Busta Rhymes — Rhymes Galore

[Intro] Rhymes galore, rhymes galore Rhymes galore, rhymes galore, rhymes galore Rhymes galore, rhymes galore This for the motherfuckers out there on some real hip hop shit [Verse] Yo, yo yo, mayday mayday, mayday mayday Walk barefoot on niggas like Kunta Kinte (So, what you say?) What is you doin' when you walkin' this way I burn you like I'm smokin' a chalice with El Da Sensei I be designin' fashion like Mark Buchanan Yes I keep it slammin' Shit just be bangin' Just like a loose cannon (blaow!) You better park, niggas I spark niggas, like sharp niggas I stay up rippin' shit apart, niggas Float over water like Noah's Ark, niggas Cover yo' face, and don't get caught up in the scene when it get dark, niggas (uhh?) Excuse me Mrs! Sure to hit you with the fitness Give you niggas the sickest Jumpin' Jehovah Witness Beamin' in on niggas plottin' and schemin' And steady dreamin' On how they gon' do they double-teamin' Fuck the bullshit! My nigga it be best you know 'bout it Before you get secret indicted Make me slap a nigga lopsided Hold up, son listen it be so beautiful When we catch you Like a nigga sold us too much pharmaceuticals Come and get it quick! When Busta Rhymes be up in the place Those who don't like it, go get the dick I'll give you a taste! Aiyyo you need to just focus on my earth tremblin' rhymes That got me fillin' in by the million Fuck-a yo' opinion! Dominatin' like Kings Dominion Leanin' on niggas like we on motorcycles pop-a-wheeliein' Aiyyo, number one roman numeral Completing the executional shit as usual I ain't scared of ya! Takin' all of yo' paraphernalia That's my word on Mrs Mahalia I hope you know yo' best bet Is to get the fuck out of my area Before I rip you from out yo' interior And I hope you know you got to keep a corny nigga smothered Grab the gat off the cupboard You never know when shit is safe so keep yo' face covered! While I be scorchin' it A lot of niggas be lookin' for alternates And still just lose they life that's so unfortunate Trailblazin' me, since my mother started raisin' me Hit you with the powerful shit that sometimes amazes me I create junkies just like "12 Monkeys" Spreadin' right throughout yo' block Catchin suspects who thinkin' they so lucky Loud and clear for those who cannot properly hear Frequency so loud, shatter, couple ampere in yo' chandelier Now when I'm in the place, give me my space Nothin left for me to do, my niggas blew up the place What the fuck [Outro] I got rhymes galore, rhymes galore Y'all, I got rhymes galore, rhymes galore My Flipmode niggas got rhymes galore, rhymes galore Busta Rhymes got rhymes galore, rhymes galore Aiyyo yo, we got rhymes galore Yo we got rhymes galore, rhymes galore Rhymes galore, rhymes galore, rhymes galore Me and my Squad got rhymes galore! Fuck that