cats bubble humbly I'm hungry, Killa Bee Trilogy triumphantly Hammer head, dart allignment, work is sonic Keep your ears open for new assignments Ride with the livest, frontline rhyme
miss you, oh I just miss you, oh Homie, I'll never forget you, no For you, I wanna write the sickest rhyme of my life So sick it'll blow up the mic,
Hey, another one of them Flipmode joints Busta rhymes y'all, word mother y'all, check it out, y'all Just swing to the left, swing to the right Make ya
Keith Sweat, Busta Rhymes Ridin' with the Flipmode on fire now I love to stand up in corners With thugs, holdin' it down Or be in golf courses Sippin
gangstas do gangsta shit, real recognize real Still laughing to the bank and shit Back to Cor, got him a deal but his rhymes was whack Def Jam now that
Busta Rhymes, 2000 We got the fire now Come on Hey, come on, hey whether it's from all of us You best believe Busta rhymes more flavor than all the rest
be stealin them [Vigilante] You got a good rise in your rolodex, who flow is next? Comin out to {fuck} with the best, put it in your chest Inhale it and hold that, blow
L, so I don't drive Lex Game so bickery So full of trickery Nursery rhyming, hickory-dickory Blowing that sour, the hood call it pickle-ry Biggie, Puffy, Busta
had a clue of what Id really do. The ghetto pushin through, but I'ma do it right. Never buckle, never stop to struggle! Layzie gotta muscle through the pressure, bust
they heard that nigga bone Niggaz somehow someway get paid Even if they hate that buck to tha bang Good thing I got a gat 'Cause we rhyme tight rhymes
beginning, They want me committed, to the murder, onneee Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, competition, ready to die, Opposition, never survive, when I get done, bustin my rhyme
told her she could keep it And then I walked out the store, it's our secret But peep it made it down the hall, she came running Bags about to bust, blouse
-Tang Clan I be hectic and comin' for the head piece protect it Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggaz want the ruckus Bustin' at me brush, now bust it
's right back to the beats, longevity to all the great grand CC's [Havoc] Yo, for my QBC duns, it's all real hold it down You bust yours, we bust
Scarface so cold Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yo she ya Let me grab the microphone and I'm gone take it away Every time I spit I blow one or two speakers
hey Wake up everyday and make-up rhymes but I'm not Mary Kay Some say I'm dope as fuck, some label my rhymes incest My flex is kinda mean yo, so hey
blow, and emcees are gone with the wind Kickin the dumber rhyme, I'm not a print but I'm fresh, heatin up like the summertime, summer rhyme I'm a dime
rap Redman, really who rip rhymes in rough mode Yo, hold your breath while I explode 'Press rewind if I haven't blown your mind' 'Press rewind if I haven't blown