Pon De Attack

Da Bush Babees

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    Sometimes I get so wild
    I blow up (POW)
    Here I come now
    Check out the new style
    Oh my god child
    Here comes the word dripper
    Word to black tripper
    Lyrical whipper slicker nigger
    Case closed like a zipper
    Ill flip ya with the style on the mic
    From the arm at PM dawn
    Next plan is hype
    So I excite to hold tight
    The underground sounds
    Jus got off Jacobs ladder
    (So wont you let me come down)
    Let me come down Ill kill someone
    With the gats son at least some men are in
    Some say Im awesome
    Jus like John I got the whole Single
    -ton on your back
    An its like that
    So I drive girls crazy
    Ask Mrs. Daisy
    Jump up an praise me
    Nobody can phase me
    I amaze me cuz yo my
    Tracks got the boomers
    Kickin the shit that
    Make ya back flip outcha bloomers
    Ill murder him
    Ill murder them
    Put me on the track
    For black Ill kill them
    (Y-Tee/Big Light)
    Rudeboy I sting and a badboy I shock
    Inside the clip man qwe load up the glock
    On shot tocks so we hafta bust shot
    Start from the bottom make we rise to the top
    (Bae-B-Face Kaos/Lee Majors)
    I ROCK
    Hip hop the best G
    I snipe just like wesley
    Crunch like nestle
    Tell me whos the best G
    Bush Babee bad man
    Ill flip the rap
    Got the hand on the gat
    Plus Im on the attack
    (Chorus 8X)
    Pon de attack, it goes pon de attack
    (Mr. Man)
    Ya just cant stop
    The rhymantically dreadified
    Lyrically ill
    Booger pickin
    Butt scrathin
    Heads a flyin, the illest
    Or should I say
    The most illified
    Type of hyperactive
    Lyricalmatical
    Boombastically bonified
    Hyper technical
    Unforgattable
    Crazy sweatable
    Individual
    Quick to put up a battle
    Rowdy, rapper goes bazootey
    Baggin up the goodies
    The rough rasta bootey
    Mr. man is attackin
    Thats when I get conniving
    So hold your freaking horses
    The boss is arriving.
    I gave a wussup like Martin
    Chill kid Im startin
    I beg your pardon
    Got it locked like a warden
    Applaudin cuz I got the illified flow
    Ya know the flow
    Yo Mr. Man steal the show
    Hecka-hecka-heck yeah
    Just cuz Im the lyrical master blaster
    Capitol-rapitol M/R/M/A/N
    So I rhyme faster than ya moms
    Could make a batch of big brown booger snacks
    When I Doodle-da-doot-doot-doot ATTACK.
    (Chorus 8X)
    (Y-Tee/Big Light)
    Pon de attacka break a DJ offa his spot
    But if a DJ wan fe disc jock fe come up on top
    Pon de attack break a DJ offa his spot
    But if a DJ wan fe disc jock fe come up on
    No me says break a leg a leg an dis boy cant jump
    Because fe line shoulda drop an rise to the top
    An lissen a rudebwoy know yall cant stop
    Buck a bust those shot a try they move dey ass
    An but dem wrote dem
    Cuz when dey can not
    So nigga fling two thing
    So bucks those shot
    Some brand new tune
    An put dey pon top
    Because me rough, me tough
    Me light, me black
    Me charm, me thin
    Me sting, me shot
    Me quick, no false
    Me rap, me track
    Me leave em on top a dey roof an make dey cant come back
    An if a DJ ever test a might to chop dem foot
    Mic take one, two
    An bombed on dey squad
    An buck a real shot
    When me tryfe on dey track
    Buss some buss some
    An me goes to have fun
    An lissen to bush babbes cuz we run things hard too.
    (Chorus 8X)

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    Composición: Acklins Dillon y Joe Matias

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