like Jeff to the left And none of you nitwits can get with this hit shit You dipstics, even Miss kiss, but no lipstick I don't run a style but a mile to bust
gangster rap rhyme writers these streets ever raised Renegades, bustin off guns, definately If I gotta go out, you're comin with me, like 50/50 Split decision, Doc. Doom, the rugged rhyme
It's right back to the beats, longevity to all the great grand cc's [havoc] Yo, for my qbc duns, it's all real hold it down You bust yours, we bust
, leave 'em frozen Bust flows and never lay text without my trojan Hand writin', ass whippin', I keep spittin' At any head-on collision, throw dart wit precision And split decision
It's time that I document my rise and my fall |Verse 2| Before volume 2 dropped, my brother died I never stopped, I just carried on busting rhymes Putting
now is time to chill Setting the mood, by the use of this groove Is an ingenious, perceptive, brilliant, a very clever move Because the baseline, combined with the fresh rhyme
a catastrophe, I master thee The game of rap, so don't fuck with Dap, I dance with my track You bust you neen, I bust my nena back Rhymes sharp like
I made a decision, despite all the things that we go thru I'm going to take more time with you, and be a friend indeed I made a decision, that everything
up in your face You see D's for Decent, and you will agree Quite explicit yet rated G Because I rhyme hard, and I speak facts And there's no need to curse when I bust
indians! ("ahh yeah!") [D.M.C.] I write rhymes I got rhythm I continue to flow Recitin lines full of wisdom make decisions with Joe Tonight I'm gettin
in this living hell Real niggas living bad while them fake niggas livin well Bustas is picking on me, what can I do about it Im gonna ride and you rhyme
you prepared? I see mothership connection Deeper into spritual realms in a dimension Leavin some battalion, descending from Orion Travel 'til gone, hear the bust
look at what these fakers call real nigga I trust no man, cuz man will let you down every time that's why I take it upon myself to thank god in every rhyme
It's time that I document my rise and my fall |Verse 2| Before volume 2 dropped, my brother died I never stopped, I just carried on busting rhymes
em frozen Bust flows and never lay text/latex without my Trojan Hand writtin ass whippin, I keep spittin At any head-on collision, throw dart wit precision And split decision
It's right back to the beats, longevity to all the great grand CC's [Havoc] Yo, for my QBC duns, it's all real hold it down You bust yours, we bust
know how Cool in a gang And ain't about to change My lifestyle Catchin' bodies in this uphill battle But Xzibit unravel Have smoke will travel I bust Teflon rhymes
G&E [The Grouch} You say you're that perfect. Nobody's perfect. [Eligh] I never make the same mistake twice yeah right Never take the wrong face on decision