Yeah, yeah, y-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah, y-y-y-y-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah (Let's start it off with my man Dilla)
Yeah, yeah, y-y-y-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah (Go)
Blunderin' fools that's wonderin' (Who's that?)
Bust Rhymes, reincarnatin' the boom-bap (Bitch)
Powerful blow, y'all should probably move back
Take notes, study my shit, school a new jack
Look, this what you do while I give you the new crack (Peep)
How I bang 'em and throw another loose stack
Bomb hard, you know it's the God when I spit, though
CC Sabathia how a **** pitch blow
Pop like I'm holdin' a cannon, let the bitch go
Can't box God, what you holdin' up your fist for? (Fist for)
Sharper than ever, I be on my tip-toe
Probably thinkin' shit's a superpower how my wrist glow
Mutilate and completely devour **** (Get low)
While I'm wide receivin' that bread, Ochocinco
Bitin' the beat like I was schizo
Come through, have you a seat, enjoy the best show
Y'all don't want me spazz, my ****, ain't how you want it (Want it)
Y'all don't want me spazz, my ****, ain't how you want it (Want it)
Y'all don't want me spazz, my ****, ain't how you want it (Want it)
Y'all don't want me spazz, my ****, ain't how you want it (Want it)
Y'all don't want me spazz, my ****, ain't how you want it (Want it)
Y'all don't want me spazz—
Bag big-ass bitches and rope 'em, now **** call me cow rustler
Any **** frontin' and want it, I'ma satisfy the customer (Who want it?)
I got a half-priced ass whippin' for bussin' ya
Beat 'em and disassemble a **** with a muffler
Do this shit for the hustler
While I'm sippin', I'm whippin' the gas guzzler
V12 racin' down the Bruckner
I laugh at most of you **** to the point they call me chuckler
I bring it for the hood and you know I'm Black for the sufferer
I got a damn right spazzin' and actin' so obscene
Typecast when I black like Bokeem
Woodbine, you wishin' ya could find shit that I stash
Shit that be makin' a **** wan' clash
Bust ya shit with a smash and do the dash and have 'em look for the chalk
I body shit, then I'm leavin' the street to talk and I'm plantin' my pitchfork
And then I rep it, connect it, and then bruise **** that study my next chess moves
You took a wrong turn on this avenue (Uh-huh)
Y'all know that y'all ain't got a cage for this animal (Uh-huh)
When I'm in the buildin', **** know how to act
Get it up, get it up, get it up, up (Bang on 'em)
Act sick (Come on), backflip (Come on)
You know the God be back in the cockpit (Come on)
Money flippin' like we on the crack strip (Come on)
See, we ain't playin'
Load the million, we keep 'em prayin', watch me **** it up again
Yo, yo, I hit 'em slow like a bag of the dro
A mack with the glow, black in my clothes (Yeah)
All of a sudden, they buzzin', I'm what you never heard of
I'm everything that they wasn't, let me expose it further
Future high-tech, I di-tect and dissect **** and ride jets
And switch 'em out and then I think about how my mind gets (Righteous)
Then I use a cloud to wipe my ass while I'm flyin', diapers
'Til I split multiple cells in the brain when I spit in ciphers
And I got the game locked more than categorized lifers
Better clarify your vision and clear the screen with the wipers
I'm nicer, when I switch a lane like I'm whippin' a Viper
The type to wrestle up bread like I'm Rowdy Roddy Piper
You the type to kiss a bitch who give me head and wanna wife her
Roll up, all of a sudden (Hold up), there's no competin'
But it amaze me the type of shit **** dream when they be sleepin'
Reluctantly I claim and charter the plane for the weekend
While I watch 'em wake up to unfathomable ass beatings
Look, look, turn the lights off
I might wipe off the perspiration
My mic's off?
Well, **** it, I'ma keep it goin', bitch, 'til my track gone
Kev Brown, do me a favor, turn my mic back on
Jimmy crack corn, just when you thought you laid the bomb down, homie
You was dreamin', better calm down, homie (Down—)
SPAZZZ - Busta Rhymes
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[00:00.000]作詞 : T. Smith/James D. Yancey/K. Brown/C. Cross/P. Korda/P Gage/M. Robinson/William Robinson Jr./Peter Gage/Paul Korda/Jaqueline Members/Robert Poindexter
[00:01.000]作曲 : T. Smith/James D. Yancey/K. Brown/C. Cross/P. Korda/P Gage/M. Robinson/William Robinson Jr./Peter Gage/Paul Korda/Jaqueline Members/Robert Poindexter
[00:04.297]Yeah, yeah, y-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
[00:06.696]Yeah, yeah, y-y-y-y-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah (Let's start it off with my man Dilla)
[00:09.698]Yeah, yeah, y-y-y-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah (Go)
[00:12.396]Blunderin' fools that's wonderin' (Who's that?)
[00:14.497]Bust Rhymes, reincarnatin' the boom-bap (Bitch)
[00:17.396]Powerful blow, y'all should probably move back
[00:19.648]Take notes, study my shit, school a new jack
[00:22.197]Look, this what you do while I give you the new crack (Peep)
[00:25.143]How I bang 'em and throw another loose stack
[00:27.344]Bomb hard, you know it's the God when I spit, though
[00:29.843]CC Sabathia how a **** pitch blow
[00:32.444]Pop like I'm holdin' a cannon, let the bitch go
[00:34.944]Can't box God, what you holdin' up your fist for? (Fist for)
[00:37.942]Sharper than ever, I be on my tip-toe
[00:40.094]Probably thinkin' shit's a superpower how my wrist glow
[00:42.693]Mutilate and completely devour **** (Get low)
[00:45.192]While I'm wide receivin' that bread, Ochocinco
[00:48.443]Bitin' the beat like I was schizo
[00:50.344]Come through, have you a seat, enjoy the best show
[00:53.594]Y'all don't want me spazz, my ****, ain't how you want it (Want it)
[00:56.243]Y'all don't want me spazz, my ****, ain't how you want it (Want it)
[00:58.743]Y'all don't want me spazz, my ****, ain't how you want it (Want it)
[01:01.293]Y'all don't want me spazz, my ****, ain't how you want it (Want it)
[01:03.843]Y'all don't want me spazz, my ****, ain't how you want it (Want it)
[01:06.493]Y'all don't want me spazz—
[01:07.392]Bag big-ass bitches and rope 'em, now **** call me cow rustler
[01:10.693]Any **** frontin' and want it, I'ma satisfy the customer (Who want it?)
[01:13.844]I got a half-priced ass whippin' for bussin' ya
[01:15.792]Beat 'em and disassemble a **** with a muffler
[01:18.343]Do this shit for the hustler
[01:19.541]While I'm sippin', I'm whippin' the gas guzzler
[01:21.542]V12 racin' down the Bruckner
[01:23.444]I laugh at most of you **** to the point they call me chuckler
[01:25.989]I bring it for the hood and you know I'm Black for the sufferer
[01:28.838]I got a damn right spazzin' and actin' so obscene
[01:31.389]Typecast when I black like Bokeem
[01:33.740]Woodbine, you wishin' ya could find shit that I stash
[01:36.440]Shit that be makin' a **** wan' clash
[01:38.561]Bust ya shit with a smash and do the dash and have 'em look for the chalk
[01:41.460]I body shit, then I'm leavin' the street to talk and I'm plantin' my pitchfork
[01:44.708]And then I rep it, connect it, and then bruise **** that study my next chess moves
[01:49.154]You took a wrong turn on this avenue (Uh-huh)
[01:51.303]Y'all know that y'all ain't got a cage for this animal (Uh-huh)
[01:53.904]When I'm in the buildin', **** know how to act
[01:55.954]Get it up, get it up, get it up, up (Bang on 'em)
[01:58.955]Act sick (Come on), backflip (Come on)
[02:01.364]You know the God be back in the cockpit (Come on)
[02:03.844]Money flippin' like we on the crack strip (Come on)
[02:06.243]See, we ain't playin'
[02:07.193]Load the million, we keep 'em prayin', watch me **** it up again
[02:09.978]Yo, yo, I hit 'em slow like a bag of the dro
[02:12.177]A mack with the glow, black in my clothes (Yeah)
[02:14.478]All of a sudden, they buzzin', I'm what you never heard of
[02:16.928]I'm everything that they wasn't, let me expose it further
[02:19.847]Future high-tech, I di-tect and dissect **** and ride jets
[02:23.647]And switch 'em out and then I think about how my mind gets (Righteous)
[02:26.647]Then I use a cloud to wipe my ass while I'm flyin', diapers
[02:29.046]'Til I split multiple cells in the brain when I spit in ciphers
[02:31.847]And I got the game locked more than categorized lifers
[02:34.297]Better clarify your vision and clear the screen with the wipers
[02:36.797]I'm nicer, when I switch a lane like I'm whippin' a Viper
[02:39.397]The type to wrestle up bread like I'm Rowdy Roddy Piper
[02:41.897]You the type to kiss a bitch who give me head and wanna wife her
[02:44.296]Roll up, all of a sudden (Hold up), there's no competin'
[02:46.964]But it amaze me the type of shit **** dream when they be sleepin'
[02:49.464]Reluctantly I claim and charter the plane for the weekend
[02:51.914]While I watch 'em wake up to unfathomable ass beatings
[02:54.413]Look, look, turn the lights off
[02:56.414]I might wipe off the perspiration
[02:58.313]My mic's off?
[02:59.014]Well, **** it, I'ma keep it goin', bitch, 'til my track gone
[03:01.613]Kev Brown, do me a favor, turn my mic back on
[03:04.163]Jimmy crack corn, just when you thought you laid the bomb down, homie
[03:07.012]You was dreamin', better calm down, homie (Down—)
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