Busta Rhymes - Busta Rhymes Freestyle lyrics

[Record Scratch] [Busta Rhymes] "Yeah, yeah- Drukenstyle '99- Busta Rhymes- I smoke blunts though, but I Get drunk with the Drunkenstyle '99 sh**- Flipmode Squad, check it out." Ayyo, extreme force of course- Time to floss Straight to The Source- n***a, ya lost- Who be the boss? Busta Rhymes, n***a, ya soft- Makin' ya cough Turnin' ya a** off- Bounce to my loft, let me show off More sh** n***as can't f** wit'- The raw hit Split your dome quick- b**hes lust my ice bracelet Quick, baby, recite it- Ya like it *f**ed* you in the right place with my night stick I be the S-500, V-8, drop suspension Customized twenty inch rim, chip inside the fuel injection Pay attention to this lesson before I mention Experience the Flipmode lyrical apprehension I'm in the zone, hang up the cell phone Rock stupid ice- b**h started romancin' my stones More style I've ever shown, holdin' my own Don't let me catch you alone 'fore I hit you wit' the full blown! Bust Rhymes like that, kick you in your back Mothaf**a, it's goin' down like that Drunkenstyle '99 sh** (Whistle blowing) Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo Ayyo- Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo Ayyo- Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo Ayyo, Drunkenstyle '99 Ayyo, one million and one times We floss, f** wit' these b**hes wit' money on my mind Rock coyote furs, displayin' Frank Mueller watches Get in the waistline, the nozzle way down in my crotches Open the j**elery boxes- Select ice wit' such a shine Look at the sky, see little movin' color blotches Supreme n***as, controllin' the scene n***as Your crew funny-lookin' like Mr- Bean, n***a! b**h slap a b**h n***a, fall on the ground And you apply- We identified what your little b**h sound Ehhh! Ehhh! n***as is cryin' like a f*ggot's a** beaten We catch pics and wild wit' they money for the weekend Raise the stakes, my n***a, f** the contemplatin' Who be regulatin' sh**, we controllin' the situation Take your paper and bounce, n***as ain't sayin' nothin' Then I stop, stare in ya face and dare ya to say somethin' Busta Rhymes, Flipmode Squad Straight smokin' blunts consistantly Drunkenstyle '99 sh**, Flipmode Squad Authentic street corner hip-hop, n***a But the problem is Extinction Level Event sh** Bouncin' like satellites in orbit Stay seein' all you funny-a** n***as at every-a** angle Mothaf**a, tryin' to move like you creepin' up on somethin' Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo Ayyo- Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo Ayyo- Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo Ayyo, Drunkenstyle '99 Ayyo- Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo Ayyo- Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo Ayyo- Ayyo, ayyo, ayyo- Ayyo Ayyo, Drunkenstyle '99 [Mad Sk**z on a telephone] "Yo, this Mad Sk**z, you-know-what-I'm-sayin'? When I ain't endin' out End M.C.'s careers real quick, I'm checkin' out my man Drunken Master You-know-what-I'm-sayin'? You know how we get down And if you don't know we don't speak So watch you favorite beacon freak when my sh** hits the streets I'm unslept on like pissy sheets I got lines and rhymes that raise minds like Einstein out his sleep f** a heat- n***a, I'm MC squared Rhyme style rare and I'll choke yo' a** like E in Hair Not to be compared to you or that n***a over there I'ma evacuate more rapid then a prison bomb scare- Aiiight? Ya betta open up ya eyes and peep the real before I jump out this joint."