Freestyle

Cormega

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    Busta Rhymes, the place to be
    Flipmode Squad, entirety
    With the God, Cormega
    No fucking deals, we gets biz like that
    Stack bills, y'all niggas chill
    One time, QB, yeah my nigga Cormega
    Busta Rhymes, real MC's
    What the fuck, chill y'all niggas will watch
    From above, up in the heavens, Busta Rhymes, and Cormega
    It's about approximately seven o'clock
    Its get busy while niggas is still riding the jock
    Yeah my gock, stay on cock
    What the fuck you looking at black?
    Relax, chill with all that
    I'm saying though
    Its gets busy with the wild flow
    Busta Rhymes, gets busy, and digging 40 below
    While you shoveling snow
    We freestyle and having a good time
    Busta Rhymes, my nigga named Cormega
    Lets have a seat and play a game of, uh.
    Sega Genesis, we gets busy from here to Nemesis
    It comes through like this
    While all them other niggas is diminishing and blemishing
    We come through with the rhymes, and we still finishing
    The whole show at the end of the night
    Niggas don't feel right, niggas is moving uptight
    Fuck the bullshit, I'm coming through my shit is out of sight
    Play out in tomorrows, while niggas is driving fly cars
    Motherfucker, we driving fat bottles at the bar
    Niggas can't see me and the mega, is superstars
    Now what the fuck is here, Busta Rhymes living legend, dairy
    Cormega, it's very necessary, that we school niggas
    Drop jewels on niggas, fools out of niggas
    We play em like that, word is born
    Guess we comes down like this
    Have fun mega, show them niggas deal shit

    Yo son, we need the silence
    Yo shit is real I can't escape the violence
    In my sleep, I see jail cells in Gator Island
    My greatest challenge, to analyze, like I'm weighing ounces
    Lounging in a rover, on a Jamaican island
    I kick the potent grammar, flow like, coke you bag up
    I told my son in mart nine to blow your man up
    My hand to hand soldiers, rep ill
    If my words don't affect you, then death will
    Mega Montana, for real, say hello to the bad guys
    This Busta Rhymes, Mega shit is madd fly, and I
    Keep my heater on standby
    The nine millimeter shine, kill or be killed
    You fuck me you die, you fuck me you die, you fuck me you'll die
    I don't trust a nine, but a I love my nigga Busta Rhymes

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    Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
    Right through the door, the ambassador
    Busta Rhymes will make all you niggas fall on the floor
    Catch a heat stroke, Busta Rhymes is still provoke
    Niggas will choke off my black smoke, what the fuck
    Niggas don't really want the noise, its Busta Rhymes
    I make noise, for all the little girls and boys
    To enjoy when I speak
    It's Busta Rhymes, and I get down every single day of the week
    Motherfuckers talk that bullshit, shit still sound weak
    What the fuck you dealing wit?
    Niggas is bustin' nuts all over your families
    Its Busta Rhymes, and I come through, and I defy gravities
    Niggas can not see the technology
    It's Busta Rhymes, my shit is advanced, take one chance
    My shit is like CD's enhanced
    It's a breakthrough, what the fuck is the deal
    My rhyme skill, is so ill, niggas better chill
    Busta Rhymes coming through for real, Cormega..

    What up my nigga?
    [Busta Rhymes]
    We had fun
    [Cormega]
    Yeah, It's like that, you don't stop
    [Busta Rhymes]
    Then we back niggas guns

    Yeah, Yeah, It's like that and you don't stop
    My nigga Busta Rhymes kicking from the bottom to the top
    In the studio live, me and my niggas lied
    My and my nigga Busta rep'n since 9-5
    Cause 95, that's the year a nigga like me arrived
    On the streets I was locked down, doing my time
    I see my nigga Busta in the studio, he like yo
    "Your shit is peace God", I'm like "peace, I like you too bro"
    Ever since then, we've been cool like Hennessey, and Remi
    And rhyme is like extremity
    I'm in the studio, kicking the rhyme again, I'm divine again
    With my black notebook, and ill fucking Heineken
    My nigga motherfucker Busta, the Rhyme
    Yo, shit is real God
    Peace, love, divine (Word is born)

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