Busta Rhymes - Syntax Era Lyrics
Chorus repeated once: busta rhymes, dinco d & charlie brownDinco, dinco, go dincoGo charlie, charlie goCharlie. go busta, bustaGo busta. you know we got styleVerse 1:When it comes to shoutoutsBoogie brown is here dont fear.The clear just step to it. now I drive.Come alive from the bottom to the top.Temptation or confusion makes you wanna stop.But (I know you, and you know me)C.b.m.c. given to me by chuck d.Thats deep as I look at all the videos.Wack stage shows, wack page flows.Biters non-rythm writers. (example the sample).It was an age under and a stage back.The girlies screaming shes having a cardiac.Like epileptic seizures noAmnesia comatose double dose anaesthesia.Damn. (damn) should I say.What are you doing! , I dare at your stare so yoCome do me, its done or rather should I say its on.The mental instrumental I continue with.My song yeah weve got jumping jerks with no understandings ofThe east coast stomp. fam understand.Several other brothers watch our videos the vidiots discover.Verse 2:(its just another case) wow! (base).Why is everybody always picking on me.Now lets see our games played.Im donkey kong fat freak the notes.Flip the script run the jewels.(the leaders of the new school).Yet I shine when I rhyme (you know, you know)Always remember the scenario.Syntax eraChorusVerse 3:For the harper valley petes sake tea makes.A great ace in a holeYou cheated gold, only sold to whoWas told now trembling rememberingWhen I timberland and down listen wait.Whos that coming around sounding like that sound.I guess its dinco, milo, busta, and bro! wn.Four minds of two kinds run one with the sun.I love my father, mother, my brother, and the sistersThat come from all over the place to trace the base.Inspector clouseau I wonder is true though.Oh no, no more security.Nets straight human casualtiesCall for raw regrets in beat societies.Lessons must speak,Stand be strong. keep away from weak in the years long.Life leaders let loose leading leftbacks.And misguided youth letting leaks lack.Levels of truth. look ma no hands.Lend likes lots of love only lasting cause Im asking.Could we be above average not savage,But near newly more duty, more than terror.Peace to my girl.Whoops syntax era!ChorusVerse 3: busta rhymesCopy cat do this, do that.Wanna do something ?Do this.Chicky chaka chubaka.Gitty getty gothca.Ah man, all of a sudden people say I be bugginRugged culture musikal hip-hop! I be lovinGimme, gimme, gimme something.Gimme something for nothing.Rich blood sucker of the poor I see you.Hickory, dickory.Hay watch out for the trickery.What happened to creativity, dignity, integrity.Hey mr. sneaky-one dont try to read my mind.Just worry about getting yours, because Im getting mines.Leaders made a commitment to keep this type of music.Livin forever.Whatever, whatever.We live in an era where errors arent made toRemain an error, but I think thats kinda better.Understand that word and how you use it.Rap is business music, hip-hop is cultural music.Now you get to see the one sun getting super dumb.Dance around because you know that we doin it for fun.Flippin and trippin.You little sorry sucker you slippinLay over my lap bacause Im gonnaGive you a whippen.Trippin, dippin and wininStop the damn crying.I dont know what you tryi! nYou better stop lyin.With correct intellect, wetter, bigger and better.As I come straight.Check my syntax era.Word to god, 1993, shit is solid.2nd chorus repeated three times:We are the l. (what!)We are the o. (what!)We are the n. (what!)We are the s. (what!)Chorus repeated three times
