作词 : T. Smith/D. Lamb/O. Harris/R. Jones
作曲 : T. Smith/D. Lamb/O. Harris/R. Jones
What you want, let me love you
I wanna do my [?] rhymes and shit man
Know what I'm sayin'?
I don't know them shits
Yeah, c'mon
It's that shit, oh shit
That's that Wu Tang shit my nigga
Check this, yo there's two [?] out there who think they can **** with Ol Dirty Bastard, you know what I'm saying
Yeah, c'mon, c'mon
What, what, what, what
What, what, what, what
What, what, what, what (Yo)
I'm here to shock your dome piece, you know what I'm sayin'? (Yo, yo, yo)
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Shit get cataclysmic how I master the wicked division of spitting
Nigga, pass what you wishing
It's super surpassing your vision and whatever you're thinking
Of course, bags of sickening make them gag when I'm shitting type of flow
See the fact is I'm back and I'm stacking 'em up
How I'm heating the planet niggas be calling me [?]
So effortless in how I'm attacking 'em
Evеn when I'm resting, I'm black and niggas see the rеsults and next
Count 'em like checking the pulse of a corpse
When I show 'em no reaction ignoring you nigga (You [?] nigga)
Back to stacking this paper, exactly the lyrical and packing so literal criminal (Priceless)
And then that be the valuable mineral
Super subliminal, becoming the future like digital data
Pivotal moments, shit could get critical haters
See what I make the DJ do to the fader, rest in piece to Roc Raida
Body niggas traumatically major
Dramatically cater to niggas who want it and eat it
And live it and fart it just to open their vein and bleed it
Proceeded the situation every time it's hard to defeat it
The unstoppable, you need it
Whoa-hoa-hoa! Let me like slow up with the flow
If I move too quick, oh, you just won't know
Whoa-hoa-hoa! Let me like slow up with the flow
If I move too quick, oh, you just won't know
Introducing - yo **** that nigga's name
My hip hop drops on your head like rain
And when it rains it pours, cause my rhymes hardcore
That's why I give you more of the raw (Yo, yo)
[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
The tables turning, I'm just enjoying burning
You niggas is schooling and tutoring and [?] you niggas
So peep the way I come and meet 'em, I'll be on a reasonable doubt
I ain't rushing I'm taking the scenic route
On the paper trail just to unveiling just the real or irrelevant traffic and clear the lane and deliver that Illmatic
While keeping you hyper and keep you ecstatic
While I'm bringing shit harder
Especially when it's dark, I'm a midnight marauder
Now [?] bye little bitch, I hope you know I'm ready to die is the best
Appreciate your miss nigga, life after death
But in the meanwhile I poison you niggas with the heat for the blocks
Scratching and fiending and needing a detox
While you screaming I'm shining and gleaming and cleaning up the game in a mink
While I give you what's only built for cuban link
Niggas Incredible Hulk, America's most wanted
Hole in the fort, documented report in the wall report
Giving you that crack nigga, new jax
They need that Carter V for niggas that got appetites bigger than dinosaurs
Like, every time I spit I get rid of a few [?]
Extinction Level Event 2!
Whoa-hoa-hoa! Let me like slow up with the flow
If I move too quick, oh, you just won't know
Whoa-hoa-hoa! Let me like slow up with the flow
If I move too quick, oh, you just won't know
Introducing - yo **** that nigga's name
My hip hop drops on your head like rain
And when it rains it pours, cause my rhymes hardcore
That's why I give you more of the raw