Busta Rhymes - Butch & Sundance Lyrics
Bust my brother despite the two mothersButch and Sundance trot, killshot to you fvckersYou feel the wind of excellence before we enter in the roomSo assume your position of the natural born coonWhen we groom other rappers, pew, need to starting soonThe wolves are howling at the moon, your time will never come soonMarkie, [?], me and the Brooklyn bad boyThe petty thoughts of the sanction when we rhyme, become voidThe game of life, the game of death[?] you can’t take it, rappers fake it til they make itAnd it’s mirrors of *****, your lady shoes are RasputinOf the rhyme evolution and all the issues you confusingAnd we are the solution, yo, Bust rhymeI’m on, black, you know it’s a wrapAnd despite all the shit you taught me you niggas is wackFvck that, fvck with us, *****, them niggas is [?]Show me your ass, stack it up all on a nigga and now ass clapDon’t get your ass clapped trying to be like the next dudeGo ahead move, try to prove something I test tubeA couple of you funny looking niggas some fufu’sThem niggas is too cool, you niggas is throughSee we live with it, homie, look, we clearing the bar outToasting, celebrating and we drinking ’til we fall outWhile I’m with a strong shine, *****, you know it’s Bust’ RhymesLet me explain, (no), I’m fvcking with the slimesThat’s it, fvck the time, we rock on and onYou rhyme wrong, everything about you dead goneNiggas in the front, heard you got my backI’mma put the drug back in the street like nickle crackAbstractOne for the beat and two for the creatorThe remains saying, debating who’s position came the greaterFor now let’s set the gate up, the live motivatorCouldn’t cut it with a fader and Grandmaster was your data‘Til the [?] dissing Janet [?] single-handedThe vision is deep unless every man understand itYou spitting sweet 162s for [?] creamsMy mom’s got legendary genes that brought me greensYou virtual robotic, I got the lean productFiends follow like the hobbit cause crowd could never top itAnd your trash is not the topic, we know you can’t rock itWell, shit the topic is that none of you niggas can stop itIndeed, we gonna do it, you know we went through itHere’s a [?] to prove it if you listen to the musicIf you listen to the music then you should’ve get it betterIt’s the Abstract and the Dragon and we doing this togetherDo it together, do it foreverBust grand, imperial rhymes, finish billing your crimesOh shit, another verse, get in line firstFor what it’s worth, did it all, did it firstNiggas mad, sick with thirst, hit ‘em bad ’til it hurtPick the land, pick the turfThe fvck is up? We getting this workI still be on my bullshit eating niggas’ food, *****I’m in the mood [?]Bet they want that shit, better forfeitAnd forklift niggas like I’m throwing them off cliffsIt’s all horseshit, bang niggas like worshipsWant the [?], well, I won’t allow any forcesRaw spit, you out here acting like they importantYou off niggas, get to expecting your loss quickAbort this, identify the God as your lordshipFor how you funny niggas be looking you an ostrichBeat niggas head, your looks very assaultedThe cost is whatever the niggas want, it’s the boss, kidAyo, come on, what you doing?What you – what you doing, dude?Why you trying to stop my shit son?The fvck’s up, son?Stop doing that shit sonWord, son, stop doing that shitFvck that
