If the refs get political, dribble like bob dole Am I gettin' lyrical? Daddy, I think so Monstar droppin' flavor fluid so drink slow Chorus (busta rhymes
Yeah, bust how we gonna bounce off this ninety-five Soul assassins, Cypress Hill joint Yo, we want everybody out there to throw their hands up So get
your school for help Read an' write 'cause it's evidence 'Cause teachers, yo, they be teachin' us nonsense {The last but not least it's a Busta Rhymes
rock, so mother fuck debate It's hot shit [Prevail] Prevail, Mad Child, Saukrates Who would've thought all these ones would add up to three More horsepower, hardcore
get away from two Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do [Chuck D: x4 in the background] Raw shit, hardcore hip-hop hits [Flavor Flav] Bust it
of sheep still simple and blind So we burn 'em with the sermon that's designed with a rhyme, we do it [Chorus] [Chuck D] Whatever it takes to make it hardcore
homeboys don't mean to bust your bubble But girls of the world ain't nothing but trouble So next time a girl gives you the play Just remember my rhymes
fox trot so hot that I roast her ??? planes in the damn chain hard to explain I did it up like I was straight outta Soul Train Listen as I discuss this yo bust
I kicks when I grip the mic and kick shit niggaz can't fuck with So remember I go hardcore, and slam Nuff respect like a sensei, ba-bash like Van Damme So
attention is what I'm gonna do Hardcore yo I could never be soft Askin' them my defin' they say the boy goes off Fillin' up my memo with the touch of my rhyme
, held many mics Take airplane flights, at huge heights So all you sucker MC's, you gotta say please 'Cause when he jumps high, I'm pulling down weeds Got a song so
I bust you up and then I blast you with my Bop Gun A million times rhyme risin' to the prime While another nigga's cuts get bucks, like it's a dope rhyme
we wreck shop You know, we know, we know, we wreck shop I kick a wicked rhyme, what more can I tell ya You're quick to pick and find a hardcore record
rhymes with Thursday and thirsty - if I'm thirst-ay! I change the pronunciation of words, per se The English language got to do whatever my verse say So
with Krizz Kaliko His flow is so cold, gotta go gold And a lock in the do' like a fo-fo at a show Man I'm never so-so Under syllable criminal won't forget
Hand made suits contracts is in the briefcase Life negotiate so when I split these pies I'm sexing your dime, flow for flow batteling rhymes Talking