'Cause when I put rhymes in they minds yo For all y'all folks who were hopin' and wishin' and I can assault, tryin'a take my position Stop wishin', and
Hey, another one of them Flipmode joints Busta rhymes y'all, word mother y'all, check it out, y'all Just swing to the left, swing to the right Make ya
(Busta Rhymes) Yea I'm back to drive you crazy with that hottest shit in the streets No if's, and's, or maybe's Errbody gather around from here to little
Tri-lateral commission Berkowitz, Fizzy Wo', Bust-Down Every time I take a look, the only thing I see is (My live niggaz in the spot) Tell me what y'
Oh, I beg you, can I follow? Oh, I ask you, wanna always Be the ocean, where I unravel Be my only, be the water where I'm wading You're my river running
Don't pull your pants before I go down Don't turn away, this is my time Don't make demands, I don't take none Just say a prayer that it gon' get done
Front and back, you're on my mind, your name is in my ceiling And how I know, I know you're mine and for you are not leaving I hear your shouting, I feel
I know places we can go, babe I know places we can go, babe The high won't fail here, babe No, the high won't hurt here, babe I know places we can go
My wounded rhymes make silent cries tonight My wounded rhymes make silent cries tonight And I keep it like a burning(?) I'm longing from a distance
Eyes wide shut and mouths still feel The needle in my back Cutting through my veins and spirit Making me relax I can't tell if I am living Or just holding
Hover, hover, straight to my head The riches are dry of living the lie And bringing trouble, trouble back in my bed Where nobody can save me 'cause the
Come down from where you are and get down We are what we are, now we are found Till the sun of the prison, the guns We've taken all our vows, we are find
Once again it's happening All this love is unrequited Twice the pain, the suffering All my love is unrequited All my love is unrequited That must mean
ten times you be bleedin' the analogy is clear To all of my peers, I'm a muh'fuckin' vet Don't mean to disrespect, 'cause I write rhymes, I write checks
Yo, yo, yo Yo, yo, yo Yo, yo, yo My rhymes create life like the birds an' the bees Make Funk Master Flex say, ?Yo, I'm feelin' these? Flows make you
DJ Scratch, you sick for this one Woo, come on, New York we back, Swizzy If you from New York, stand up, right now If you from New York, stand up, right
[Busta Rhymes Talking] [Busta Rhymes:] I'm nice with the lead peel your edges like slices of bread percise, become a poltergeist, stickin knives inside
I'll tell you something, baby, that's a fact Never see a horse, with a luggage rack All your money, your hard earned pay It don't mean shit, bloody hell