Busta Rhymes - Woo-Hah! Got You All In Check

Intro/outro 2x: busta rhymes (and odb singin some crazy stuff)

Y’alllll y’alllll y’alllll, y’all
Y’alllll y’alllll y’alllll, y’all
Y’alllll y’alllll y’alllll, y’all
Y’alllll y’alllll y’alllll, y’all

Chorus: busta rhymes, ol dirty bastard

The flip mode is the squad that controls your set
Woo-hah!! got you all in check

We on some outta state shoot like you watch star trek
Woo-hah!! got you all in check

You better keep my music bangin till it disconnect
Woo-hah!! got you all in check

Architects gettin money let me cash my check
Woo-hah!! got you all in check

Verse one: busta rhymes, ol dirty bastard

Busta rhymes up in the place with the oh-dee-bee
Busta rhymes you rhyme (dirty) whaaaat? (you rhyme after me)
The oh-dee-bee was nominated for a grammy
Congratulations bust with your solo elllllll-peeeh!!!
Puttin scratches in my lyrics like my name was kid capri
Blow up the spot, regardless of your nationality
And I’m the dirty dawg can’t uh (nuhzza uhzza nizza uh!) with meeee? ? ?
Took mariah on a fantasy!! yo
I had a wet dream that I was ------ jody wately
Doin wild shzz a nuh ain’t allowed to see
But we about to blow up the spot momentarily
Woo-hah!! ran stupid all throughout the country
And for youse to kill me? that wasn’t meants to be
I know it feel good muthafuh want the recipe!!
And whose the vigilante, in the place to be
The oh-dee-bee
Busta rhymes real quality!
My top philosophy, is to be the, volunatarily
Nuh, that rip your ass for free, ha-hah-hah, hah!

Intro/outro 1/2

Ohh baby I like it ra www, get with me!
Baby it’s frrrrrrreal ecstasy!
Yo ev-ery-time I design a flow, you see in 3d
Flow listening to me
Knock a nuh out, one two three!

Chorus

Interlude: ol dirty bastard

Dibby dabby dibbi dah, then I pass a lot
Let me get more hot, represent the spot
A mad squad when it comes to the art of rappin
I gotta keep your hands clappin
When you look at me, the type of guy I be
I’m a dirty dancer, making girlies panties move
Let them fly so I can blast up the duh
Girlies watch sayin "god, stop getting me hot!"

Verse two: busta rhymes, ol dirty bastard

May I talk shhh, yo kill the yappin
Word is bond baby, tell me how you look so smashin
Now I got your head hurt, you need an aspirin
Bashin your head in the wall, time for some action!
If you want a small piece well here’s a fraction
Of shhh that will bust your head quick, peep the transaction
Of how we keep muthafuh constantly crashin
They flyin with, think no shifts, now whose the champion?
I bring the wicked flow, like the latest fashion
Satisfaction baby keep your camera flashin

I was bust in the sperm cells mixed with old gold
Funkest mode, ’fore-you-should-list.., some go
Played for a wild irish rose
Bad uh nuh slam buh with no clothes
In the backseat of a ’back sixty-nine oldsmoz
Are your soles and toes in the windows? oh my, huh, zzzoom
Hey believe me when I say so
You’re in need ofarealnigc-ka-ka-ka-crambole

Chorus

Intro/outro

Busta Rhymes - Coming Off

Yo, everytime I mc I’m coming off
Yes it’s coming back to me

The b-u-s-t-a, hey!! yo when I mc I’m coming off
Yes it’s coming back to me
(repeat 3x)

The b-u-s-t-a, hey!!

Salute in sight/site, or get caught in the crossfire
Crush and trip the circuits, my niggaz is haywire
For sure corny nigga your time will soon expire
Retire cause your name ain’t no longer on the flyer
You abuse your every blessing, go say another pray-er
Still on the first floor, I take you a level higher
Your miss o’hara a la sweater smear off your mascara
Can’t take the heat, switch to eyeline, yo call sara
Rhymes penetrate the flesh and effect the bone marrow
Your dry spell flows sound like they stranded in de sahara
Smoke bombs, salute all my niggaz who smoke charms
Let’s take it to the garden or fields and smoke out the fat farms
Od’ing on the beat like the needles up in my arm
Then I whip your ass if you do not listen just like your moms
When I count to five, by the time I open my palm
I’ma fuck you up, like the united states got by vietnam
I go...

Yo, everytime I mc I’m coming off
Yes it’s coming back to me

The b-u-s-t-a, hey!! yo when I mc I’m coming off
Yes it’s coming back to me
(repeat 3x)

The b-u-s-t-a, hey!!

Rhyme flows cause damage on niggaz that’s unforgiven
Faggot must be getting dick in the ass yo, how ya livin?
You must been driven two up your ass when you was in prison
Up in the streets frontin like you hardcore, that’s done forbidden
Everytime I bomb this be predictions from nostradamus
Busta rhymes to fan bombs on your head and that’s a promise
The one thing that seems to be funny yet never stated
Is that I been creatin shit niggaz think they originatin
My displays make you feel like you need some x-rays
My music make y’all celebrate like important holidays
We got to break fool tactics and carry on with tradition
Whippin in the tahoe, and we wild in the exhibition
Wild bend your mindstate, smash your transmission
With no permission, you crossed the line and catch a whippin
Before I wash y’all niggaz down like liquid detergent
Watch the flame before I overcook shit, and start the burnin
So, watch me turn it on y’all niggaz that try to learn it
Gotta work to earn it, can’t come in without a permit
So hot, the wicked shit soundin so official
Little whistles sign with the blast of my scud missile
Pass the peas international paper stackin g’s
Overseas please you drivin nothin, pass the keys
Get subdued, watch me shoot dope, y’all know my attribute
Huh, make y’all niggaz jump with no parachute, like

Yo, everytime I mc I’m coming off
Yes it’s coming back to me

The b-u-s-t-a, hey!! yo when I mc I’m coming off
Yes it’s coming back to me
(repeat 3x)

The b-u-s-t-a, hey!!

Busta Rhymes - Party Is Goin On Over Here

Yo, ever since Jimmy Crack Con
Rockin′ on ever since the day I was born
Yes we get busy whenever we have to perform
Shaking your tooshie making your pussy get warm
Ha ha ha until all you niggas is gone
I be hittin′ until the morning got you callin′ my storm
Bounce my niggas, bounce my bitches (Bounce baby!)
With the shit that do really have all you niggas going crazy
Suffer from headrushes while niggas be smoking dutches
Bitches be gettin′ all in and they rippin′ they pants crutches
Wiggle they belly buttons
Ay, wait a minute I wanna get all in it
Long as my shorty with it
You know I′m comin′ to get it
Doin′ it to you makin′ you really wonder who said it
Swelling your melon while you yellin′
Now check out the credit
Giving it to you makin′ you gimme back more
(Coming through too!)
Yes and we be kickin′ down your door
Keepin′ it raw my nigga

Chorus:
All my bitches right in the front sayin′ "Aahh"
All my bitches way in the rear sayin′ "Aahh"
Party is goin′ on over here (Say what?)
Party is goin′ on over here (Say what?)
All my niggas right in the front sayin′ "Ho!"
All my niggas right in the rear sayin′ "Ho!"
The party is goin′ on over here (Say what?)
Party is goin′ on over here (Say what?)
All my people up in the place sayin′ "Ho!"

Let me just hear you some more
Tell me what you lookin′ for
Told all of y′all already I ain′t gonna tell you no more
Hittin′ you off makin′ you niggas blast off!
With some shit that′ll be tearing your ass off
Keppin′ it comin′, keepin′ it movin′, keepin′ you wylin′
We gettin′ this paper let′s keep the cheddar stacking and piling
And now we happy and smiling cause now we living good
Doin′ it is how we be movin′ it in the hood
Wishing you could fuck around with me and my niggas
How we double and wyle
And double our bitches double our figures
Turnin′ you out
Run from my niggas (No doubt!)
Keepin′ it blazing make all my bitches all shout
Then I hit with the new make you take off your see-through
While you peekin′ around the corner baby I see you!
Tell me what you gon′ do
I′m sayin′ now I′m gon′ have you wylin′ until your ass drop
Hit me off, yes now let me take it to the top
We never stop my nigga

Chorus:
All my bitches up in the front sayin′ "Aahh"
All my bitches up in the rear sayin′ "Aahh"
Party is goin′ on over here (Say what?)
Party is goin′ on over here (Say what?)
All my niggas up in the front sayin′ "Ho!"
All my niggas up in the rear sayin′ "Ho!"
The party is goin′ on over here (Say what?)
Party is goin′ on over here (Say what?)
All my people up in the place sayin′ "Ho!"

Busta Rhymes - We Goin To Do It To Ya

Aiyyo Mega′ gimme some of that barefoot jungle shit
and let me shake a leg nigga! (Megahertz)

Let′s give it to ′em
Yo, let′s give it to ′em
Yo, let′s give it to ′em
Busta Bust, let′s give it to ′em
Flipmode, let′s give it to ′em
Check it

[Verse One]
Ever felt the fire burn like this (burn like this)
You shocked that I′ve returned like this
Stern like shit′ll make you firm like this
C′mon, while we make the bitches yearn like this
Pearl white shit′ll make the world hype quick
and earl like knowin I′m bonin your girl like this
Act sweet (BOY) nigga we pack heat so (BACK BOY)
Stack money like a Backstreet Boy
Track sheet, never whack, bitches hittin in my back seat
Love my flick up in the Black Beat boy
So move your black feet boy, make bitches bounce to this
Don′t let me have to let the mac speak boy
Track meet boy, hundred meter dash, straight to the trash
You corny rhymin on them whack beats boy (C′MON)
And you know we rock on and on
And make the bitches wanna bounce, all night long and
And to my gettin money niggaz keep ballin (c′mon)
You know we bout to take it to the next mornin

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Get your big ass on the floor!
You know we goin′ do it to ya (alright)
You know we goin′ do it to ya (alright)
You know we doin′ do it to ya (alright) nigga

Get your big ass on the floor, C′MON!!

[Verse Two]
The Range Ro′ and everything you see is paid fo′ nigga, c′mon
Change flow and then we lay low
Chase mo′ money, fuck I wanna waste dough fo′
Stack peso, big money know my small money
probably bigger than your WHACK payroll
Money get your hands off of me...

Busta Rhymes - Everthing Remains Raw

Word up, let me just fuck with your mind, please
Aiy! Aiyyo-yo-yo, yo! Let me fuck up your mind
On time, showin, you the, rhythm
as I get wreck and get raw
Yeah I be the man, comin off, that be raw
It′s Busta Rhymes givin you much more
So...

Yo y′all (y′all) one more time I come
Knucklehead flow that make you act REAL DUMB
Yo (yo), I burn your food like Florence
Run up in your crib like my name was search warrants
Shut your mouth nigga don′t you complain
Fix you up, mix you with cut like pro-caines
Ooh!! Insane to your brain
Right on your subconscious, I leave my SHIT stain
I be the mostest with rhyme overdoses
Hot stepping over shit like Ini Kamoze′s
Sick lyrics like multiple sclerosis
Focus, while I display flows ferocious
Weak niggaz just fall and keep tumbling
Distribute lyrics like I′m hand to hand herb hustling
Hardcore like Quick Draw McGraw
Fuck what you heard you ain′t heard this before

I make sure everything remains raw [4X]

Yo, when I step in the place I leave damages
Nuff bandages on pussy from miscarriages
Yo, watch me bring the newest recipe
Fuck you up quick and condemn you all with leprosy
Let me hit you with flows, that come various
Hahh, send you home and make you lie bout your alias
Ha-ha, niggaz can′t see my routine
When I round up my Flipmode niggaz and get cream
Hey, you! You know what the fuck I mean
Now I′m on the scene, stepping through like Mean Joe Green
Now I′m making you feel the extreme
Till I black you out then turn on my real high beam
Oh shit, now I got your brains fried
Once you inhale smoke from my flow, CARBON MONOXIDE!
Use your imagination, let me take you higher
Rain hail snow earthquakes, Earth Wind & Fire
Yo, hit the dirt, get on the floor
I′m that outlaw nigga living right next door
You should just roll out the red carpet
All movin targets, I got you open like supermarkets
(Word up, word up) Yo yo, there′s only five years left
While niggaz is scared to death they breathe they last breath
Days of my Life goes on, word is bond
I make you feel my proton, neutron, and electron
Yo, I be the number one icon
Word to the holy Qu′ran, I rock on and on
On and on, hey, on and on and on
You won′t understand when I form Voltron
Hahahaha, everything remains raw

[in background:] I make sure everything remains raw [7X]

Word is bond, niggaz don′t really understand shit
Niggaz don′t motherfuckin know y′all, hahah
Flipmode is the motherfuckin Squad y′all, hahah
I make sure everything remains raw, hahah
Word is bond, niggaz don′t know the real shit
There′s only five years left! Word is bond
Niggaz don′t know though
There′s only five years left! Hahah
Remember that nigga, all you, remember that
There′s only five years left! Hahaha

Busta Rhymes - We Got Cha Opin (Part 1)

(rah-digga)
I be the worst like nick
To all them mc thugs
Like them 4 little kids
And the teacher gettin plugged
I don’t give a fuck style
Tell me come jiggy
I rock kix and swishees
Coppin moet wit 2 counterfeit 50’s
What?
Dirty girl rhyme spit mucous
Speech uncoothe
And raise the roof like lukas
12 years done rocked through all phases
Watch your peeps scream the bitch was the blazest

(spliff starr)
Niggas run they mouth about my click
Not smart
I bust your bloodclot
Then drop you upon the sidewalk
(chi-chi-chi-blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a vicious blow
You know my style
Spliff the foul
Through your stereo
Spliff starr ignorant immigrant
I’m gettin it
Money, fast car, fine broads, what
I’m hittin it (that’s right)
Raw shit I’m spittin it
At you and yours
Make you feel the pain nigga
Like the dick to your balls
Thug blood fluid
Pumpin in the face of my music
Drop the street shit
Watch the whole world rock to it
Nigga squad!!!

(baby sham)
Squad had em opin
Had his bitch scopin
Sittin by the bar
Sippin heinken’s totein
Pinky rings glowin
Triple beams to the club
My man is half thug
Giving me pound and holdin grudge
Feelin my shit
So I can put a lock on your clik
Your style is past tense
Hold on, hold on
You just started rappin
Ever since you heard the shit
We fuckin wit it’s platinum
Slow your growth
Stop the show
Go at you both
Hit you with more bars than soap
Sham is the name
Feelin invain
Fiendin for dope
(buckshot)
Yeah, you know we got cha opin!!!

Hook:
Don’t front, you know we got cha opin kid
Don’t front, you know we got cha opin kid
Don’t front, you know we got cha opin kid
Don’t front, you know we got cha opin kid
Don’t front, you know we got cha opin kid
Yo, stop frontin, you know we got cha opin kid
Don’t front, you know we got cha opin kid
Stop frontin, you know we got cha opin kid

(ramoage)
Niggas made me mad
And now I wanna clap shit (uh)
I reign supreme in this muthafuckin rap shit
I lost my mind
I can’t get it back
The way that I’m spittin, yo
I spit ya fuckin wig back
Don’t front, my squad got you opin
Hit you with a buck fifty
Here’s a token
Ramp is smokin
I’m no joke and
I leave your face broken
This is survival of the fittest
Get wit us
All you critics and bullshitters
My nine goes bang
I’m talkin street slang
I’m reppin flipmode
Plus I’m doing my thang
On the side
We won’t let it ride
Nigga don’t hide

(lord have mercy)
Landlord innovator
Switch lanes no indicator
The general, cash generator
Master and saviour
Nigga stay massive in nature
When tooth shatter ya die bone
In the savage cyclone of cops, sirens, and cases
Who read the Bible for basics?
When I’m crooked eye with rivals
Horizontal in god’s places
Suspicious of all
Now who dat? ? ?
Quick on the draw
Lick a paw
For loved ones blood runs cold in the winter wars
Check the criminal thoughts
Villains warp with the invisible force
Know the ledge
Stay focused like photo lens
And spread wings like cobra heads
Till I’m old and dead

(busta)
Hot shit, toxic
You know we blocks shit
Traffic in the streets system
All in your jeep knocks shit
Julio for no reason back the fifth
And he cocks it
Rock shit, we make niggas mad
And wanna pop shit
Massive and attractive
Niggas is captive
Chemotherapy needed
Lyrics radioactive
When I hit hard
It get my dick hard
In my backyard
Analyze the stars
On how to defeat all odds
In a new zone
I’m on a new phone
Make most of the wackest rapper niggas
Wanna find a new home
Like rasco jeans
My style flip two-tone
Pass my blue chrome
Here’s one of the best of busta rhymes own
My debut made you
Wonder who
Shit blazes so much
You wish you could play out
So you could blaze, too
Before I shout you
Or give reason to doubt you
I study shit and re-analyze everything about you
My rhymes on the preserve
Niggas know we deserve
Everything up in your stash and in the reserve
Fuck that!!!
Hook up all my lyrics on the echos and the re-verbs
Never fuck with these herbs
My squad remains superb

(buckshot)
(heh) walkin thru the streets
Undercovers follow us, stress
Muthafuckas on the regular to bust
Trust us
We don’t get enough
Nigga wha-what?
Dirty baggy jeans
Black napsack with something for ya gut
Wooly-type skully
Fully strapped, black bulletproof, and match
Quick,
Whip up a batch
Of bullets to blow up the map
Shit
Collapse, perhaps doing this in the raps
In the long time, ya trapped
Buck make em react
God verse attack
Let em know the moon is still black
And it’s a fact...

Don’t front, you know we got cha opin, kid
Don’t front, you know we got cha opin, kid
Don’t front, you know we got cha opin, kid
Yo stop frontin, ya know we got cha opin
Don’t front, you know we got cha opin, yo
Don’t front, you know we got cha opin, kid
Don’t front, you know we got cha opin, kid
Yo stop frontin, you know we got cha opin

Huh, word life
Mad niggas opin
Yeah, word life
Flipmode, muthafuckin buckshot
Mad niggas scopin
Buck to ya brain!!!!!

Busta Rhymes - We Got Cha Opin (Part 2)

(Rah-Digga)
I be the worst like Nick
To all them mc thugs
Like them 4 little kids
And the teacher gettin plugged
I don′t give a fuck style
Tell me come jiggy
I rock kix and swishees
Coppin moet wit 2 counterfeit 50′s
What?
Dirty girl rhyme spit mucous
Speech uncoothe
And raise the roof like Lukas
12 years done rocked through all phases
Watch your peeps scream the bitch was the blazest

(Spliff Starr)
Niggas run they mouth about my click
Not smart
I bust your bloodclot
Then drop you upon the sidewalk
(Chi-chi-chi-Blow!!!)
Hit ya ass wit a vicious blow
You know my style
Spliff the foul
Through your stereo
Spliff Starr ignorant immigrant
I′m gettin it
Money, fast car, fine broads, what
I′m hittin it (that′s right)
Raw shit i′m spittin it
At you and yours
Make you feel the pain nigga
Like the dick to your balls
Thug blood fluid
Pumpin in the face of my music
Drop the street shit
Watch the whole world rock to it
Nigga Squad!!!

(Baby Sham)
Squad had em opin
Had his bitch scopin
Sittin by the bar
Sippin Heinken′s totein
Pinky rings glowin
Triple beams to the club
My man is half thug
Giving me pound and holdin grudge
Feelin my shit
So I can put a lock on your clik
Your style is past tense
Hold on, Hold on
You just started rappin
Ever since you heard the shit
We fuckin wit it′s platinum
Slow your growth
Stop the show
Go at you both
Hit you with more bars than soap
Sham is the name
Feelin invain
Fiendin for dope
(Buckshot)
Yeah, you know we got cha opin!!!

Hook:
Don′t front, you know we got cha opin kid
Don′t front, you know we got cha opin kid
Don′t front, you know we got cha opin kid
Don′t front, you know we got cha opin kid
Don′t front, you know we got cha opin kid
Yo, stop frontin, you know we got cha opin kid
Don′t front, you know we got cha opin kid
Stop frontin, you know we got cha opin kid

(Ramoage)
Niggas made me mad
And now I wanna clap shit (Uh)
I reign supreme in this muthafuckin rap shit
I lost my mind
I can′t get it back
The way that I′m spittin, yo
I spit ya fuckin wig back
Don′t front, my squad got you opin
Hit you with a buck fifty
Here′s a token
Ramp is smokin
I′m no joke and
I leave your face broken
This is survival of the fittest
Get wit us
All you critics and bullshitters
My nine goes bang
I′m talkin street slang
I′m reppin Flipmode
Plus I′m doing my thang
On the side
We won′t let it ride
Nigga don′t hide

(Lord Have Mercy)
Landlord innovator
Switch lanes no indicator
The general, cash generator
Master and saviour
Nigga stay massive in nature
When tooth shatter ya die bone
In the savage cyclone of cops, sirens, and cases
Who read the bible for basics?
When I′m crooked eye with rivals
Horizontal in God′s places
Suspicious of all
Now who dat???
Quick on the draw
Lick a paw
For loved ones blood runs cold in the winter wars
Check the criminal thoughts
Villains warp with the invisible force
Know the ledge
Stay focused like photo lens
And spread wings like Cobra heads
Till I′m old and dead

(Busta)
Hot shit, toxic
You know we blocks shit
Traffic in the streets system
All in your jeep knocks shit
Julio for no reason back the fifth
And he cocks it
Rock shit, we make niggas mad
And wanna pop shit
Massive and attractive
Niggas is captive
Chemotherapy needed
Lyrics radioactive
When I hit hard
It get my dick hard
In my backyard
Analyze the stars
On how to defeat all odds
In a new zone
I′m on a new phone
Make most of the wackest rapper niggas
Wanna find a new home
Like Rasco jeans
My style flip two-tone
Pass my blue chrome
Here′s one of the best of Busta Rhymes own
My debut made you
Wonder who
Shit blazes so much
You wish you could play out
So you could blaze, too
Before I shout you
Or give reason to doubt you
I study shit and re-analyze everything about you
My rhymes on the preserve
Niggas know we deserve
Everything up in your stash and in the reserve
Fuck that!!!
Hook up all my lyrics on the echos and the re-verbs
Never fuck with these herbs
My squad remains superb

(Buckshot)
(Heh) Walkin thru the streets
Undercovers follow us, stress
Muthafuckas on the regular to bust
Trust us
We don′t get enough
Nigga wha-what?
Dirty baggy jeans
Black napsack with something for ya gut
Wooly-type skully
Fully strapped, black bulletproof, and match
Quick,
Whip up a batch
Of bullets to blow up the map
Shit
Collapse, perhaps doing this in the raps
In the long time, ya trapped
Buck make em react
God verse attack
Let em know the moon is still black
And it′s a fact...

Don′t front, you know we got cha opin, kid
Don′t front, you know we got cha opin, kid
Don′t front, you know we got cha opin, kid
Yo stop frontin, ya know we got cha opin
Don′t front, you know we got cha opin, yo
Don′t front, you know we got cha opin, kid
Don′t front, you know we got cha opin, kid
Yo stop frontin, you know we got cha opin

Huh, word life
Mad niggas opin
Yeah, word life
Flipmode, muthafuckin Buckshot
Mad niggas scopin
Buck to ya brain!!!!!

Busta Rhymes - Trains, Planes & Automobiles

[dinco d]
It was a nice sunny day until the heat we fell victim
Sex on our minds while I was in her system
Girls with them beatiful, fellas the same
A freak said "hi" and we all yelled "train!"
So we continue on our mission to get some poonanie!
The girl we just met is not worth the money!
She’s just hot and ready to serve
Three cool swell brothers who had the nerve
To approach her, throat her, along with the action
She said it’s cool making love in this fashion

Trains, planes, and automobiles
It’s all in the same it’s how the wheels turn (repeat 2x)

[charlie brown]
Engine number one! (yes engine number two? )
Yo tell me what’s the problem! (don’t you think you can solve them? )
Of course I can (I know you can) we know you can!
So I prepare to make a dance to prove that I’m the man
At first she said "i’m not with the amtrak"
Gently I convinced her to lay upon her back
All aboard! the brothers coming in, I heard the jigga jigga
So let the fun begin
She got to ride the shotgun dropping off next stop!
On and on, but it still ain’t enough
I guess it’s left up to engine number three
(to get what? ) what? to get aboard those

Trains, planes, and automobiles
It’s all in the same it’s how the wheels turn (repeat 2x)

[busta rhymes]
Got on the train and rode the express (yeah rode the express)
? ? ? in the clit of pure bliss
Slim trim, that’s what I want to get hitting (some trim)
And knock the boots off of the slim thing, where did you get in?
>from the jeep counter and that was it
She felt against my skin, so once I was ready to begin
To blow up the engine (engine)
A let my best friends ride on the train
(the train!) the train (the train!)
The ch-ch-ch-ch-ch train! c’mon, c’mon

[interlude from grandmaster flash’s "superrappin’"]
Huh! take the train, take the train, take the train!
Huh! take the train, take the train, take the train!
It was a party night and every was breaking
The eyes was screaming and the bass was shaking
And it won’t be long til everybody knows
That (milo’s) on the beatbox, knowing that (milo’s) on the beatbox!
Knowing that (milo’s) on the beatbox. gooooooooing...
And, and, and, and, sha-nah-nah!

Get ’em up, move ’em in, get ’em out, move ’em out!
Trains, plane, and automobiles
Get ’em up, move ’em in, get ’em out, move ’em out!
Trains, plane, and automobiles

[dinco d]
As I return on my return trip
I had to roll and make this girl flip
So I said, "fellas? " (yeah? )
Should I do it like this? (no!) like that? (no!)
Then why is she yelling "go dinco go!"
Sweating the pain off, letting it drain off
Feeling relaxed as my thing went soft
Never the measure, this is the pleasure
Are you gonna ride again?

[charlie brown]
Yo, never!
Never I’ll take your advice
But let me get off my rock, homeslice
Time was just not on my side
Hour after hour it was a long ride
Thinking how I got in so deep
My lolipop shop just would not sleep
Rocking the body in and out like a party
Screaming and creaming, "come on charlie!"
Cause (charlie says!) I love to rock the body
(charlie says!) it really rings a bell
(charlie says!) I love to rock the house now
Yo busta rhymes throw down!

[busta rhymes]
The train was worth the long trip
I threw the rough rider with the broad hip
Plugged it in and broke the backbone
Like sea to the salt, yo, players grow
Just by adding a little bit of fluid
Busta rode endless to the cut is chewing
Riding and riding, slipping and sliding
The bulletproof board is a ? ? ? combining
In the calm invasion of me and you
One plus one, it equals two
After I did what I had to do
Then subtracted me and I jetted on you, honey
You, yeah you, baby

Busta Rhymes - Things We Be Doin′ For Money (Part 2)

[Rampage]:

Yo, it′s 3:25 in the morning
My baby mom still yawning
Kiss my little daughter on the forehead
′Nuf said, beeper goes off
Five hundred, it′s Busta Bust
In God We Trust another one bites the dust
[Busta]:

Hey Ramp, fuck that!
I was ′bout to see this cat
Some niggas pulled up in a black suburban jumped out the back
Tried to put it on me while we fighting over the gat
The way them niggas tried to play me son, them niggas is wack
Aeiyo, Ramp, yo, you know it′s only right to react
Call the whole squad, let′s lay these niggas down - face flat
Aeiyo, Bust, chill, calm down
I′ll be there in twenty minutes
Uptown 1-51 at St. Nick
I′m there quick
I tell my baby mom I got′s to go
I walked out the do′ then grabbed the two nines out the flo′
Driving through South, yo, we takin′ niggas war
Still on the run
Always running for cover when its necessary
I′m out numbered for now
But all that shit is temporary
Fuck with the wrong clik, the way we get down
If your violatin′, leavin you lost, you never be found
Number whatever on missing persons
Any minute them niggas gon′ feel blast of my squads gats bursting
I through the tri-borough bridge
In my fat land with my two nines and my mans
I′ma second from the spot
I cross the street from the parking lot
My trigger finger is hot
I′m seeing Bust in a phone booth
Niggas on the roofs
Spiff Star is in the range
The atmosphere change
Lord′s in the forerunner with machin

Busta Rhymes - Fuck That (Get Off My Block Interlude)

[Spliff Star (Busta Rhymes)]
("What?") "Check it, what, ha. ("Noooooo!") Ha! Ha-ha, ha!
("Hey!") Yeah."
("I don′t care! What?! What?! Uhhh...")

It′s the musical felon, the black John Lennon
who keep the gat between the brief and the denim
The way the world is headed, I can see how it′s endin′
but I′m gonna get this paper from now to armageddon
My mental′s too strict, my squad is too thick,
I fucked up and slipped but I quickly caught a grip
Since my man put me on, ("Eh-heh.") I took another route
I′m wreckin′ shows you know from here to over South
Them mothafuckas know exactly talkin′ about
Spliff Star, see me on MTV
Fuck that! I′m comin′ to gain on Soul Train
Now I′m gettin′ paid like that nigga Damon Wayans
Fuck that! No more stress on the brain!
Fuck that! No more sellin′ cocaine!
I′m out there, I′m out there on the radio
Catch me in the video doin′ my thing
Still smokin′ crucial bang
Just came off my P-O ("Yo!")
I′m in my basement writin′ ′nough flow
That′s right, my fuckin′ brain′s open
Got you jealous niggas on the sides slopin′
Smell the weed I′m totin′
It′s stink like skunks, I′m beatin′ down you punks
Now shut the fuck up! ("′K up! ′K up! ′K up...")

[Busta Rhymes]
"Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo, what the-what the fuck is goin′ on in my shit?! Ayyo,
Spliff Star! How the fuck you up in my shit, got your fuckin′ songs on my LP,
nigga? Nigga, we know your shit comin′ out in ′98, mothafucka! Have patience!
Mawfucka tryin′ to bogart space on my LP..."

Busta Rhymes - Daily Reminder

Day in. day out. (out)
Day in. day out. (out)
Day in. day out. (out)
Day in. day out. (out)

Verse 1:dinco d
They got my brother locked down in connecticut.
Confederate "dЎ± we can better it.
But yo, I’m illiterate to the little bits.
Until the fat pigs billys bent philly.
Scent when way I went rent make
Me think dip dy dip to the socialize
Of americal not america mer
Medler rich peddler "hold upЎ±
Which ways up whatever high
Heather by bush push push push in
The bush mop drop the pains.
In ink a document approximate
It’s a quarter to cut throat headless
Hole bedless tall I figure factor.
Crack the smack police man better be
Strap step step yep it’s a hit hit.
Run run, ha hon it’s another father’s
Saw son from behind caught up in time. but my mind and his mind make all
Mind equal, but it’s a daily reminder.

Verse 2: busta rhymes
Escape from the killer tree, yes.
Everybody run and come follow me.
Sit back as I reach, and I come and attack.
Other forces trying to reveal my other
Sources, following my courses.
Fiding on the back of horse.
Trilly, trally, I dilly, dally my way.
Through the alley.
Remember that we will wreck from the east
All the way to cali.
To those that are hungry, come get a
Taste of this sound,
Hey people you know that we’re
Gonna get on down.
This is your daily reminder, so
Remember as we move right to the center,
You know we gonna be your number one
Contender.
As I capture through the rapture.
Subliminally undercover, yes my dome is
Chrome on the front of my album cover.
As I mention, people follow the ways of imperfection,
Float like suspension, oozing out of a pimple like infection.!
Hip-hop resurrection, at the drop of a quarter,
Drop another rhyme with a new order.
Come follow me, come follow me man,
Doing everything that I can so we could live a little better
If we only could remember.
As we find the original 3-ring binder
Rewinder the time back to the original daily reminder.

Verse 3: charlie brown
May I say the rythm will flow and then
You will know that’s it’s ok.i’m rippin’
And rhymin’ yes never the less everyday
Hysterical lyrical miracle l.o.ns., l.o.n.s.
Yes, yes, y’all y’all. yes yes, y’all y’all.
The boogie tie brown, the boogie tie brown,
My manifestation hits. the monitor milo always on the mix.
The capitalistic unrealistic move with tie.
Pitch in style step with tie rep and rec.
Flip to the vibe I bet girls river
Wet quiver yet don’t sweat. of course
To the source just move with the force.
Oof course across what do you know
People they got feeling p! ros jos! froze
1-1 2-2 3-3 4-4 coming stunning. 1 and million plus
We’re raw wanna make ’em live side to the side is doom and
There’ll be no more games like keepers or finders you’re
Taking off your binders ’cause it’s a daily reminder.

Day in. day out. (out)
Day in. day out. (out)
Day in. day out. (out)
Day in. day out. (out)

Busta Rhymes - Keep It Movin′

feat. Dinco, Milo, Charlie Brown

[Intro: Busta Rhymes]

Aiyo, where my niggas at?
Fuck, my niggas is at?
Where my Leaders Of The New School niggas is at?
Yo, aiyo C Brown, C Brown where the fuck you at, dun?
Aiyo Milo, Milo and the dance, where the fuck you at, nigga?
Aiyo aiyo Dinco, where you at, son?
Where the fuck my Leaders niggas is at, man?
Fuck man, I′m ready to grab my niggas
Them niggas need to go to blow or sometin

Keep it movin′, keep it movin′ (Runnin faster than the speed of a bullet)
Keep it movin′, keep it movin′ along, keep it movin′ along
(Has more rhymes than any other DJ that has craps)
Keep it movin′, keep it movin′ (Able to leap sucker MC′s in a single bound)
Keep it movin′, keep it movin′ (Look at the jam of the mic)
Keep it movin′ along, keep it movin′ along (It′s the L-the O-the N-the S)

[Verse 1: Dinco, Milo]

Three in this to grass it up like me
Besides TNT, see an N and BG
My visionary which is skippin on my D-O-G
I guess it was a S-O-S from G-O-D
Chaos has arisen interteller space souls (SOULS!)
Cellular, good ridance, like keypads wit ol′ bass
Third planet states while the rest of the world waits (WAITS!)
Joy to the world, meaning hell, snow and earthquakes
Participates, modulates
If comets were round plates, bitten names gates
For only those that ???? relates, case after case (CASE!)
Dinco′s on the next space
Movin strategically in the Solar System′s waste (RAHHH!)
Size 25, the lymph still be in place (HAHHH!)
Stretch and extending, for flexin is impending
It′s not mind-bending or *?refriending?* to keep remembering (HMMM!)
Cos everybody′s people gonna die, or believe (WOO-HOO!)
we dispense necessity, to shout and receive

KEEP IT MOVIN′ ALONG

People in the party, are you really feelin?
We ain′t seein eye-to-eye so you ain′t really seein (SEE!)
I be hippin all type of niggas, sayin fuck that nigga Blow
When they see me in the party, they better act like they know
YO, we connectin dots that makes spots hot
Uhh, to the beat′cha (Y′ALL!), ah ya don′t stop (STOP!)
Notice, how many groups can formulate then lose focus
With a lot of hocus pocus, concepts that sound bogus
I′m seein the world and all its different kind of poses (WOO!)
Crush you like roaches, that′s keepin the crowd movin (HAA!)
Mr and the dancers, who said "Culture consumin?"
Never face, he ????? ????? and strength
Cos I can terminate, like a dirty hypodermic needle
My vision′s clearer than the sights on an eagle
Stop them bustin high, bring the head back to my table
Don′t front, circle circle, dot dot, you catch your speed, not
Feel that, cos this type of vibe sounds done
(Far from the...., to the doe-run-run-run to the doe-run-run)
(YES!) Yes to the beat-boys and your ass accepted
Exclusive, L-O-N-S bringin the ruckus, wild aggressive

[Chorus:]

Keep it movin′ along, keep it movin′ along
Keep it movin′, keep it movin′, keep it movin′
Keep it movin′ along, keep it movin′ along

[Verse 2: Charlie Brown, Busta Rhymes]

Now don′t get me wrong, CHILL!!!
Let me out, no question, no doubt
????? god is a drought
I′ve come to wet the party like a tropical depression
????? mixed with scherm for this musical session
(STOP!) stressin, testin, second-guessin, who′s ′fessin?
Life is a lesson in disguise like a blessin
Blinkin, kickin, better back up chickens
The guns stun split, I keep it real, front *?worm?* (*?WORM!?*)
Cos I′m like a ???? hands therapeutic
Measurements, square, feet, and cubic
We′re all makin pennies off a record, so who needs the paper? (WHO?)
The man in Manhatten lampin in the skyscrapers
How much can a nigga take before he break fool?
I tell ya cool, with the New School
And the tool to examine my unorthodox pattern
From Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter and Saturn
and don′t forget Uranus, Neptune and Pluto
Flow deeper than the lava inside a volcano, bro
(Never snitch, never dominate
I′ll be wild, smokin drowsy)
Fuckin up my economics, is it rather ironic
Sippin gin, juice and tonic
Like Shawn Kemp with some hemp, super sound and sonic
Baby, above your head, below your feet and it still wimp
C-Boogie Brown, my shit is brilliant

Yah yah, yah (AHH!)
My shit be so ginamic
and I′ma take 4 steps and cross the whole Titanic
Better believe I (KEEP!) movin (OVER!) people ?????
You know my crew funk, bringin in full flaga′
Bringin it back like I′m fresh out the box, pair of broke ass 69ers
(IS THERE NUTTIN NEW?) All in the house so open up your blinders
Yo, I be the Moses takin poses
When the wine flows so beautiful like a large bouquet of roses

[Chorus:]

Keep it movin′ along, keep it movin′ along
Keep it movin′, keep it movin′

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]

Keep it movin now
No need to try to stop it, we gon′ wreck shit anyhow
Your, limitations is somethin I never will allow
When we bake the cake, I be that nigga that brings the icing
Disregard your whole identity and revoke your driver′s licence
You know I blast in your ass real fast
Got your bladder burning, desperate for a bathroom pass
My ????? like a Busta Rhymes statue made of grass
C′mon, hypnotise some ass, shit so hot, better jump in the water, nigga
(SPLASH!)
Breakin fools at parties like a ruckus sound class
Make a philly down the back and mix the weed with more hash
I will wash away your pain like Draino
Erupting like the angriest volcano, or the wickedest whirlwind and tornado
We stay up in the streets, cruisin, me and my whole crew, gotta.......

[Chorus:]

Keep it movin′ along
Keep it movin′, keep it movin′, keep it movin′
Keep it movin′ along, keep it movin′ along
Keep it movin′, keep it movin′, keep it movin′, keep it movin′
Keep it movin′ along, keep it movin′ along
Keep it movin′, keep it movin′, keep it movin′, keep it movin′
Keep it movin′ along, keep it movin′ along
Keep it movin′

[Outro:]

This one goes out
to the three brothers that I love the most, in memory of this song
My man Ratto, my man Big Joe, my nigga Love
Them niggas rest, most comfortable
Peace, L-O-N-S, forever

Busta Rhymes - Things We Be Doin′ For Money (Part 1)

Huh, yeah, fuck that,
Niggas go out to get it,
Niggas is out there holding until I see niggas,
Niggas is out there holding,
Starving nigga, fuck that, I′m a broke nigga,
And I gotta see any nigga out here holding something,
Fuck that.

Everyday, me and my son stay scheming,
On how to maximise the level on day to day creaming,
While you remain faking,
Yo, I ain′t tolerating, no mistaking,
We on the move to study paper-making,
Round up the whole squad quick,
Plot the scheme with my niggas, get on some full clip bullshit,
Before I solidify manslaughter, my unit form on the streetcorner,
We suprise like fiends in disguise,
Laying for the right shit so I can receive another grand prize,
Greeting niggas like a homeless nigga,
The way it happened son, you′d never figure,
How the homeless nigga gun is much bigger,
Now give me everything you walking with and everything your man is holding,
Even the watch that got the platinum moulding,
And as the situation start unfolding,
You scared to death you little bitch, go ahead,
Report it stolen, see what happen...

(Crazy fighting going on, mad punches, smashed glass etc.)

Cocks drwan nigga, holding my dick,
Wilding for the night, splurging with my click from the fit,
Open like a motherfucker, itching and ready to do the next stick,
Get any my nigga Dit can pick,
What you said I said even if it causing bloodshed,
Getting paid for even if we robbing a fucking chickenhead,
Word to mother son, I ain′t fronting,
I′m taking everything I been always wanting,
So I continue to peep out, in the jam will be the most blidded,
Rob ′em in the corner bounce to the bar with they money and buy drinks with
it,
I stay on some real trife shit, test your life shit or even stab you on some
knife shit,
Fake it if you wanna fake it, if I see it, then I want it, then I take it,
Leaving niggas ass naked,
Sometime I know it seems so shocking,
How you the next victim to be listening of the sounds of a trigger cocking,
All in your ears, cold steel all against your face,
I feel your blood chilling, your heart racing at a rapid pace,
And if you thinking that′s strong,
I dare you even to flinch wrong, fuck around,
You feel the full five long,
The victim contemplating what to do,
Or how the fuck top get out of the situation that he′s going through,
This nigga tried to grab the gat, you know I started clapping,
Bet y′all niggas wanna know how the rest of the story happened...

Busta Rhymes - Everybody on The Line Outside

-busta rhymes verse-
Flipmode word bond
Flipmode coming word bond
Flipmode here word bond
Feel no fear word bond
Uh-uh-uh uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh uh-uh
1998 hot shit
Hitting you off baby you do it like this yo
Crazy maybey a nigga look shadey
Admire the nigga and let me shine baby
Shine my nickel 380 yo it’s all gravy
Never play me, follow orders you better obey me
Sisco and dance all in the discos
Crib show with alot of bitches from here to frisco
Yah-yay my nigga or yippe yai yo
Met a spanish chick I think her name is santiago
The way she blow I never been blowed before
Beyond a level where I could’nt take it no more
Put it on shorty then I bounce through the backdoor
She said hold on baby come here blaze it on the floor
Now I finish with that
Nigga give me my trap
Staking whole lot of money get me before I finish my rap
Think your shit don’t stink
Drunk crossed eyed nigga
Walk crooked still spilling your drink
Jam on!

-busta rhymes chorus-
Everybody’s on the line outside
Make you feel good make you come for the ride
Going do it to my people till your’re satisfied
Cant do it like this no matter how much you try
I know you want to wild out come inside
>from the left to the right lets coincide
All night flipmode coming open wide
Wave your hand up in the air until your hands get tired

-rampage verse-
Now I’m on charge
The party’s going down at the club mirage
Rampage I’m still large
Coming in the door with my flipmode squad
Vip pass flex on the blast
Honey’s in the corner yo I got to think fast
Play my game right if I want some ass
If I want to spend some cash, moet all night
Dont look at me wrong man your pokets ain’t tight
I got a rolly that’ll shine all night
This is that jam that make you ballers want to fight
And all you pretty ladies just wild for the night
Put your bottles in the air from your left to your right
Its rampage you can call me legendary
I drink alize with a little cranberry
I clear my throat
Got the flyest mink coat
I told you before yo I’m going for broke
Gebose

-repeat chorus-

-lord have mercy verse-
Rotate the club
Locate the love
Pulsate with the squeeze ass
Double g cans fatigue shafts
Out your league math
Jeeps crash dent like bean bags
New york city rub squishy touch and theme tags
Not a dollar to loose
Man let me hollar at you
Never head wobble with fool
Tomorrow was cruel to flock on the moon
La la bye messaging your crew
Travel at high speeds
No id
God on the move
Pardon me duke
Nationwide thick base collide
The gritty groove, smash fifty-two
And levitate your side
Who want it?
Your back weak running like athletes
Get on it
Huh blaze the streets with no warning
Andale andale my people move for the montary
Jack cheese collapse streets now put the john away
Put the john away, put the john away

-repeat chorus 2x-

-busta rhymes-
Yeah flipmode raw deluxe hot shit
1998 1999 year 2000
Say what lord have mercy
Say what rampage the last nigga
Say what busta rhymes the lyrical
Say what say what say what

Busta Rhymes - You Ain′t Fuckin′ With Me

Yea.. aiyyo Uncle Pat, turn up the beat just a lil′ more for me bruh
Yea.. [imitating the beat]
This sound like Frankenstein′s baby, yea

[Verse One]
Busta Rhymes! You know we live and in color (color)
Shit butter hot, but just a little mo′ gutter (gutter)
Smash shit regularly, word to my mother
Show love for the bitches and put it down for my brudda (brudda)
Hot butter funk make it rain, close the shutter - violate
Catch it from one of my bitches, boxcutter (cutter)
Ahh, articulate! Feels so great
that I can bless my niggaz with shit they appreciate (′ciate)
No jive y′all niggaz can take a nosedive
Shit so live bitches wanna give me a high five (five)
UNGHHH! Fuck it, it is a must we hold grands
Get with the program and fuck bitches who love to hold (hands)
Foul shit, way out of order
Fuck shit up leave bitches hot and sweaty drippin buckets of water (water)
Disorderly conduct, will erupt
When the live shit come on niggaz do what they wanna (wanna)
Aight bitches, now show yo′ asses

[Chorus]
The shit we droppin be sure to get y′all movin (get the fuck up)
We keep it poppin, feel how gangsta the loop is (we keep it boppin)
(we keep it gangsta muh′fucka)
And it ain′t no stoppin the way that we gon′ do this
Now what you want me to say? Say you ain′t fuckin with me-ahhhhhhh
(what the fuck, c′mon)

[Verse Two]
Huh, you see I got so much new hot shit stored
Got you givin me an award, floored a couple on the come up
Stretched a few, put ′em flat on they back
And laid ′em stiffer than a board, the way I make my niggaz applaud
My price tag, just to show up the shit
Might be somethin you can′t afford
Make you say the Lord is my shepherd, how...

Busta Rhymes - The Whole World Lookin At Me

Chorus 3x:
The whole world lookin′ at me
Watchin and waitin to see
If I fullfill my destiny

The whole world lookin′ at me
Uh, my interruption cause a major concussion
Dome piece swollen son you need a cup of Bufferin
Peep my post reduction, hey
Follow my instruction
Bounce back my repercussion
Cause mass destruction
Fuck around strain ya til ya plan malfunction
Sit cha ass down, hey
Bouncin out ta Flushin
Check extra P by the boom weed from a Russian
I remember when I used ta rhyme for extra nothin
I got so much ta offer every time I tell you somethin
I′ma bout ta drop it, you could never stop it
Let me quickly chop it
Still a lot of niggas analyze before profits
The rhyme at new gossip
Hold your head and shoulders yo I roll with evil holders
Dealin with the facts, I hold the silence in the folders
Did you know how to knock it from concussion into comas
Test shit, I pull your valve from out your breast kid
Mess with, shit like this after God blessed it

Chorus 2x

The whole world lookin′ at me
Uh, I′m bout to cause chaos steady bustin ya bra′s
Which to witch craft, my chemistry what cha say os
Fuck the bullshit
Livin in the zone of my renaissance
My squad stay formin like the Muslims down in Dames
Split ya fuckin frame like we raisin splittin cigars
I be workin wonders
My squad formin numbers
Christopher Columbus
Discover how you speed out swellin like you cumbus
My name be rollin thunders
My degrees multiply the heat more this summer
My flows got so much rhythm, substitute the drummer
Yo fuck that, focusin about the front runner
Who you think you is
You better stay protected
Walkin out the do

Busta Rhymes - Too Much on My Mind

Too much on my mind, just too much on my mind (repeat 4x)

[charlie brown]
My mind, ready to go, it’s time
I gotta gotta know, where I’m going in l-i-f-e
A constant headache for charlie b
But I take an asprin and sleep
For a bit, then I dream about making more hits
Wake up, it’s not funny
The rent is due and I don’t got the money
The landlord says "get out"
Sorry to hear that, no doubt
I work for a jerk that can’t understand
Pride and soul cause I’m a man
Minimum wage in the age of the future
Move too slow, damn, it might shoot ya
Make fools out of me and you
I sit relax and just continue
To (to) think (think) that there is
Just too much on my mind

Too much on my mind, just too much on my mind (repeat 2x)

[dinco d]
Got up this morning (too much)
Still sleepy and yawning (too much)
My stomach is growling (too much)
The bus is crowding (too much)
I told my boss I’m getting paid (too less)
So I quit, and sit with my last check
I go to the mall and can’t get fresh
For 99 dollars and 95 cents
Plus, I don’t want to hear it
There’s too much on my mind and I can hear it
Calling for the d-i-n-c-o
Here comes my girl, wait, I gotta go
Nah, I’m not running, I’ll just say no
And go and tell my homeboy jerell
He can’t spell but he knows, relief
(he can’t spell but he knows relief)

Too much on my mind, just too much on my mind (repeat 4x)

The mind is more delicate, more action than a predicate
You think of things that are never thought of and then settle it

Do this (do that) go here (go there)
It’s too much on my mind

The mind is more delicate, more action than a predicate
You think of things that are never thought of and then settle it

No money (no job) no home (no life)
It’s too much on my mind

Too much on my mind, just too much on my mind (repeat 4x)

[busta rhymes]
Aw baby, what a feeling, what a way to feel when you’re down and beat
You’re all by yourself in a little corner, no one to help you
Yo, it’s like this, you know sometimes you gotta stand up strong for self
Do the little things on your own
Strive hard, strive for perfection
And I’m a tell you one thing
Leaders of the new school, definitely gonna rule things
>from our beginning time, till forever, peace

Busta Rhymes - Wife In Law

[Jaheim]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah,
Yeah yeah yeah yeah...
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah...
Jah and Busta-Bus (Heh)
Jaheim and Busta baby (Heh)
Jah and Busta baby...

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah.. wife in law, my bitch for the triflin whore
Type of bitch to make a nigga get the right things for
Bitch sexy, and beautiful, and gangsta, and golden
Love to fuck a nigga till the pussy dry and swollen
My lil′ bitch had a figure like a wine glass
Slim bitch stackin like a muhfucker with a fine ass
Word to mother; bitch nasty like me
Love to fuck a nigga in places where people could see
The bitch send a chill like cold freezin a nigga
The way she holdin and bitin and suckin and squeezin a nigga
Down and dirty bitch never dick teasin a nigga
Got her own paper and focused on pleasin a nigga
She ain′t out for gettin a nigga or fuckin my life
She only wanna fuck a nigga while he fuckin his wife
There was nuttin she couldn′t achieve
In the mornin bitch was across the street waitin for wifey to leave
Called me on the cell while the wife was runnin a bath
She can′t wait for me to fuck her, till I cum in her ass
Just a long-time chick I used to fuck from the past
She love to out-fuck a nigga, see how long I could last
It be nice the way she always let me dig in her rib
The bitch fuck a nigga like she wanna move in my crib
Bitch I always knew ya ass was a star
In the daytime, whippin the droptop, givin me head in my car

[Chorus - Jaheim]
When a woman needs love, just like you do
Oh, don′t kid yourself, into thinkin that you don′t
Cuz she will fool around, just like you do
Ohh, don′t kid yourself, into thinkin that she won′t

[Busta Rhymes]
C′mere bitch and place ya pussy right where it belong
And put me in the mood to fuck just like a Jodeci song
I love the little freaky shit you be approachin me on
Dick all in ya mouth, you know what type of shit I be on
The way the pussy lock feel like we about to be stuck
All outside busy, givin me the balcony fuck
Hold on get up off of me quick
Bitch grab the X.O. and suck the Hennessey up off of my dick
So quick, so fast, bitch′ll come out her skirt
Fuck a nigga till it hurt, while the wifey at work
The bitch′ll even call her girl so I can fuck with her friend
And fall asleep to wake up and start fuckin again
Straigh nasty little bitch no horsin around
The bitch even want me to fuck her when she walkin around
Hold up, it′s kinda ill how we be workin the caper
She ain′t only good for pussy, she be givin me paper
Wife-in-law, my bitch be always keepin it raw
Always slidin out before the wifey walk in the door
They way she fuck me on straight for the night
Wifey still ain′t make it home, I wonder if she workin late for tonight
Wifey actin funny style but I ain′t fuckin with that
She ain′t call the crib so I wonder where wifey was at
Hmmm.. shit kinda had me buggin before
But now I laugh because wifey had a husband-in-law

[Chorus 2x]

Heh... Heh...

Busta Rhymes - The Coming intro

It was a dark night, pitch black, May 20, 19... Approximately 11:30 p.m., a
black child was born. Upon his arrival and rapid growth, being exposed to
the many casualties of the streets, he has now realized what must be
done.... He must bring the ruckus to all you motha fucka′s...He must bring
the ruckus to All you motha fucka′s..He must bring the ruckus to ALL you
motha fucka′s! (Rampage the Last Boy Scout) And now for the moment all you
motha fucka′s been waitin for...all my flipmode niggas rise and awake for
the most powerful event to occur..THE COMING!! Once again you now rockin
wit the best. Flipmode is tha squad for tha year of 1996. UH! Rampage the
Last Boy Scout is who I be, here to take you on another ride of the
Flipmode explosion. Street to street, land to land, coverin all burial
grounds in your area. I′m here to bring on my physical, the 8th wonder of
the world, straight from the dungeon shot, the infamous, the infamous,
Busta Rhymes! Boy Scout′s who I be, Flipmode is still the squad... (Busta
Rhymes) Yo, hey yo, yo, this joint right here, is dedicated to all the
motha fucka′s who fell off and the motha fucka′s whose about ta fall off,
yo, keep fallin, keep fallin, hey, keep fallin, yo, keep fallin, keep
fallin, this is specifically for the motha fucka′s who came out here
claimin to represent hip- hop but really didn′t do shit to preserve the
value of the fuckin artform, the way of life. Hip-hop is a way to live man,
it ain′t no institutionalized religion or somethin. It′s a way to live,
it′s a culture, dog, you know what I mean? You know, so if you ain′t really
got nuthin beneficial to offer this hip-hop shit, preserve the value of the
artform, the music, the way of living, don′t even fuck wit it! We don′t
need deadweight motha fucka′s. This is where we at as it stands right now
in the current day of 1996. There′s only 4 years left. This is dedicated to
all tha niggas who keep fallin, keep fallin, so keep fallin,
AAAAAAHHHHHH!!! Ha, so keep fallin..........thanks a lot

Busta Rhymes - Against All Odds

[baby sham]
Aiyyo, balls your pencils
As hollow tips get in you
Bots cutting to slice your face you
Rhymes is natural
Hold two lives and four wives
Up in the crack capsule
Flipmode cruddy styles has been past you
Rush pass
You couldn’t touch cash
If it was under your nose
Like a mustache
Nigga
What ass
Show your whole cheek
Slugs with no heat
Diamonds that don’t break
You thugs is so sweet

[rampage]
I float so much I get seasick
Flipmode is the squad who I beez with
Who I get plucks with
And push german v’s with
Rampage I’m psychic I can see shit
To the next millenium
You not gon be shit
Scratch your name off the list
Cut your wrist
You know the issue
I’m official
When you die none of your niggas is really gon miss you

Chorus:
Flipmode squad
Here to drop bombs
Against all odds
Still remain gods
Grip your arm
We always come hard
The world is ours
Call a national guard

[rah digga]
Here we go
Any bitch that rhyme wanna flex she ass
I’m stomping all things like I’m plexi-glass
Niggas make way like when they hear sirens
Treat you like park and too close to fire hydrants
All up in the board
Kicking back long islands
Get your wig split first solid defiance
Rah earth and sun in this imperial alliance
You do the science

[spliff star]
I’m getting money shitting, turn intruders into vixens
Fall off beeper uh-uh niggas stay getting
Dirty nigga for life
That’s how spliff’s living
Throwing niggas in caskets
Tired of a yellow ribbons
I buck my duck if you touch my one
Rather jamaican than belly boy make you people for fun
Fat man’s son, street educated
The colonel of ghetto jurors, still thug related

Chorus

[lord have mercy]
We enemies of three strike felony laws
Gorilla dicking k-y jelly for whores
Lapdances trap grands without laws
My baby moms, three eighty for your arms
That bust with loud force
The ghetto with us
That bang makaveli in trucks
That whatever the fuck to give a cheddar in chunks
Who gazey chase
Fake thugs with lazy aid
Track marks
Rap stars
And a rain of aids

[busta rhymes]
Yo, what you want from us
Now visualize more of us
Stay toting under my given flavor from nauticas
Destroy every arch rival or any challenger
Make you remember this day
Nigga mark it on your calendar
I’m showing you something
You ain’t saying nothing
My niggas make noise
Like a bunch of volcanoes erupting
None of y’all niggas really wanna war
The type of nigga to crash my plane in your building
In the name of the law

Chorus

Busta Rhymes - Intro

[lord have mercy]
As we approach the current time frame of 1997.with approximately
Two and a half years before the year two thousand. repeatedly it has
Been reported that there will be a time soon approaching. that
Major disaster will be striking, all levels of existence. it has also been
Reported that this disastrous thing will be approaching in the form of
Many, many as in squad, squad as in flipmode squad.
It has also been reported that everyone out of the many will strike,
But this particular motherfucker will strike with an unmeasurable
Blast and fuck up everything within his 360o radius.
Warning. prepare yourselves. store your food, stamp your paper,
Because when this motherfucker gets here, it’s about to get real fucked
For everyone and everything, everywhere!!!!

[dolomite]
Well, busta rhymes. come over here and let me talk to you son.
See know. dolomite just got back from some shit that you about to
Be it. well are you prepared, I hope you are prepared nigga, cause
You know this is album number two. yes more bitches than before.
There’ll be more bitches, more and more and more. more thirsty
Niggas. time to get inside your shit. time to throw your whole
Chemistry off. oh yes, there’s gonna be a lot more money. yes a lot
More money than before. so son don’t you worry about none of that
Shit. all you gotta do is just slap your dick in the mouth of these
Bitches that don’t wanna act right, and put a hot one in any
Motherfucker that wants to get in the way of this powerful shit right
Here. ok son, all right busta enough of this shit talkin. lets be on our
Way. cause when disaster strikes there’s gonna be a whole lot of
Motherfuckers pourin in. all right baby, lets go.

[spliff star]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo. ladies and gentlemen. straight from the
Motherfuckin street corner. goin out to all you motherfuckers
Across the globe. on the return trip. it be the niggas. the niggas that
Live by the code of blood honor. my flipmode niggas, ha. spliff bring
You that shit to another extreme. her to hit you motherfuckers with
A strike of disaster. I bring on to you once again. the eight wonder
Of the world. my nigga busta rhymes. and I be that nigga, that live
Nigga spliff I spliff comin through right at you were ever the fuck you
At. flipmode is da squad comin through right at you were ever the
Fuck you
At.
[busta rhymes]
A yo cut my shit off, get it off. a heh a heh, a heh heh.
Here we go again motherfuckers. a heh, lets start this
Shit.

Busta Rhymes - Betta Stay Up In Your House

[Busta Rhymes]
Yea, I know it′s kinda cold outside
Bring your nasty ass inside
("Eddie you should know better.." - [C. Mayfield])
Play yourself a dark corner motherfucker, yea
("Brother, you know you′re wrong.." - [C. Mayfield])

Come on, can′t stop, won′t stop, rockin′ for you niggas
′Cause I rep the street and Johnnie Cochran for you niggas
And I, got a state gun cockin′ for you niggas
(twenty-one) legal (gun) shots

[Rah Digga]
Poppin′ for you niggas
And I, blow tones, more force than cyclones
Shit is on everytime I catch a Ron Jones
Thug bitch, rock boots and hoops with rhinestones
(Got the) key (to the) city and (run the crime zone)

[Busta Rhymes]
Now come on, take something, shake something, break something
Stop, close your shop, you niggas ain′t sayin′ nothin′
Niggas be frontin′ and knowin′ they ain′t really weighin′ nothin′
Betta (stop) ′fore we (pop) and really (get to sprayin′ something)

[Busta] Flood it up
[Digga] Whip it up
[Busta] Smoke it up
[Digga] Blooded up,
Niggas straight tryin′ to brake, I tell ′em shut it up,
I spit the ill for real, ain′t nothin′ buttered up,
(Flipmode) doin′ it (everybody) love it up

[Chorus]
East coast, what up? West coast, what up?
Midwest, what up? Dirty South, what up?
All my chickenheads, put it in your mouth,
It′s Flipmode, better stay up in your house
All my thugs, what up? Thug bitches, what up?
Street niggas, what up? Stack riches, no doubt
We got the block locked take another route,
It′s Flipmode, better stay up in your house
My niggas HOOK

[Rah Digga]
Dirtiest, wordiest, Jersey it′s wetter than a mile
I stalk like pedophiles, no body get′s saved when I bless the child
Gettin′ (eight) like (snapper) you too fessed to vow

[Busta] Hold up
[Digga] Run on
[Busta] Get up
[Digga] Come on

[Busta Rhymes]
Ahhooo!
And put every single nigga where I′m from on
(Bitches) all in the (spot) go head (and get your) fun on
(Niggas keepin′ it) movin′ (go head) and get your (thug on)

[Rah Digga]
(What on) earth possesed y′all to try a lil′ (drunk) lil′ (high)
Big heads in the sky make (niggas) straight (cry)
Without Mo′ and Dry, take it down (homeboy) got bigger fish to fry
Fuck that (Other nigga) Rush that (sucker nigga)

[Busta Rhymes]
Niggas love the way we sound up on another Digga
(Hot D) but I got another younger brother bigger
(Digga) pass me the Henny so I can take another swigger

[Chorus]

[Rah Digga]
Switch it up like Ak-Nel
Why you hit a dry spell,
Cats like you get no reply on the Skytel
(Hate y′all) Raps like Eminem hate Britney
(Bonafide) MC (Who) fuckin′ with me?

[Busta Rhymes]
Top niggas better give props nigga
(′Fore you get dropped) fuck around and get your shit popped nigga,
Flip-flop niggas, you could (really get your shit mopped)
Or left to lay up in a pit stop nigga

[Digga] Spillin′ it
[Busta] Feelin′ it
[Digga] Killin′ it
[Busta] Come on!

[Rah Digga]
The hardest MC don′t want flex no more
(Make it hot) everytime I rock, rest assured
Shit′ll have that (who could rock) the raw best award, nigga

[Busta] Look it up
[Digga] Cook it up
[Busta] Shook it up
[Digga] Book it up

[Busta Rhymes]
When we (rock) you shouldn′t watch (promoters) nook it up
(Raise the level a little) you know (my niggas) took it up
(In and outta big) figgas while me and (Digga) cook it up

[Chorus]

Busta Rhymes - Keepin It Tight

Yeah Flipmode Squad
Yeah their ain′t nothing iller
Busta Rhymes got another killer
Niggas be getting all in playing Cee Lo
We be getting money at casinos
Gamble my money like gambinos
Scarface through like appachino
Now my pockets got muscles like Lou Farigno
Got the hot shit
Big up my nigga Premo
Stack loot with my nigga Dino and Enno (Julio)
Spliff and my other nigga Chico
Uno dos tres quatro cinco (Gimme five)
Count from ten all the way back to zero
Set it off rep. from here to Puerto Rico
Run in the bitches makes me black and Filipino
Trick in the hide or on the niko
Caught the round trip to Santo Domingo
My nigga Spliff criminal like Max Remo
Thug think he loud then show me your hero
Nigga tried to play me on the dealo
Tried to short me couple gram on the D-Low
Thought we didn′t know better oh yeah we know
Stepping them niggas for what its gon be yo
Niggas spend money and fuck a preshow
Your name was shorty who whip in a little Geo
Dare and look niggas get left by the sea show
Lock up a nigga and sabotage the keyhole

[Chorus:]
Alright y′all (Alright)
You know we keepin it tight y′all (Real tight wha)
That′s how we doin it (Ha, that′s how we doin it)
That′s how we doin it (Yeah, that′s how we doin it)
Alright y′all (Alright)
You know we wildin all night y′all (All night y′all)
That′s how we doin it (Ha, that′s how we doin it)
That′s how we doin it (Yeah, that′s how we doin it)

Yo, guess who coming through for dinner (Who)
Busta Rhymes bringing another winner
Coming with another all night thriller (Yo yo)
Shit bang through your bass kicker
Don′t want the hot shit to boil you move quicker
Should′

Busta Rhymes - The Finish Line

Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah
Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah
Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah
Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah

(Chorus)
When I step up in the place
ay yo I step correct
Woo Hah
got you all in check
I got that head nod shit
make you break your neck
Woo Hah
I got you all in check
And you know we come through
to wreck the disco tech
Woo Hah
I got you all in check
Throw your hands up in the air
don′t ever disrespect
Woo-Hah
I got you all in check

(1st verse)
Busta Rhymez up in the place true indeed
yes I catch wreck and that′s word on my seed
I guarantee to give you what you need
One blood everybody like Junior Reid
Wake up every morning yo I must up seed
Nationwide darkhorse make the world stampede
Yo really let me roll some weed
mad charged nigga now I must proceed
Yo we ′bout to make you set speed
Peace to Baby Phife, Q-Tip, Ali Shaheed
Watch me knock you out like Apollo Creed
Body blow bustin′ your shit making you bleed
Just feed off dynamic flows an take heed
Need more information homeboy then just read
Ay-Ya!! you can read all about the pure breed
Do the bogle dance I′ll do the pepperseed

-Chorus-

How dare you ever try to step on my suede shoes
Top Gun shut down your Firm like Tom Cruise
Please let me get down and blow a fuse
Actin′ fool breakin′ shit down to molecules
Yo let me hit you with my ill street blues
Busta Rhymez always headlines the street news
Woo-Hah!!! Yo baby girl don′t be confused
Sail my seven seas and enjoy my boat cruise
I know you really want to know who′s
comin′ through leaving bloodstains and residues
Sorry homeboy but your flow sounds used
Gotta pay your dues baby you know the rules
Whenever I travel the world I landcruise
If you choose to fuck around you get bruised
Now I got you gassed on super unleaded fuels
Get me through give me some space you excuse

-Chorus-

[Rampage]
You now rockin wit the best
the boy scout is who I be.....
...Flip Mode is the sqiddaud
Hah
Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah (8X)


Verse
Yo which muthaphucka stole my flow
eenie....meenie miney mo
Throw that type of nigga right out my window
Blast your ass hit you with my direct blow
Bo!! Coming through like G.I. Joe
Star Wars movie deal like Han Solo
Make you bounce around like this was calypso
Always shine cause I got the high pro glow
You think that you can hide you think you can lay low
Roll up on your ass like Hawaii 5-0
Mad out with my dreads in my kango
forget the Moet nigga just pass the Cisco
Yo!! Take a trip down to Mexico
Come back with that shit that might make you psycho
Maximum frequencies through your stereo
Sorry this is it but homeboy I got to go

-Chorus-

Hah
Yo Yo Yay Yo Yay
Yo Yo Yay

. .. Yay Yo Yay
. .. Yay

Busta Rhymes - Everybody Rise Again

[Busta Rhymes]
Let′s get it goin
Yeah... yeah
I′m about to Picasso a new picture for you mufuckas
I′m baaack... yeah
I just want every one of you mothafuckas that here to do one thing with me
C′mon

[Chorus]
Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody riiiiiiiiise
C′mon, New York, Jersey, Philly, Bemore, D.C., Virginia, come on!
Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody riiiiiiiiise
N.C., ATL, Chicago, Cleveland, Miami, LA, Houston

[Verse 1]
We bite the nigga straight outta jail, give me the money nigga
I′ll smack you stupid, ain′t nuttin funny nigga
I′ll lay a nigga out and use they ass to shoot like a marble black floor
Bloody something like a hacksaw
And then we stash a couple gats in the bag because we at war
Pistol whip some of these niggas, leavin em wit cracked jaws
Battlin like we in costalon, niggas see you supposed to know
We extremely serious niggas
You see it′s so marvelous how we just strap more, pack more
No chichi niggas allowed, just throw em out the back door
This lone menace got it wicked for the protenants
You niggas soft like limp dick and lead progenes
Blessin the younger thug wit shit to look forward to
The god is back, so niggas is quick and to fast forward you
Yo, this shit be straight energy
You′ve been fuckin wit Flip Mode, nigga, while I′m refreshin your memory
C′mon!

[Chorus]
Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody riiiiiiiiise
N.O., Seattle, Detroit, St Louis, Dalas, South Carolina, niggas c′mon!
Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody riiiiiiiiise
Connecticut, Pennsylvania, Boston, Buffalo, Delaware, Okland, Little Rock, c′mon!

[Verse 2]
You see it′s hectic, respect it
Blow up your deck until my cassette is ejected
How I will beat you just like your father, don′t even bother
However nigga, whatever nigga, who wanna follow?
It gets coarse like the calice of a struggling black foot under privilege
I′m quick to stick you for your whole bank book
Bitches follow my bounce and follow my flow
Follow me now, follow me later, follow my glow
Ayyo, follow instructions and follow the pro
And to follow my magic, bitches wanna follow my doe
Keepin ya bouncing, got all my people singin the hook
Got bitches buggin like how niggas be wild in the brook
Look, we street niggas, while you live by the book
Funny nigga, ain′t no need to shoot yourself in the foot
Fuck wit bitches that′s gettin doe and they know how to cook
In every struggle, I always did whatever it took!
So all my niggas

[Chorus]
Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody riiiiiiiiise
Maryland, Michigan, Kansas, Kentucky, Alabama, Indiana, Utah, c′mon!
Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody riiiiiiiiise
Phoenix, Memphis, Nashville, Mississippi, Rhode Island, Colorado, Wyoming, fuck it
Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody riiiiiiiiise
Idaho, Illinois, Minnesota, Missouri, Oklahoma, Overgod, South Dakota, come on!
Everybody rise, everybody rise, everybody riiiiiiiiise
Almafon boroughs, Brooklyn, Queens, Yorksman, Hatinstaton alley niggas, come on!

Ha, yeah, everybody rise, come on
Everybody rise again, rise wit me mufuckas
As I welcome you all to the genesis
A whole new foundation, A whole new idea
A whole new experience
A whole... entire... new... movement
Busta Rhymes, Flip Mode Squad, I salute y′all
Yeah, yeah, come on, everybody riiiiiiiiiiiiiiise
Yeah, yeah, enough of the intro shit, let′s get straight to it

Busta Rhymes - The International Zone Coaster

[busta rhymes]
Oh my gosh, oh my gosh
It’s a sunny day and the sky is bright
Take her to the mist everything is right
No need to make bets cause I met a bookie
Today is the day the whole school plays hookie
Why? cause I called dinco d and brown
Cutmonitor milo brings the sound
Before I do that I play myself like a jerk
Make sure momma jamma took her body to work
Okay she is gone so I jet to the phone
Let the whole world know nobody’s home
It’s busta rhymes and I’m feeling irie
Come on over cause I’m having a party
Milo did the right thing and brought the ride
The sound’s too pissed now the party’s live
Tickets in effect, everything’s sweet
As I zoned in my bus, all I had to say is "that beat"
That beat, just keep the same old beat
Check it out y’all, come on, come on
Just keep the same old beat

[dinco d]
On the fourth day of school, hookie wasn’t here
Today’s the first day of a brand new year
There’s girls that’s rubbing butts around the room
Fellas feeling good cause the gates is boom
Zoom to the doom of a sugarplum toon
Me, busta, and brown is gonna rock the mic soon
With a huh! here we go in june
Power cat with the snap in the rules
Throw a misses out, this is all street news
You choose, don’t lose a views
Prices move in like cruise a bruise
Stacked on a four pack stack of freaks
I guess I’ll play hookie for a couple of weeks

[charlie brown]
Six a.m. and I hear my alarm
Rushed to the phone, I called vietnam
He’s asleep so I leave a message
At the tone, you know time is of essence
Quickly I jumped straight into the shower
The baby powder, cause I can’t smell sour
Get dressed, put on my nike airs
Come my hairs, go upstairs
Walk outside to the fruit stand
And dre, kane, he’s the 40’s in hand
Powercat geronimo is in the distance
The fifths are coming, the fifths are coming
Hit up, lit up the blunt and I’m straight
Quarter to eight and my day looks great
Walked to the school with about 40 feet
That means the squad is 20 deep
I zoned

Zone coaster (the international...) (repeat 6x)

[busta rhymes]
Finally by now the whole crew’s in the house
Brown just came and he’s roaming about
Music just started, yo where is milo?
Got a chicken in the room and he’s trying to hide, yo
Next is my man (who? ) gary gennew
Half of the mob and a case of brew
Rumpletilz with the diggum smacks
A get through the door with the cracker jacks
Classic from medina cold looking very hard
Next to the door came the yardman scard
Into my crib to find the inchie at last
Kallie any crew with my boy shabazz
Shake it time iller to settle the score
Then powercat through the locks on the door
Bugging at the jam like I’m cyclone
Now an hour to seven come to find out that I’m zoning
Huh, check it out, yeah

[dinco d]
No school? cool
I’ll just fool around off school grounds
Too many kids doing bids in detention
I’m just chilling, what is this they mention?
L.o.n.s. to the set, look he has a gun
’91 is fun, lots of baked buns
Prepare the wine to a reggae cut
Not (not) not (not) who (what) what?
Mom, a bomb, sound the alarm
Leave the dance before she causes some harm
I go out the backdoor with a hard bone
Look at the clock and then I start to zone

[charlie brown]
Got to the hive, no one was there
Truant officers began to stare
Called dinco d but he’s not home
Drop another quarter into the phone
Call busta rhymes, what’s up my man?
(having a party, understand? )
Where’s dinco d, you know, the d?
(here’s the phone) (sup c.b.? )
I’m coming (hurry up, hurry up!)
Milo started throwing on all the cuts
Walking to the crib and I heard "hello"
Turned, it was epitome and shemello
Told them the scoop and I kept stepping
Almost had to stop and I started sweating
Rob pulls up, he says "come on get in"
Place was packed with stupid skins
Got to busta’s crib and grabbed a 40
Cracker jack’s habit, naughty naughty
Grabbed the gold tone microphone
Woke up saturday, I zoned

Zone coaster (the international...) (repeat 16x)

Busta Rhymes - Still Shining

RRRRRROAW RRRR.. RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW
til my dragon baby stop whinin
I see my influence still..

RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW
til my dragon baby stop whinin
I see my influence still..

RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW
til my dragon baby stop whinin
I see my influence still..

RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW
til my dragon baby stop whinin
I see my influence still shinin

Hah!
Hit you with my ultraviolence
Skin cancer causing laser beam flow then causing riot
Oh shit! I′m gon′ give you
more and more (hah) flows that′s gon′ help you
see who got the real raw -- you can watch me wreck (huh)
for the entire nine seasons
Cold-blooded flow that got you motherfuckers freezin
You (you) must (must) find (find) your style
Identify with your own profile! Uhh uhh
Niggaz don′t understand what we be talkin about
Designed especially for biters who try to figure it out!!
Huh, WHOOOO! Ice Capades all over beats son
while I smoke your Phillies all the way down to the last one (HAH)
Yo watch me skyrocket (HUH)
Prop me for my flow then get your hand out my pocket
As the world keeps on turnin
Killing microphones as the nigga most determined
Keeping biters fiending like this was they last serving
Stay away from fake motherfucks like Mark Fuhrman
Got your whole entire +Little House on the Prarie+ burning
Stick me for my rhyme like you stuck me for my Sherlings
Yo, you must be out your fuckin mind
The only thing you really need to do is chill and watch the sun shine

RRRR.. RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW
til my dragon baby stop whinin
I see my influence still shinin

Hah, hah, hah, hah
Hoh, hoh, hoh, HAHHHHHHHH!

Hey, get with this here roll call
Keep my peoples movin like a U-Haul
Then I′m gonna hit you, wit that
shit that′s sure to make your dome crack
Watch me knock you down
You′ll be surprised how quick the fuckin word will get around
A biter came up missin and the bitch was never found, YO
I come with shit, so sure, to hit
Hit you til your motherfuckin dome split
Counterfeit niggaz need to sit back up off of it
And if you don′t listen you deserve whatever you get
*gasping for air* Just a moment, let me take a breather
Got you niggaz sweatin coal, like you caught the fever
Just to know my every move you fuck a freak psychic reader
For those who bite my flows I got to always pack my heater
Yo, I was the one that (hah) made a nigga cough (huh)
Soft (hoo!) Wait quick to turn a nigga off
Yo, I′m quick to break a niggaz spine
and any effort made by those who try to take mine

RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW
til my dragon baby stop whinin
I see my influence still shinin

..

RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW
til my dragon baby stop whinin
I see my influence still..

RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW
til my dragon baby stop whinin
I see my influence still..

RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW
til my dragon baby stop whinin
I see my influence still shinin..

Busta Rhymes - Grinch 2000

[Jim Carrey]
This is a Flipmode Squad
Jim Carrey collabo
Now what?

[Busta]
Ugh, hallelujah
Kids hear this come on
While I′m lacing and tryna prepare this
For y′all, oh well I got a story to tell
About a dude I met once, miserable as hell
How grouchy he was
And how slouchy he was
And when he talked, you′d smell his breath
And how lousy it was
And if you daydreamed, he′d give you pinch
Now let me tell you about Mr. Grinch
Every holiday season while we was young, growing up
Everything be cool when Mr. Grinch show up
Always plottin′ and schemin′ to ruin everybody′s holiday season
And never had a justifiable reason

[Jim Carrey]
Yo B I had my reason
They call me The Grinch
I tried to live the given
But it was making me winch
I see happy kids whitless
"Merry Christmas" they shouted
I stole the gifts
And there was nothing anyone could do about it

[Chorus]
You′re a mean one, Mr. Grinch
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You really are a heel
You′re as cuddly as a cactus, (uh) you′re as charming as an eel
Mister Grinch
(Busta Rhymes, Jim Carrey, Mr. Grinch)
Mister Grinch

[Busta]
He was an angry little dude with a horrible attitude
And he′ll show you some gratitude
If you let him ruin your mood
Everybody knew about him from here to Baton Rouge
He remind me of the crazy lost cousin of Mr. Scrooge
Word to mother

[Jim Carrey]
Yes, it′s my favorite day
You let me take all your gifts
And just yell my name!!
(MR. GRINCH)
After that I′ll be on my way
Just to return and successfully ruin your day

[Busta]
Okay for the record
What the hell made you like that?
So grouchy and grimy
How everything about you is whack
Ay yo I know you all can tell
From all the talk from his mouth
You better set some big traps
Around the gifts in your house
State of the art surveillance
Just to give it a boost
You sleep with one eye open
With a couple wild dogs running loose, now
He′s definitely not the dude you can trust
He be bouncing with all your goods
And leave you biting the dust

[Chorus]
You′re a mean one, Mr. Grinch
You really are a heel
You′re as cuddly as a cactus
You′re as charming as an eel
Mister Grinch, Mister Grinch

[Busta]
Grinch come around safe guard your things
You better safe guard your money
Safe guard your bling
You gotta safe guard your crib
Safe guard your g′s
You gotta safe guard the stash and the car keys
You gotta listen up to what we talking about
Yeah it was better when the Grinch was never coming around her
Time after time again
Never mind he already took the liqour out your Heineken
He already quick to try again
To steal the gifts another way
And give you all a different style again
Why you stackin′ and you trying to swell
You best believe Mr. Grinch schemin, dude stay coneiving ass
Ay yo he stay schemin′ when you thinkin′ he not
Looking over your shoulder
Peepin′ everything you got
(He, he, he Busta Rhymes I will get you too)
Relax duke you need to chill
Something seriously wrong with you

[Chorus]
You′re a mean one, Mr. Grinch
You really are a heel
You′re as cuddly as a cactus
You′re as charming as an eel
Mister Grinch, Mister Grinch
You′re a mean one, Mr. Grinch
You really are a heel
You′re as cuddly as a cactus
You′re as charming as an eel
Mister Grinch, Mister Grinch

[Jim Carrey]
I wanna give a shout out to the West Side of Who-ville

Busta Rhymes - Extinction Level Event

Uugh, yeah yeah here we go y′all
Here we here we here we go y′all
Busta Rhymes Flipmode y′all
Yeah yeah y′all extinction level event shit
Bomb threat to the whole world
What what what is going on
What the fuck going on here
Check it out yo
Holy amazing grace about face
Total erase you niggaz off the face of the place
Such a shame I had to go grab the calico
Pass the dough before you find out what I had to blast you for
Extreme laws for ones who did try to go against this
Wet your shit up like a sloppy tongue kiss
But don′t know what you talking about
Without a doubt where my live niggaz give me a shout
On the strength shit niggaz check for
Connect the four shots and guess who blew it from next door
Time after time we gonna shine again
Feel it like a broad getting fucked from behind again
Ay yo, I be the closest thing to the next
Like the pain and suffering of about a million deaths
I′m only here to present
And bring the impact of the extinction level event
Sing the song of salvation

La la la la laaaa la la
(What y′all gonna do where the fuck you gonna go)
La la la la laaaa la la
(Where the fuck y′all niggaz gonna run
Where y′all niggaz think y′all running to son)
La la la la laaaa la la
(Bomb threat to the world
What the fuck going on with y′all niggaz out here)
La la la la laaaa la la
(We are now a soldier at dawn
Of glory emergency motherfuckas)

Yo, disregard your whole assignment
Crooked ass nigga need some realignment
Now all refinement
Crazy shit that do make me wanna know where my mind went
Blacking out building hostillity getting violent
Straight giving niggaz an ass whipping on consignment
Then I bust your shit ′til the day of my whole retirement
Shaking and rattle like we ready to battle
Fight seeing at every angle like a motherfucking satellite
Quickly bust up your crotches and fuck up your process
Bouncing in like even saying adios or even buenos notches
Have y′all niggaz wildin having a fit
Flame throwing lyrics like a bunch of blowtorch in this shit
Grand spectacular, chainsaw massacre
Thug fanatics street shit that be on the creep coming after you
Then we hit you with the most significant time bomb
Ready to designate at the slightest wave of a white arm
Best form of advice I could give is remain calm
The repercussion is something you could never imagine would be going on
Never believe in your eyes
When my squad some through at an astronomically large size
Moving the mountains
Keeping all of my niggaz bouncing
Big up my bitches in the place who be screaming and shouting
I′m only here to present
And bring the impact of the extinction level event
Sing the song of salvation

La la la la laaaa la la
(Once again as we welcome all motherfuckers in the world)
La la la la laaaa la la
(To experience the extinction level event)
La la la la laaaa la la
(The dawn of global emergency)
La la la la laaaa la la
(The moment where we all come together as one unison)
La la la la laaaa la la
(And completely dominate all global events)
La la la la laaaa la la
(We about to completely destroy all the whack bullshit)
La la la la laaaa la la
(That we got going on in our every and any reach)
La la la la laaaa la la
(All my live niggaz all my live bitches its motherfucking on)
La la la la laaaa la la
(As we enter the new millenium with this rap shit)

Busta Rhymes - Finish Line

This is dedicated to all those who don′t see it coming...

Chorus: Busta Rhymes

You can live true baby, you can live trife
Whatever way you chose you got to leave your life
Aiyyo you′re running out of time, and you bout to cross
The finish line, the finish line

(repeat Chorus)

Verse One: Busta Rhymes

And, yo! I can′t afford to waste a second
Steppin with my eyes on niggaz checkin on my weapons
Every millisecond, motherfuckers say they true to this
But when they grab the microphone they shit sound like stupidness
*beatboxing* Hah, mad to pull another vicious scandal
I know that you can′t handle when I flip from other angles now
Feel my hot wax, burning from my melting candles
You can′t take the heat, so you switch from boots to wearing sandals
This is for example! Shit will make a nigga curse
When worse comes to worse, you be the first to disperse now
We don′t BELIEVE your man was living like that
Hoping to find that nigga see exactly where his heart was at
It′s a damn shame how Son know your style, know your name
Watch how he pull your file, make you wish you never fuckin came NOW
Even the hardest motherfucker has his final day
So kill that shit you talkin, and be about your fuckin way

Chorus 2X

Verse Two: Busta Rhymes

Yo, everyday I see you on the block smoking
With a bunch of niggaz scoping on how they can split you WIDE open
You don′t even know what′s going on up in your circle
Awful murder niggaz itch to leave you black blue and purple
Ahh, your man came to put you on and tried to make you bleed
Hit you with some shit that left you flippin mad in disbelief
You just can′t believe that niggaz that you smoke with is on it
And the way they rass they really got to bust yo′ shit!
Thought your man was joking, paid no attention to the situation
Got with your crew and just continued smoking
Now your man sit and watch you panic
In any other situation you′d be fronting like you gigantic
I guess all that fronting is your main talent
It′s apparent, he can see right through you like you transparent
Hah, aiyyo you need to watch your back you running out of time
Watch your step, cuz you only inches from the finish line

Chorus 2X

Verse Three: Busta Rhymes

Now, there′s about a million motherfuckers on your trail
Quick to bust your shit for every single time your words failed
I′m watchin all the moves you makin fuck the speculatin
Super-bitch nigga you just be fakin if I′m not mistakin
Every move you fake you dig your grave a little deeper
Come around me with that shit I′ma flip it to my brother′s keeper
Listen to this: overstress my emphasis
I insist to fix and bring the noise as long as I exist
Now you walk around the streets with all that shit you speak
And step inside the club just to receive the illest ass beating
HOO! Take a look around you get no type of sympathy
Impatiently, I sit and watch you die in your own iniquity
Hah, now you out dead and stinkin, and your eyes are no longer blinkin
Time caught up quick, with your little BITCH way of thinkin
Ahh, watch you diminish, while your niggaz have to put a finish
On your misleading false image

Chorus 5X

Word is bond, bond is life
You shall be willing to give your life
Before your words shall fail
All those who out there frontin, misleading they peoples
Actin other than they really are
It will catch up to you player, word is bond
So that′s, specifically, to all those fake motherfuckers
Living out here on that bullshit
Trying to act like they know what the fuck′s going on

Busta Rhymes - Here We Go Again

[rampage]
Yeah (uh)
The rulership (word)
Anarchy niggas (yeah yeah)
Spliff starr (spliff starr)
Bus-a-bus (bus-a-bus)
Roc marci (roc marci)
Rah digga (rah digga)
Baby sham (baby sham)
Rampage (rampage)
Yeah
Another voyage nigga (another one)

[busta rhymes]
One two three
Come on

(chorus)
[busta rhymes]
Here we go again
Y’all niggas know we have to give it to you
Here we go again
Now feel this banger while it’s running through you
Here we go again
We come to hit y’all with that nigga music
Here we go again
More shit for y’all gon hear the drug abuse it
Here we go again
Now watch the way we always blow the spot
Here we go again
We fuck shit up and take the shit you got
Here we go again
Flipmode you know we always bring it (what)
Bring it (what)
Bring it (what)
Bring it (what)
Bring it

[rampage]
I’m a real wise guy, you can’t fuck with me
You could catch a quick bullet like brandon lee
Carry my squad on my back like a mpv
I got a sick paddle log that’s banned from tv
Charge your whole squad a hundred cc
Straight from the streets, learn from og’s
Rocks ain’t nothing my jewels is deep freeze
Blood, sweat, and tears, gotta stack the g’s

[roc marciano]
They don’t
Wanna see me twenty pounds heavier
On the cellular
They wanna see me shot
And bellied up
I tell you what
When I’m switching my whips
I bury one
Walk around in the streets
With heavy guns
Bust it
Marinate in your self-source
A couple shells to dry you out
To a pale horse
Smashing your image
Take it back
Then we crack with a villian
Scratching my d-dick
Plus be the rapper to liquid

[busta rhymes]
Spliff starr
Rampage
Rah digga
Roc marci
Baby sham
Busta rhymes
Dj scratchator
Flipmode squad
Mutha fucker
What y’all niggas want
Yeah you know we always gonna give it to you
Hardcore

[spliff starr]
I double drop kick niggas
Run around evict niggas
Give it to you full blown
Like hiv sick niggas
Act like you know b
I watch you die slowly
Tapped action
Like charles dick to kobe
Was a blood spilling
Smack a faggot from the village
Steam boil cabbage
And hurt your momma feelings
Run you off the court
Defeat you at your sport
Spit, pop, and twist niggas
Like moet corks

[baby sham]
What now
Hardcore sounds
We snatch crowns
Too much mouth
You lay down
We clear crowds
Send a large threat
What you expect
For me to get rich nigga
And blow off my set
Never that
I’ma rep flipmode
Till the sky’s black
Turn to macks
And hear how we murdered this track
Do you feel me dogs
Six blocks
Ninety-six buildings
Brick walls
Still push rock
Cause I’m the source

[rah digga]
Now
Make noise one time for the tight little swinger
Posing in flicks sticking up my middle finger
Everybody trying to get they little shine these days
Make a bitch cold flip back to my grimy ways
Ball in my court, those who lack sport
Tear they ass to the roof without the black thought
Coming on the scene thinking you the don juan
Type crimes have you pissing all in your sean don

[busta rhymes]
Here we go now
Now what the fuck y’all niggas want
And how we blow
And give you all exactly what you want
See flipmode is the squad
Whatever niggas wanna try
We smash you in your face
And make it black around your eye
We ‘bout to wreck it no doubt
I’m ‘bout to hit y’all with some shit that make you
Bug the fuck out
And make y’all niggas get real arrogant and
Thug the fuck out
And everytime we in the spot
We always smash shit and make y’all niggas
Bust a slug out

(chorus)
[busta rhymes]
Here we go again
Y’all niggas know we have to give it to you
Here we go again
Now feel this banger while it’s running through you
Here we go again
We come to hit y’all with that nigga music
Here we go again
More shit for y’all gon hear the drug abuse it
Here we go again
Now watch the way we always blow the spot
Here we go again
We fuck shit up and take the shit you got
Here we go again
Flipmode you know we always bring it (what)
Bring it (what)
Bring it (what)
Bring it (what)
Bring it

Ha
Flipmode
New album
Labor day 2000
Fuckers
The rulership lp
Flipmode squad
Unstoppable
Cut the shit off
Cut it off

Busta Rhymes - Rumble In The Jungle

[wyclef]
(come on)
Root to the fruit
More bass than bootsy collins
You verses me
Thats like ali verses foreman (a-ha)
God’s act, stand back and watch
Devil’s time out
Can’t be timed with no swatch watch
Who I am, the black abraham
Zunga zunga zang, yellow man, vietnam
Add an extra bar as I spar with literature
Taking kingdoms from tsars
Winning more wars than the moors

[forte]
Hey, what’s the deal?
I seen the devil spar with allah
Mathematics was the key to set my whole race free
You might debate we, a refugee
No harm hurt me
Dying, thirsty from the struggle
To my own hustle bubble
On the low, woe is me
To show the free bob right
The righteous asiatic thinker
While satan rob light
Civilised like the molly
Burgundy, wildy rocking
Seen the fifth when ali clocked him
John forte will keep you locked in


[q-tip]
People all around
You got to recognise and witness
The mister who swift enough to knock you out with mic fitness
Hands blistered from holding the mics tight
Some say it’s fright night
Well throw the r after the f ’cause I’m gonna take away your breath
The bell rings and now it’s just a daily operation
Yo, you saw my lubrication
You can see this occupation (the winner)
Eh, you know we’re from q-borough
L-booie and clef the trainers, prazwell promote the throw

[lauryn hill]
We used to bite bullets with the pig-skin casing
Now we perfect slang like a gang of street masons (uh)
Scribe check make connects
True pyramid architects (yeah)
Replace the last name with the x (x)
The man’s got a God complex
But take the text and change the picture
Watch muhammad play the messenger like holy muslim scriptures
Take orders from only god
Only war when it’s jihad
See ali appears in zaire to reconnect 400 years
But we the people dark but equal give love to such things
To the man who made the fam’ remember when we were kings

Blocks on fire (block’s on fire tonight)
Fiends getting higher (uh-huh)
Robbing blue collar
(hey yo we rob them blue collars)
Killing for a dollar (stick ’em up)
Youths get tired (ali ah yeah)
We’re dealing with them liars (ali ah yeah)
(we’re dealing with too many liars)
From brooklyn to zaire (uh-huh ah yeah)
We need a ghetto messiah (ah yeah come on)

Send me an angel in the morning, baby
Send me an angel in the morning, darling
Send me muhammad in the morning, baby
Send me an angel in the morning, darling

[ali shaheed muhammad]
Once the pen hits the pad it’s danger
To this I be no stranger
Step inside the ring and I’ll derange you (come on)
I’m hearing no comments
Everyone looks dispondent
Dejected, rejected similiar to liston
Catching lists
Beat it, sonny
My man is still the greatest in this
To hell with frazier yappin’ about that negative shit
Now listen, you can try and escape if you want to
But ask yourself, who the hell you gonna run to
Like sade abu you got a punch that I can sleep to
Fugees, tribe, busta rhymes forever coming through

[prazwell]
We sing amazing grace over two dollar plate
One roll snake eyes like jake the snake
Many lies put up for stakes
Wash our sins at the great lakes
You and I cannot see eye to eye
So therefore we cannot relate
I’m here when I make myself crystal clear
You fled to cape fear when I laced you in zaire
Tussle with a lasso in the royal rumble
Seperate boys from men in the concrete jungle

[busta rhymes]
I remember when cassius clay flipped the script
Taking trips to zimbabwe
Africans started calling the God ali bumbaye (so bwoy)
It be the God stricken, God nutrition, lightly stricken (ha)
Blow that make you feel like you was poison bitten
Ha yo I’m ’bout to blister you and your sister
Predicting every ass whipping before my fights my nigga
This be your last warning once you walk past the doorman
Ali and foreman gonna lock ass until the morning
Marvellous finances provided by joseph mobutu
Special guests of honour like the archbishop desmond tutu
We watched the rumble in the jungle
To see who be the targeted uncle to be the first to fall and fumble
Nuff blows they gettong thrown, like solid milestones
Internally shaking up niggas, imbalance your chromosones
With the force of a thousnad warriors
When I bust your ass identify me as the lord victorious

Blocks on fire (you’re a star)
(blocks on fire)
Fiends getting higher (you’re a star)
Robbing blue collar (you’re a star)
(yeah rob them blue collars)
Killing for a dollar (you’re a star)
Youths get tired (you’re a star)
(youths getting tired)
We’re dealing with them liars (you’re a star)
(we’re dealing with too many liars)
From brooklyn to zaire (you’re a star)
We need a ghetto messiah

Aztecs - Нет пути назад (ft. Main Block)

Aztecs
Main Block
Для всех любителей больших денег

Припев;(2 раза)
Большие деньги — Да!
Большая слава — Да!
Большие города и большие гонорары
Я добьюсь, чего хотел,я уверен, что смогу,
Буду добиваться лучшего, пока я не умру.

Не опуская рук, я иду с новым дыханием,
Верю в свою мечту — я не верю обещаниям.
Да, ты знаешь, для меня это, как воздух
Никогда, да, верить никогда не поздно.
Я не верю в мечту, а бегу за ней,
С каждой новой неудачей я становлюсь сильней,
Не боюсь отдать время ради своего шанса,
Свысока смотреть на тех, кто во мне сомневался

Я каждый день хочу прожить, как будто он последний,
И нету знакак Стоп перед желанием заветным
Если поставил цель — то буду биться до конца —
Я сам Творец, не надо ссылок на Творца.
Оглядываться будешь, если ты на новом Бэнтли.
Если ты в рэпе — то без оглядок, если в рэпе.
Нет никаких чудес, и все в твоих руках, брат.
Но помни:в этой игре нет пути назад.

Припев:(2 раза)

Я не продаюсь и не продамся, надеюсь, верите,
Забудь, что выбрал я — получал только копейки.
Но нет пути назад, ведь все это — как наркотик,
Все это равноценно травле монстра свежей плотью.
Буду стараться сделать лучше, если все плохо,
Я был рожден для этого — с этим я и сдохну.
Попал в водоворот — отсюда выбраться нельзя,
Я выбрал рэп — и нет теперь пути назад.

Не заморочен, но точен, я рэпом заточен
От жизни залрочен, но почему — то хочется очень
Залезть на вершину -Да!, забраться на пик
И не менять на a.k.a свой собственный ник.
Почему лабил на сотни лирик, слез и истерик?
Почему пытаюсь я попасть звездой в ваш телик?
Полчему на позитиве теперь делаю акцент? —
Не хочу грузиться жизнью, получать хочу процент.

Я слишком далеко зашел, чтобы оступиться,
Я слишком многого не знаю, но продолжаю биться,
Создавая свой мир, рифмой броской,
Живя в каждой строчке, делая все четко.
Много раз цирка падения в своей карьере,
Но все, что меня не убивает,делает сильнее,
Теперь уже на грани я — делай свой довод.
Main Block, Aztecs — идти назад довольно поздно.
Припев: (3 раза)

Bruno Mars - Again

Hands over my head thinkin what else could go wrong
Woulda stayed in bed, how could a day be so long

Never believe that things happen for a reason,
But how this turned out removed all my doubt so believe
That for you I′d do it all over again
Do it all over again
All I went through led me to you,
So I′d do it all over again
For you

I missed the first train stood out in the rain all day
(little did I know)
But I caught the next train, and there you were to sweep me away
Guess that′s what I waited for

Never believed that things happen for a reason
But how this turned out removed all my doubt
So believe that for you I′d do it all over again
Do it all over again
All I went through led me to you so I′d do it all over again

Oh, who ever thought a day gone so wrong could turn out so lovely
Yea, I′m so glad I found you
Even though the day went so wrong, I wouldn′t change a thing
Yea, yea
I′m a do it
Do it all over again
Do it all over again
All I went through led me to you
So I′d do it all over again

Do it all over again
I′d do it all over again
I′d dot all over again for you
All I went through led me to you
So I′d do it all over again for you

Whoever thought a day gone so wrong could turn out so lovely [x2]

Bruno Mars - Watching Her Move

She got it she looking good
I′m just watching her move

She walks on in with her retros on
Her lips as bright as the sun
Her curves goes every which way
Got skin like porcelien
The way her hair falls down her back
Billy accents her tattoo?
(Are you talking to me?)
Her legs like a supermodel
She worn for them high heel boots

She got every single guy in the club just watching her move
And she dont wanna dance with anyone let her do what she do
She got every single guy in the club just watching her move
And she dont wanna dance with anyone let her do what she do

Just watch her get it
Just watch her move

She pulls me to the side
Tells me she wants to go
I say girl im yours tonight
After this im taking you home
First and for most i dance with you

Get you in the mood
Maybe later baby girl ill show you exactly how I do

She got every single guy in the club just watching her move
And she dont wanna dance with anyone let her do what she do
She got every single guy in the club just watching her move
And she dont wanna dance with anyone let her do what she do

Just watch her get it
Just watch her get it

Good baby
You look good
You sexy
Watch her move
Watch her move

She got every single guy in the club just watching her move
And she dont wanna dance with anyone let her do what she do
She got every single guy in the club just watching her move
And she dont wanna dance with anyone let her do what she do

Just watch her get it
Just watch her get it
Look at her get it
Just watch her
Watch her move

Bruno Mars - Nothing On You

beautiful girls all over the world
i could be chasing but my time would be wasted
they got nothing on you baby
nothing on you baby
they might say hi and i might say hey
but you shouldn′t worry about what they say
cos they got nothing on you baby
nothing on you baby

not not not nothing on you babe
not not nothing on you
i know you feel where i′m coming from
regardless of the things in my past that i′ve done
most of really was for the hell of the fun
on the carousel so around i spun (spun)
with no directions just tryna get some (some)
tryna chase skirts, living in the summer sun (sun)
this is how i lost more than i had ever won
and honestly i ended up with none

there′s no much nonsense
it′s on my conscience
i′m thinking baby i should get it out
and i don′t wanna sou nd redundant
but i was wondering if there was something that you wanna know
(that you wanna know)
but never mind that we should let it go (we should let it go)
cos we don′t wanna be a t.v episode (t.v episode)
and all the bad thoughts just let them go (go, go, go)

beautiful girls all over the world
i could be chasing but my time would be wasted
they got nothing on you baby
nothing on you baby
they might say hi and i might say hey
but you shouldn′t worry about what they say
cos they got nothing on you baby
nothing on you baby

not not not nothing on you babe
not not nothing on you
hands down there will never be another one
i been around and i never seen another one
look at your style they ain′t really got nothing on
and you out and you ain′t got nothing on
baby you the whole package plus you pay your taxes
and you keep it real while them other stay plastic
you′re my wonder women call me mr. fantastic
stop.. now think about it

i′ve been to london, i′ve been to paris
even went out there to tokyo
back home down in georgia to new orleans
but you always still to show (still to show)
and just like that girl you got me fro (got me fro)
like a nintendo 64 (64)
if you never knew well now you know (know, know, know)

beautiful girls all over the world
i could be chasing but my time would be wasted
they got nothing on you baby
nothing on you baby
they might say hi and i might say hey
but you shouldn′t worry about what they say
cos they got nothing on you baby
nothing on you baby

not not not nothing on you babe
not not nothing on you
everywhere i go i′m always hearing your name (name, name)
and no matter where i′m at girl you make me wanna sing (sing)
weather a bus or a plane or a car or a train
no other girls in my brain and you the one to blame

beautiful girls all over the world
i could be chasing but my time would be wasted
they got nothing on you baby
nothing on you baby
they might say hi and i might say hey
but you shouldn′t worry about what they say
cos they got nothing on you baby
nothing on you baby

not not not nothing on you babe
not not nothing on you
yeah and that′s just how we do it
and i′ma let this ride
B O B and bruno mars

Bruno Mars - It Will Rain

If you ever leave me baby, leave some morphine at my door,
Cuz it would take a whole lot of medication,
To realise what we used to have it but we don’t have it anymore.

There’s no religion that could save me, no matter how my moneys are on the floor.(ooooh) so keep in
mind all the sacrifices I’m making, to keep you by my side, and keep you from walking out the door

[Chorus]
Cuz there’ll be no sunlight, if I lose you baby.
There’ll be no clear skies, if I lose you baby.
Just like the clouds pass, I would do the same,
If you walk away, everything will rain, rain, rain.

(ooooh, ooooh, ooooh, ooooh)

I’ll never be your mothers favourite; your daddy can’t even look me in the eye.
(ooooh) if I was in their shoes id be doing the same, say there goes my little girl, walking with
that troublesome guy.

But that’s just the part of something they can’t understand,
(ooooh) but little darling watch me change their minds.
Yeah for you, I’ll try, I’ll try, I’ll try, I’ll try,
I’ll pick up these broken pieces till I’m bleeding, if that’ll make it right.


[Chorus]
Cuz there’ll be no sunlight, if I lose you baby.
There’ll be no clear skies, if I lose you baby.
Just like the clouds pass, I would do the same,
If you walk away, everything will rain, rain, rain.

(Ooooh, ooooh, ooooh)

[Bridge]
(Ooooh) Don’t you say, goodbye, don’t you say, goodbye,
I’ll pick up these broken pieces till I’m bleeding, if that’ll make it right.

[Chorus]
Cuz there’ll be no sunlight, if I lose you baby.
There’ll be no clear skies, if I lose you baby.
Just like the clouds pass, I would do the same,
If you walk away, everything will rain, rain, rain.

(ooooh, ooooh, ooooh)

Bruno Mars - Talking To The Moon

I know you′re somewhere out there
Somewhere far away
I want you back
I want you back
My neighbours think
I′m crazy
But they don′t understand
You′re all I have
You′re all I have

[Chorus:]
At night when the stars
light up my room
I sit by myself
Talking to the Moon.
Try to get to You
In hopes you′re on
the other side
Talking to me too.
Or Am I a fool
who sits alone
Talking to the moon?

I′m feeling like
I′m famous
The talk of the town
They say
I′ve gone mad
Yeah
I′ve gone mad
But they don′t know
what I know
Cause when the
sun goes down
someone′s talking back
Yeah
They′re talking back

[Chorus:]
At night when the stars
light up my room
I sit by myself
Talking to the moon.
Try to get to You
In hopes you′re on
the other side
Talking to me too.
Or am I a fool
who sits alone
Talking to the moon?

Ahh...Ahh...Ahh..
Do you ever hear me calling
(Ahh...Ahh..Ahh..)
Ho hou ho ho hou

′Cause every night
I′m talking to the moon

Still try to get to you
In hopes you′re on
the other side
Talking to me too
Or am I a fool
who sits alone
Talking to the moon?

Ohoooo...

I know you′re somewhere out there
Somewhere far away

Ayreon - Merlin′s Will

MERLIN, WHO IS UNAFFECTED BY -AND THEREFORE IGNORANT
OF- THE ′TIME TELEPATHY′ EXPERIMENT,
ASSUMES THAT AYREON′S PROPHECIES ARE DECEPTIVE,
AND SO AYREON MUST BE SILENCED.
OR COULD THERE BE AN UNDERTONE OF ENVY IN HIS WORDS?

[MERLIN:]
Ayreon, don′t you know who I am
Ayreon, I′ll have you know that I can
charm you with a wave of my hand
you bow to my command

Ayreon, you′re an evil stranger
Ayreon, you′ve become a danger
your words are all but a lie
I vow that ye shall die

[KNIGHTS:]
it′s Merlin′s will, his will be done
the end has come for Ayreon
it′s Merlin′s will
and his will be done

[MERLIN:]
Ayreon, you′re in my domain now
Ayreon, I renounce your name now
no one will know who you are
you′ll fade out like a star

Ayreon - The Shooting Company Of Captain Frans B. Coco

"It is the 17th century. I am a noble ensign-bearer posing with my guild for the Dutch
master painter, Rembrandt van Rijn, in Amsterdam."

[Mouse, Lana Lane]

I′m standing proud
In this noble crowd
My banner raised high the coat of arms of Amsterdam
To the mystic sky a magic light enchants the land

We′re marching on
The shooting company of Captain Frans B. Cocq

My uniform shines the livery of a high-born man
The Claw-guild signs immortalized by the master′s hand
Light and shade with colors rich and brushwork bold
Night and day with shadows black and amours gold

We′re marching on
The shooting company of Captain Frans B. Cocq

I′m standing proud
In this noble crowd
In our golden age eternalized by the artist′s hand
A glorious page in the history of our tiny land

We′re marching on
Up to the battlefield to where the spirits walk
The shooting company of Captain Frans B. Cocq

Ayreon - Original Hippie′s Amazing Trip

[Hippie]
Hey dude, you′re so uncool
But hey, that′s alright
Like there′s no need to get uptight
My eyes reflect the stars
And a smile lights up my face
We′re on an amazing flight in space

It′s kinda groovy in this world of fantasy
Where no one else can go
Within these boundaries I′m shielded from reality
Without a care or woe

[Egyptian]
Amon-ra, have you come to seal my fate?
In the garden of emotions
Free my ka, how much longer must I wait?
In the garden of emotions

[Hippie]
I roam the universe in cosmic meditation
To find my inner me
I′m getting high on love and spiritual vibrations
To set bad karma free

[Egyptian]
Amon-ra, have you come to seal my fate?
In the garden of emotions
Free my ka, how much longer must I wait?
In the garden of emotions

[Hippie]
Mirror mirror I can see a lonely child, he kinda looks like me
Staring out into infinity
His father lies, his mother cries, his spirit flies up in the skies
Wandering off to another galaxy

[Futureman]
Secret fears we all try to hide
Lie dormant deep inside us
Defy the ghosts of long forgotten days
Here inside the mirror maze

[Hippie]
Mirror mirror I can see an angry boy, oh well I guess he′s me
Rising up to the society
He′s aware that no one cares and life′s unfair so he grows his hair
And takes a trip into eternity

[Futureman]
Secret fears we all try to hide
Lie dormant deep inside us
Defy the ghosts of long forgotten days
Here inside the mirror maze

Ayreon - The Sixth Extinction

[1. Echoes on the Wind]

It′s the calm before the storm
It′s the quiet before the roar
It′s the time when all will be decided.
(All will be decided)
But nobody hears
The Echoes on the Wind

It′s the end of the chain
(Destruction of the feelings)
It′s the end of our game
(We′re seeing as before)
It′s the end of man′s evolution
(The end of the evolution)
But nobody hears
The echoes on the wind

[2. Radioactive Grave]

Do you hear the sirens?
Do you see them burst?
Do you feel the fire?
(Grunt)

I can hear them crying
I can see their fear
I can see them dying
(Grunt)

Do you hear them calling
Do you see them hurt?
Do you feel them falling?
(Grunt)

I can′t think of waiting
I can see their hearts
I can see them fading
(Grunt)
Do you hear the sirens?
Do you see them burst?
Do you feel the fire?
(Grunt)

I can hear them crying
I can see their fear
I can see them dying
(Grunt)

[3. 2085]

Silence′s so loud
Not a soul left alive
Darkness′s a shroud
2085
All our dreams have disappeared
They burned down, tree of life
Confirming all that we feared
2085

Don′t give up
Remember how we felt
Fire rushing through our veins

Now it′s the time
To rise up from our hell
Now it′s the time to free our brains

The meaning of life is to
Give life meaning
Don′t you fast, move too slow.

Restore the balance
Between thinking and feeling
Open up and let it flow

No side has won
Struggled to survive
Our quest here is done
2085
All our hopes have disappeared
Our race will
Not describe
Time will not bring color here
2085

Don′t give in
Remember all we learned
The spark of life if did ignite

We′re again, The rest for which we earth
We′re again, A wealthy fire

We must resolve this human equation
We′re already dead if we don′t try
To welcome challenge, genetic variation
Stop the machines, prepare to die

[4. To the Planet of Red]

[Instrumental]

[5. Spirit of the Wind]

He′s the last man alive
(Searching for the answer)
Knowing he won′t survive
(To the mystery of live)
He lives the past, and dreams of the future
(Dreaming of the future)
And soon he′ll set free
(And the sleeper will awake)
The Spirit of The Wind

[6. Complete the Circle]

Make us whole
Migrator soul
Follow you home
Complete the Circle
We must survive
Restore our lives
Always be sure
Complete the Circle [x2]

Send back visions
Into the past
Of war and decay
Hear the final cries!

I see them dying
We have to teach them
Migrator soul

We′re gain over to fly
We′re already die
We found a way

I know we′re knocking at the end
Listen to the One man

We gave them a language
What did they say
What did they learn

We have no chance
We are the future
We are the pain
Complete the Circle!

Ayreon - The Stranger From Within

He′s a stranger I don′t know Where he′s coming from
Is he a danger to me or just Another man
He knows magic or maybe He′s a charlatan
Is it a sly trick he plays does He have a plan

He said he came from a World beyond my dreams
From the depths of my mind
He said he′d burn like star And disappear
But leave his spirit behind

He′s a stranger a man with a Destiny
A rearranger of fate a Changer of lives
They will erase him for they Are all afraid of him
They′re gonna trace him and Then cause him to die

He said he′d cure me I do Not have to die
I hold my fate in my hands
He said he′d always be there Everytime I′d cry
One day I would understand

He was a stranger they shot Him and now he′s dead
I′m out of danger he lives on Inside my head

He said he came from a World beyond my dreams
From the depths of my mind
He said he′d burn like star And disappear
But leave his spirit behind

He said he′d cure me I do Not have to die
I hold my fate in my hands
He said he′d always be there Everytime I′d cry
One day I would understand

Ayreon - The Truth Is In Here

Last night I had that dream again
My world was black as night
Plagued by visions of a future world
Mr L, did you take your meds?

I sang about these dreams
Warning man of his demise
Wasted words that no one heard
Won′t you please relax? I′ll make your bed

Today I had that dream again
I roamed among the stars
On the wings of an amazing flight
Mr L, do you feel OK?

To a place beyond our time
Where the sunlight doesn′t warm
And colour bleeds into the night
We may have to increase your dose today

I know the truth is out there
Didn′t you want to see?
I know the truth is in here
Why should we believe you?
Didn′t you want to flee

Now I have that dream again
I live beneath the waves
In a ground of grace and majesty
Mr L can I ease your mind
In the distant shadows loom
Cold machines rise from the deep
In a world once proud and free
Would you free your thoughts, let it all abide

I hate to have that dream again
They live inside my head
Feeling everything I feel inside
Mr L can you please be still?

They speak to me in dreams
They can see all I can see
They have always been my guide
Gotta hush now, please have another pill

I know the truth is out there
Why should we believe you?
Didn′t you want to see
I know the truth is here
Why should we deceive you?
Didn′t you want to feel?

We are all alone
There′s no one there
You don′t have to be afraid

Can′t you see through this masquerade?
We are all alone
We are all clones
There′s no one there
I am so scared
You don′t have to be afraid

Last night I had that dream again
My world was black as night
Plagued by visions of a future world
Mr L, would you take your rest?

They speak to me in dreams
They could see all I can see
They have always been my guide
Won′t you please relax? I′ll make your bed

I know the truth is out there
Why should we believe you?
Didn′t you want to see
Why should we deceive you?
I know the truth is in here
Why should we believe you?
Didn′t you want to feel?

Ayreon - Day Nineteen: Disclosure

Best friend:
My good friend, I hope you hear my voice
I must alleviate this ache
I’ve thought about this and found I have no choice
I have to tell you this for conscience’ sake

I felt alone, forsaken and afraid
Out of work and out of love
I needed someone to ease some of the pain
And she was there for me when times were rough

CHORUS
Wife:
My sweet love, my heart belongs to you
But I was lonely and the need for passion grew
You were never here, and even when you were
Most of my words would go unheard

Best friend: I’d be there to comfort her
Wife: We’d share our distress
Best friend: But we were never in love
Wife: Can you forgive us?

Best friend:
My good friend, well maybe I am wrong
I think you saw us on that day
I want you to know, she loved you all along
I hope that this will help you in some way

Chorus

Love: Don’t be afraid, her heart belongs to you
Passion: Don’t be afraid, don’t keep her waiting
Love: It’s time to rise, and tell them what you feel
Passion: You have to let them know
Love: Here the dream ends, this is real

Me: I’ll be there to comfort her
Passion: I know you will be!
Me: I’ll come back to life
Love: I know that you can!

Ayreon - Carried By The Wind

"It is the 6th century. This is where it all began. My tired body has passed away, but my
once-tortured spirit is finally free now. My name is ... Ayreon."

[Arjen Lucassen]

I′ve crossed the edge where time disappears
My life has been taken by the charm of the seer
My conscience is clear, I committed no sin
My spirit roams free now, carried by the wind

My mission has failed, the spell has been cast
I wasn′t the first one and I won′t be the last
This can′t be the end, so let it begin
My message will reach you, carried by the wind

Out here on Mars I now realize
Mankind has vanished, tears fill my eyes
There must be a world I can live in
My spirit will find it, carried by the wind

Ayreon - Across The Rainbow Bridge

And now this Rainbow Bridge: an iridescent span of tears - so fragile and yet so strong. Will
it support your mortal shells? Or will you fall into the fiery brine below?

[knight]
I hark back to olden days
to her and her magic ways
two souls in harmony
in an endless sea
the cruel wings of destiny
carried you away from me
and left a heart unstilled
that never will be filled

[roman (chorus:)]
beyond these stygian skies our fortress lies
across the rainbow bridge
we′ll span the sea of tears and conquer all our fears (inside)
forsake this mourning field and drop your shield
across the rainbow bridge
run to the other side where all our dreams abide

[knight]
I′d sacrifice my very life
to have you at my side
like a dream I see your face
through the misty haze
we were one amid the stars
and time never healed my scars
deep inside the sadness burns
I must return!

[roman (chorus)]

[hippie]
scarlet crimson rosy red
I must be dead
or stoned out of my head
orange yellow tangerine
the acid queen
in a psychedelic scene
ochre chestnut chocolate brown
I′m upside down
on a cosmic eiderdown

ivory milky chalky white, the stars ignite, I vanish in the light - that burns so bright

Step forward. Beyond lies your goal: the Electric Castle! The past is gone! Do you wish to
lapse in limbo forever? No! Be resolute.. There are trials ahead - and rewards for those who
strive: the Surreal Search endures...

[roman & knight]
run run the past is gone, it cannot be undone
run run the future is here, our fate is drawing near

[roman (chorus)]

Ayreon - The Fifth Extinction

[Glimmer Of Hope]

[Anneke van Giersbergen:] Through their eyes we will see
[Bob Catley:] With their hands we will create
[Anneke van Giersbergen:] In their world we will be free
[Bob Catley:] With our minds we′ll shape their fate

[Steve Lee:]
Now the die is cast, the first step taken
A glimmer of hope lights up our lives
Visions of the past, dreams forsaken
Forming right before our eyes
We′re alive

[Anneke van Giersbergen:] Through their pain we′ll learn to live
[Bob Catley:] Remember all life has to give

[Jorn Lande:]
Now the die is cast, the first step taken
A glimmer of hope lights up our lives
Visions of the past, dreams forsaken
Re-ignite the sparkle in our eyes
We′re alive! So alive!

[World Of Tomorrow Dreams]

[Tom Englund:]
I see a planet, perfect for our needs
Behold our target, a world to plant our seeds
[Steve Lee:]
There must be life, first remove any trace of doubt!
They may all die, don′t you think we should check it out?
[Daniel Gildenlow:]
We have no choice, we waited far too long
This is our planet, this is where they belong
[Jorn Lande:]
We may regret this, is this the way it′s supposed to be?
A cold execution, a mindless act of cruelty!

[Bob Catley:]
In the World of Tomorrow Dreams, our future lies
In the World of Tomorrow Dreams, our hopes will rise

[Hansi Kursch:]
In the World of Tomorrow Dreams, our future lies
In the World of Tomorrow Dreams, our hopes will rise

[Tom Englund:]
I see mainly reptiles, a lower form of intelligence
Mere brainless creatures with no demonstrable sentience
[Jorn Lande:]
What makes us superior, we did not do so great ourselves!
A dying race, imprisoned in restricted shells

[Bob Catley:]
In the World of Tomorrow Dreams, our future lies
In the World of Tomorrow Dreams, our hopes will rise

[Hansi Kursch:]
In the World of Tomorrow Dreams, our future lies
In the World of Tomorrow Dreams, our hopes will rise

[Derek Sherinian: Synth solo]

[Collision Course]

[From The Ashes]

[Tom Englund:] And as the smoke slowly rises
[Jonas Renkse:] Our planet′s bare and cold
[Tom Englund:] But as the black sky brightens
[Jonas Renkse:] A wondrous world unfolds

[Daniel Gildenlow:] We′re at the dawn of a new age
[Bob Catley:] As we hear the final cries
[Daniel Gildenlow:] Ready to enter the next stage
[Bob Catley:] From the ashes we will rise

[Steve Lee:] And as the smoke slowly rises
[Hansi Kursch:] Our planet′s bare and cold
[Steve Lee:] But as the black sky brightens
[Hansi Kursch:] A wondrous world unfolds

[Floor Jansen:] We′re at the dawn of a new age
[Jorn Lande:] As we hear the final cries
[Floor Jansen:] Ready to enter the next stage
[Jorn Lande:] From the ashes we will rise!

[Glimmer Of Hope Reprise]

[Daniel Gildenlow:]
Now the die is cast, the first step taken
A glimmer of hope lights up our lives
Visions of the past, dreams forsaken
Re-ignite the sparkle in our eyes
We are alive

Ayreon - Ye Courtyard Minstrel Boy

a new horizon
hear the travellers call
behold there lies a kingdom
go forth ye minstrel tall

sing of your wisdom
spread tidings of joy
a feast of song and laughter
ye courtyard minstrel boy

o′dance thee ′round the table
for conquerors and kings
thou muist win the heart of Gwenhwyfar
fair maiden of the king

thy lord thy master
Arthur thee so bold
heed the words of Ayreon
and thy future will unfold

sing ye tales of wonder
whilst ye hide behind the joy
cast thy spell asunder
ye courtyard minstrel boy

sing ye, oh sing ye, courtyard minstrel boy

a day of splendour
how beautiful birds sing
ladies, lords and masters
and rainbows he would bring

a child′s sadness
sweet dreams, oh princely boy
let thyn eyes reveal the madness
ye courtyard minstrel boy

Ayreon - Waking Dreams

[Jonas Renkse:]
Life, imagination
Missing link in the chain
We′ll fuel your minds
Color your thoughts
Come to you waking dreams

Fire, inspiration
Missing branch on the tree
We′re all rude
We′re all black
Come to you in waking dreams

[Anneke:]
Sail the stream as I dance upon the waves of a waking dream
As it passes you by.
Ride the beam as I rise upon the wings of a waking dream
As it fades in the sky.

[Jonas:]
Mind transformation
You were chosen
Live the the dream that we have been dreaming
Now is a time to come together and make it come true
Oh me and you

[Anneke:]
Sail the stream as I dance upon the waves of a waking dream as it passes you by.
(Dancing on the waves)
Ride the beam as I rise upon the wings of a waking dream as it fades in the sky.

[solo keyboard: Tomas Bodin]

[solo guitar: Arjen]

[Anneke:]
Sail the stream as I dance upon the waves of a waking dream as it passes you by.
(Dancing on the waves)
Ride the beam as I rise upon the wings of a waking dream as it fades in the sky.