- Votes:
- Composers:
- Erick Sermon
- Michael Archer
 
- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
- mega raw for every
- rap
- street vanacular
 
- See also:
Cormega - Freestyle lyrics
[Busta Rhymes]
 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
 Its get 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
 Its 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
 Lets 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
 [Cormega]
 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 a I love my nigga Busta Rhymes
 [Busta Rhymes]Cormega - Freestyle - http://motolyrics.com/cormega/freestyle-lyrics.html
 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
 Its 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..
 [Cormega]
 What up my nigga?
 [Busta Rhymes]
 We had fun
 [Cormega]
 Yeah, It's like that, you don't stop
 [Busta Rhymes]
 Then we back niggas guns
 [Cormega]
 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 I'll fucking Heineken
 My nigga motherfucker Busta, the Rhyme
 Yo, shit is real God
 Peace, love, divine (Word is born)
 [Busta Rhymes]
 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
















