Busta Rhymes

Rhymes galore, rhymes galore
Rhymes galore, rhymes galore, rhymes galore
Rhymes galore, rhymes galore
This for the motherfuckers out there on some real hip-hop shit
Yo, yo yo, mayday mayday, mayday mayday
Walk barefoot on niggaz like Kunta Kinte
(So, what you say?) What is you doin you walkin this way
I burn you like I'm smokin a chalice with El Da Sensei
I be designin fashion like Mark Buchanan, yes I keep it slammin
Shit just be bangin just like a loose cannon!
BLAOW!! You better park, niggaz I spark
Niggaz like sharp niggaz I stay up rippin shit apart
Niggaz float over water like Noah's Ark, niggaz cover yo' face!
And don't get caught up in the scene when it get dark niggaz
UHH, excuses me Mrs.! Sure to hit you with the fitness
Give you niggaz the sickest, jumpin Jehovah Witness
Beamin in on niggaz plottin and schemin
And steady dreamin on how they gon' do they double-teamin..
Fuck the bullshit, my nigga it be best you know 'bout it
before you get secret indicted, make me SLAP a nigga lopsided!
Hold up, son listen it be so beautiful
when we catch you like a nigga sold us too much pharmaceuticals!
(Come and get it quick) When Busta Rhymes be up in the place
Those who don't like GO get the dick I'LL give you a taste!
Aiyyo you need to just focus on my earth tremblin rhymes
that got me fillin in by the million
Fucka yo' opinion! Dominatin like Kings Dominion
Leanin on niggaz like we on motorcycles pop a wheelie an'
Ay-aiyyo-yo, number one roman numeral
Completing the executional shit is usual