You Busta lyrics

[Intro]
My Brother Dizz Made This

[Verse 1]
When I enter the mist
I'm the reason that the pendulum shifts
You wouldn't right with a intricate twist if I didn't exist
I'm the difference
You know I'm death I give you a kiss if you slippin'
When I'm in the room I make lyricist dig deeper
Open they notebook look over they shoulder
And see the Grim Reaper
People done stole my rhymes so many times
I done heard my lines in nine battle raps and ten features
Six Funk Flex freestyles, hold it now
Rappers y'all be calling the GOAT be using a stolen style
From the golden child
It's like I went to Fogo de Chão
Crooked's ready to beef with the Gods I'm eating holy cow
I turn your Mount Rushmore into a volcano
Flow hotter than lava you nada but it's all bueno
Y'all actors like John Stamos and Clark Gable
The dark angel with a COB flag singing the Star-Spangled

[Chorus]
Bustas
Flipmode
I been flippin' for fifty one weeks and my sh*t's cold
Dizz done flipped fifty one beats it's a big load
You can't hear bars like these on a hit song
I rhyme
Busta
Flipmode
I'm on some forever sh*t I'ma never get old
I'm on some eloquent intelligent ghetto sh*t
Mixed with black excellence
Talking that yellow brick road like
Diana Ross I am a boss
No more smoke talk unless it's from the Porche
Cayenne exhaust
(Skrrt)
[Verse 2]
Jingle bells f*ck your single sells
I don't mingle well
With mainstream artists I see a male Tinker Bell
With a dress on and press on fingernails we can tell
You'll never be Chappelle
You ain't willing to lose money just to keep yourself
We excel we prevail be ourselves
'Fore I lay with you devils I rather sleep in hell
New slaves drinking out of master's fountain
Can't handle freedom well
Batch of rappers from here to Minneapolis
I slap 'em backwards my spit is immaculate
No rapping after
My city is hazardous I pack a clapper
I'm sick as a masochist
Slashing his own Adam's apple for sexual pleasure
The Weeklys are a intellectual treasure
That effect you forever same texture as leather
It's rough

[Chorus]
Busta
Flipmode
I been flippin' for fifty one weeks and my sh*t's cold
Dizz done flipped fifty one beats it's a big load
You can't hear bars like these on a hit song
I rhyme
Busta
Flipmode
I'm on some forever sh*t I'ma never get old
I'm on some eloquent intelligent ghetto sh*t
Mixed with black excellence
Talking that yellow brick road like
Diana Ross I am a boss
No more smoke talk unless it's from the Porsche
Cayenne exhaust
(Skrrt)


[Outro]
Yeah
I couldn't shout everybody out
But I love all y'all
One week left!