Busta Rhymes lyrics
Busta Rhymes lyrics
"Hot Fudge lyrics"
Afrikan Buzz lyrics
Seh mi love seh mi love seh mi love afrika adda man adda man ashed blood and fire me ago show you weh mi a deal wid wid de mike ina me han yafi stop all the violence and the badaration ina south afrika all you hear a pam pam dem a teef all de goal and dem a look fi diman a de roots of the life dat you mus understand anna d
Seh mi love seh mi love seh mi love afrika adda man adda man ashed blood and fire me ago show you weh mi a deal wid wid de mike ina me han yafi stop all the violence and the badaration ina south afrika all you hear a pam pam dem a teef all de goal and dem a look fi diman a de roots of the life dat you mus understand anna d
Yo, I rearrange your wholesome change
Complicate your vision and make the world look strange
Try to remain calm but yet you still feel perspiration
Drip from the top of your lip - losing concentration
Don't you try to front like we got some type affiliation
Bought yourself a piece you shit to try and avoid the confrontation
Fear me, it's in your bloodstream feel the circulation
Permenantly trife and affecting life like ammunisation
Oh shit, I've got you feeling nervous on purpose (Ha!)
I love bring that shit right at you - door to door service
Instantaneous, you will still get your shit bust (Bust)
Only spontaneous, all that shit talk is miscellaneou
Rhythm Of Time lyrics
What's outside? The beat of the nation The stadium of Zonk The heart of the city The real world Retaliation Burning flags The pressure of daily life Nothing to be afraid of We believe in the future of the human race What's inside? The pulsing blood Turmoil and chaos Noises, images The rhythm of time We dream of the matin
sWhat's outside? The beat of the nation The stadium of Zonk The heart of the city The real world Retaliation Burning flags The pressure of daily life Nothing to be afraid of We believe in the future of the human race What's inside? The pulsing blood Turmoil and chaos Noises, images The rhythm of time We dream of the matin
You be rolling shady we gonn' establish all the shadyist
Yet all of my black peoples be the most craziest
Numerals of funerals every day
When I take a closer look of all my niggas around my way (Ha!)
Ha, yeah, I love to dig from deep within
Making your head spin
Hot Fudge coming on in good lord
Hot Fudge coming on in good lord
Hot Fudge coming on in good lord
Hot Fudge...
Da Da Do Dee Da Do Da De Do Da Da Ohh Ohh Ohh
Do Da Do Dee Da Do Da De Do Da Da Oww Oww Oww
Aeiyo, you look like my man, y'all look similiar
Alibis that niggas trying use like we familiar
Fuck that! You really need to check your criteria
Violating the worl
Beats lyrics
-------- My strings beats upon the chest My chest beats upon the heart My heart beats upon the blood My blood doesn't flow to my brain, I can tell because I'm getting cold, I haven't lived and I'm feeling old And when I talked to her she said no. My brain beats upon the pillow, My pillow beats upon the bed, My bed beats up
d, annihilate your whole area-------- My strings beats upon the chest My chest beats upon the heart My heart beats upon the blood My blood doesn't flow to my brain, I can tell because I'm getting cold, I haven't lived and I'm feeling old And when I talked to her she said no. My brain beats upon the pillow, My pillow beats upon the bed, My bed beats up
Been in this too long to allow niggas to try to take mine
23 years deep and I still exist as BUSTA RHYMES!
Aeiyo, I'm in this to win this, gets down to handle my buisiness
While I be Busta Rhymes you still be whoever your name is
In my past life the world felt my mega blast
Now in my present life I'ma still bust your fucking ass
Yo, it's been predicted, ever since I was a child
Getting addicted to candy bars I was still wicked
Drop jewels on many fools while my niggas pack tools
In '89 when we signed this Leaders Of The New School
Four, lyrical Schwarzeneggers rolling like commanders
Wrecking shit, hit after hit, while we set
How Strange It Seems lyrics
I'm a hack driver in New York City I've got seven kids on the lower east side I'm not a strong man, I'm not very pretty But in rush hour hell you should see me drive I'm a dressmaker in Lousiana Stick my finger ain't that a shame People come haggle and paw on my artwork But no two of my dresses are ever the same Chorus: Ho
the standardsI'm a hack driver in New York City I've got seven kids on the lower east side I'm not a strong man, I'm not very pretty But in rush hour hell you should see me drive I'm a dressmaker in Lousiana Stick my finger ain't that a shame People come haggle and paw on my artwork But no two of my dresses are ever the same Chorus: Ho
Back then came leaders of the 'New it was like a dream come true
You could scream on the mic and do what you gotta do
In the meantime I show improved and stick my lagoon theory
Scream at the top of my lungs until you fuckers hear me
Yo, I love to dig from deep within
Making your head spin
Hot Fudge coming on in good lord
Hot Fudge coming on in good lord
Hot Fudge coming on in good lord
Hot Fudge coming
Da Da Do Dee Da Do Da De Do Da Da Ohh Ohh Ohh
Do Da Do Dee Da Do Da De Do Da Da Oww Oww Oww
Da Da Do Dee Da Do Da Ohh Ohh Ohh
Do Da Do Dee Da Do Da Oww Oww Oww
Numerals of funerals everyday [repeat 12X]