I'm like, "Peace, I like you too, bro"
Ever since then, we've been cool like Hennessey
And Remi, and rhyme is like extremity
I'm in the studio, kicking the rhyme again, I'm divine again
With my black notebook and ill fucking Heineken
My nigga motherfucker Busta, the Rhyme
Yo, shit is real God
Peace, love, divine
(Word is born)
It was a nice little moment, we just coming through breezing
Like sea breeze on niggas, no doubt
We throw niggas on grills and barbeque there ass
Real hot for the 9-7, Cormega back on the streets, nigga
What the fuck is the deal with all y'all?
Niggas getting a little sneak previews
On how the climate might change, fuck is the problem?
Stay focused before you miss out on the God
Violator family like, y'all niggas get familiar with it, aiight, chill
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