Busta Rhymes Freestyle lyrics

f/ Busta Rhymes, Mad Skillz



[Record Scratch]



[Busta Rhymes]

"Yeah, yeah- Drukenstyle `99- Busta Rhymes- I smoke blunts though, but I

get drunk with the Drunkenstyle `99 shit- Flipmode Squad, check it out."



Ayyo, extreme force of course- Time to floss

straight to The Source- Nigga, ya lost- Who be the boss?

Busta Rhymes, nigga, ya soft- Makin` ya cough,

turnin` ya ass off- Bounce to my loft, let me show off

more shit niggas can`t fuck wit`- The raw hit

Split your dome quick- Bitches lust my ice bracelet

Quick, baby, recite it- Ya like it

*Fucked* you in the right place with my night stick

I be the S-500, V-8, drop suspension,

customized twenty inch rim, chip inside the fuel injection

Pay attention to this lesson before I mention

Experience the Flipmode lyrical apprehension

I`m in the zone, hang up the cell phone

Rock stupid ice- Bitch started romancin` my stones

More style I`ve ever shown, holdin` my own

Don`t let me catch you alone `fore I hit you wit` the full blown!

Bust Rhymes like that, kick you in your back

Mothafucka, it`s goin` down like that

Drunkenstyle `99 shit



(Whistle blowing)



Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo

Ayyo- Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo

Ayyo- Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo

Ayyo, Drunkenstyle `99



Ayyo, one million and one times

We floss, fuck wit` these bitches wit` money on my mind

Rock coyote furs, displayin` Frank Mueller watches

Get in the waistline, the nozzle way down in my crotches

Open the jewelery boxes- Select ice wit` such a shine

Look at the sky, see little movin` color blotches

Supreme niggas, controllin` the scene niggas

Your crew funny-lookin` like Mr- Bean, nigga!

Bitch slap a bitch nigga, fall on the ground

and you apply- We identified what your little bitch sound

Ehhh! Ehhh! Niggas is cryin` like a faggot`s ass beaten

We catch pics and wild wit` they money for the weekend

Raise the stakes, my nigga, fuck the contemplatin`

Who be regulatin` shit, we controllin` the situation

Take your paper and bounce, niggas ain`t sayin` nothin`

Then I stop, stare in ya face and dare ya to say somethin`

Busta Rhymes, Flipmode Squad,

straight smokin` blunts consistantly

Drunkenstyle `99 shit, Flipmode Squad,

authentic street corner hip-hop, nigga

But the problem is Extinction Level Event shit

Bouncin` like satellites in orbit

Stay seein` all you funny-ass niggas at every-ass angle

Mothafucka, tryin` to move like you creepin` up on somethin`



Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo

Ayyo- Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo

Ayyo- Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo

Ayyo, Drunkenstyle `99

Ayyo- Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo

Ayyo- Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo

Ayyo- Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo

Ayyo, Drunkenstyle `99





[Mad Skillz on a telephone]

"Yo, this Mad Skillz, you-know-what-I`m-sayin`? When I ain`t endin` out

end M.C.`s careers real quick, I`m checkin` out my man Drunken Master,

you-know-what-I`m-sayin`? You know how we get down

And if you don`t know we don`t speak,

so watch you favorite beacon freak when my shit hits the streets

I`m unslept on like pissy sheets

I got lines and rhymes that raise minds like Einstein out his sleep

Fuck a heat- Nigga, I`m MC squared

Rhyme style rare and I`ll choke yo` ass like E in Hair

Not to be compared to you or that nigga over there

I`ma evacuate more rapid then a prison bomb scare- Aiiight?

Ya betta open up ya eyes and peep the real before I jump out this joint."
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