MP3: Cormega--
Interpret: Cormega
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Album: Word Of Mouth-Vol 36-Bootleg VLS
Rok: 2006
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Délka skladby: 00:03:39
Velikost souboru: 3.42 Mb
Počet stažení: 1
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  Text skladby: Cormega--
Busta Rhymes, the place to be Flipmode Squad, entirety With the God, Cormega No fucking deals, we gets biz like that Stack bills, y'all niggas chill
One time, QB, yeah, my nigga Cormega Busta Rhymes, real MC's What the fuck, chill y'all niggas will watch From above, up in the heavens Busta Rhymes, and Cormega
It's about approximately seven o'clock It gets busy while niggas is still riding the jock Yeah, my gock, stay on cock What the fuck you looking at black? Relax, chill with all that
I'm saying though It gets busy with the wild flow Busta Rhymes, gets busy, and digging 40 below While you shoveling snow
We freestyle and having a good time Busta Rhymes, my nigga named Cormega Let's have a seat and play a game of, uh Sega Genesis, we gets busy from here to Nemesis It comes through like this
While all them other niggas is diminishing and blemishing We come through with the rhymes, and we still finishing The whole show at the end of the night Niggas don't feel right, niggas is moving uptight
Fuck the bullshit, I'm coming through my shit is out of sight Play out in tomorrows, while niggas is driving fly cars Motherfucker, we driving fat bottles at the bar Niggas can't see me and the mega, is superstars
Now what the fuck is here, Busta Rhymes living legend, dairy Cormega, it's very necessary, that we school niggas Drop jewels on niggas, fools out of niggas
We play 'em like that, word is born Guess we comes down like this Have fun mega, show them niggas deal shit
Yo son, we need the silence Yo, shit is real I can't escape the violence In my sleep, I see jail cells in Gator Island My greatest challenge, to analyze, like I'm weighing ounces
Lounging in a rover, on a Jamaican island I kick the potent grammar, flow like, coke you bag up I told my son in mart nine to blow your man up My hand to hand soldiers, rep ill If my words don't affect you, then death will
Mega Montana, for real, say hello to the bad guys This Busta Rhymes, Mega shit is madd fly And I keep my heater on standby The nine millimeter shine, kill or be killed
You fuck me, you die, you fuck me, you die You fuck me, you'll die, I don't trust a nine But I love my nigga Busta Rhymes
Yeah, yeah, yeah, right through the door, the ambassador Busta Rhymes will make all you niggas fall on the floor Catch a heat stroke, Busta Rhymes is still provoke Niggas will choke off my black smoke, what the fuck?
Niggas don't really want the noise, it's Busta Rhymes I make noise for all the little girls and boys to enjoy when I speak It's Busta Rhymes and I get down every single day of the week Motherfuckers talk that bullshit, shit still sound weak What the fuck you dealing wit?
Niggas is bustin' nuts all over your families It's Busta Rhymes and I come through, and I defy gravities Niggas can not see the technology It's Busta Rhymes, my shit is advanced, take one chance My shit is like CD's enhanced
It's a breakthrough, what the fuck is the deal? My rhyme skill, is so ill, niggas better chill Busta Rhymes coming through for real, Cormega
What up my nigga? We had fun Yeah, it's like that, you don't stop Then we back niggas guns
Yeah, yeah, it's like that and you don't stop My nigga Busta Rhymes kicking from the bottom to the top In the studio live, me and my niggas lied My and my nigga Busta rep'n since 9-5
'Cause 95, that's the year a nigga like me arrived On the streets I was locked down, doing my time I see my nigga Busta in the studio, he like yo "Your shit is peace God", I'm like, "Peace, I like you too, bro"
Ever since then, we've been cool like Hennessey And Remi, and rhyme is like extremity I'm in the studio, kicking the rhyme again, I'm divine again With my black notebook and ill fucking Heineken
My nigga motherfucker Busta, the Rhyme Yo, shit is real God Peace, love, divine (Word is born)
It was a nice little moment, we just coming through breezing Like sea breeze on niggas, no doubt We throw niggas on grills and barbeque there ass Real hot for the 9-7, Cormega back on the streets, nigga What the fuck is the deal with all y'all?
Niggas getting a little sneak previews On how the climate might change, fuck is the problem? Stay focused before you miss out on the God Violator family like, y'all niggas get familiar with it, aiight, chill
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