: Yeah! Right about now motherfuckers is layin for a nigga like me Ice-T to bust some freestyle shit... but I don't do that I just cold lounge up here
Die, that's the code of the streets I didn't invent Niggas sketch my life out with malicious intent My skin color's got me trapped in a never ending ghetto
t the same Suckers kidnapped the game I know the biggest in the business, and no joke Half of em broke - and none of em smoke (Bust the facts, loc) I
I live life the fly way Used to bang and hustle but I traded for the big game Infamy got dumped for fame Now I'm known and respect as creator of the crime rhyme
a slinky Slip and slide with my twinkie Welcome to my world As it winds and it twists I'm a kick a funky little rhyme that you missed Boo loo chewy wewwy
up with rhymes cause this flow of mine is like blow up but lines of coca And your folks think Hov' just wrote stuff to rhyme Nah, I'm a poster for what
And you know that I'm from the wicked crew, you act like you knew But I got everybody jumping through the hoops You kickin wicked rhymes, picket signs
and Ronnie Bump. Skinned knees from being bad-ass little boys. Police si-re-ns and baby screams was average noise. Hip-Hop came, the ghetto copped the
fuking head To make his whole crew believers, you're harder than a bitch full of dicks But that don't be sounding like King shit to me See now in the ghetto
cause I made it One quarter through life some God-ly like thing created Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while
is celebrated cause I made it One quarter through life some God-ly like thing created Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some Load up the mic and bust one
them slugs, one love to thugs that died in the field So many names don't got time to spit em, but through my rhymes they livin We the Bridge through tracks
Red the head in, dapple light centered East remains hot with police But I keep a lease for my, four-fifth automatic Extended clip rewind, bust mine Anytime
the refs get political, dribble like Bob Dole Am I gettin' lyrical? Daddy, I think so Monstar droppin' flavor fluid so drink slow Chorus (Busta Rhymes
: [Planet Asia] It's the professional [x3] Easy now, easy now, easy now The Architecht-Planet Asia collaboration Yo I speak in ghetto star gallactics
: [1st Verse] You want me to jam I'm finna Enter brain waves Pain from insane days Make you sick Like bad mayonnaise TECH N9NE Got the remedy Rhyme
) [Tech N9ne] You want me to jam I'm finna enter Brain waves came from insane days Make ya sick like bad mayonnaise [Tech N9ne] Got the remedy rhyme