made it even though we had our backs up against the wall I said no, that bitch ain't a part of me We made it even though we had our backs up against the
he kept the profit, no one could stop it We was livin' it up All the sexy young bitches ain't stressin' givin' it up Same bitches suckin' dick tryin' to dress to thrill me
Whatcha want? Somebody who'll corrupt your heart with too much kindness? Salute your Busta Rhymness She met a black man in Chicago My superwoman licked it
by the F.B.I. for transport of Sucker MC's across the Syndicate borders No, they can't give me no time, cause it's my rhyme Everlast, get funky for me
:] it's the break down, it's ya favorite part, it's the break down, keep it going don't stop, it's the break down, make it do what it do, it's the break
he made me do this He called me up and set me on this shit Said Kellz on it'll it'll be a bigger hit A bigger hit Polo you owe me one Nigga you
part But that's okay because this is the remix Yo blame Polow cos he made me do this He called me up and set me on this shit Said Kellz on it'll it'll
a hellraise of cut, like a laser Polo plays a part, inside the arts, I grab charts Start to break you apart, so get smart You cry for help, knowin you felt, the rhyme
teeth in and then go bezerk Even Van Gogh looked at me, and said "You're one piece of work" So I said "Lend me an ear" 'cause I'm the state of the art
[Verse 1: Chuck D] Bring that beat back, we set it off "we set it off" Got us back for combat, we get it raw "we get it raw" With a counterattack over
that? Like they hustle backwards I smoke Blackwoods and Dutchies, ya can't touch me Try to rush me, slugs go, touchy-touchy You're bleedin' lovely, wit'chyo spirit above me Or beneath me
Gaume that's how it was suppose to go I didn't know that I was chosen never expected it but these people saw while the other haters rejected it, I tore through the hardest part
Spliff the foul Through your stereo Spliff Starr ignorant immigrant I'm gettin it Money, fast car, fine broads, what I'm hittin it (that's right) Raw shit i'm spittin it
into it You can't talk and now ya ruined but you know I'ma do it And now you doin' it, they booin' like, "You blew it, blew it" I'm dippin' through
me, let me, let me, let me Let me tell you a story, yes About a boy from the Tribe Called Quest I be that nigga that I think ya'll know With Mr. Busta
