Bust my brother despite the two mothers
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Butch and Sundance trot, kill shot to you fuckers
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You feel the wind of excellence before we enter in the room
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So assume your position of the natural born coon
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When we groom other rappers, pew, need to starting soon
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The wolves are howling at the moon, your time will never come soon
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Markie features me and the Brooklyn bad boy
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The petty thoughts of the sanction when we rhyme, become void
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The game of life, the game of death
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Tap out, you can't take it, rappers fake it till they make it
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And it's mirrors of naked, your lady shoes are Rasputin
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Of the rhyme evolution and all the issues you confusing
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And we are the solution, yo, Bust rhyme
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I'm on, black, you know it's a wrap
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And despite all the shit you taught me you niggas is whack
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Fuck that, fuck with us, bitch, them niggas is back
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Show me your ass, stack it up all on a nigga and now ass clap
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Don't get your ass clapped trying to be like the next dude
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Go ahead move, try to prove something I test tube
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A couple of you funny looking niggas some fufu's
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Them niggas is too cool, you niggas is through
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See we live with it, homie, look, we clearing the bar out
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Toasting, celebrating and we drink till we fall out
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While I'm with a strong shine, bitch, you know it's Bust' Rhymes
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Let me explain, I'm fucking with the slimes
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That's it, fuck the time, we rock on and on
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You rhyme wrong, everything about you dead gone
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Niggas in the front, heard you got my back
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I'mma put the drug back in the street like nickel crack, abstract
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One for the beat and two for the creator
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The remains saying, debating who's position came the greater
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For now let's set the gate up, the live motivator
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Couldn't cut it with a fader and grandmaster was your data
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Till you was dissing Janet while we're warping single-handed
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The vision is deep unless every man understand it
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You spitting sweet 16′s for Candice creams
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My mom's got legendary genes that brought me greens
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You virtual robotic, I got the lean product
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Fiends follow like the hobbit 'cause crowd could never top it
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And your trash is not the topic, we know you can't rock it
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Well, shit the topic is that none of you niggas can stop it
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Indeed, we gonna do it, you know we went through it
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Here's a slice to prove it if you listen to the music
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If you listen to the music then you should've get it better
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It's the abstract and the dragon and we doing this together
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Do it together, do it forever
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Bust grand, imperial rhymes, finish billing your crimes
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Oh shit, another verse, get in line first
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For what it's worth, did it all, did it first
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Niggas mad, sick with thirst, hit 'em bad till it hurt
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Pick the land, pick the turf
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The fuck is up? We getting this work
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I still be on my bullshit eating niggas' food, bitch
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I'm in the mood while I'm'
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Bet they want that shit, better forfeit
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And forklift niggas like I'm throwing them off cliffs
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It's all horseshit, bang niggas like worships
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Want the' well, I won't allow any forces
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Raw spit, you out here acting like they important
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You off niggas, get to expecting your loss quick
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Abort this, identify the God as your lordship
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For how you funny niggas looking you an ostrich
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Beat niggas head, your looks very assaulted
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The cost is whatever the niggas want, it's the boss, kid
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Ayo, come on, what you doing?
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What you, what you doing, dude?
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Why you trying to stop my shit son?
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The fuck's up, son?
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Stop doing that shit, son
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Word, son, stop doing that shit
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Fuck that
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Butch & Sundance
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| Busta Rhymes & QTip |
