Songtext zu 'Freestyle' von 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
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

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

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, its 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..

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

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)