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slap - busta rhymes, big daddy kane & conway the machine lyrics

[intro: busta rhymes]
i go on and on and on and
don’t approach me, i back the ratchet, that’s a warnin’
yeah, hahaha
y’all gon’ appreciate this slap today
taheem allah, king asia had it, galore
aka buss’ rhymes, big daddy kane, and the motherf*cker
yo, we in the motherf*cker this evenin’
rest in peace biz mark’
rest in peace to all of our fallen soldiers
rest in peace to pnb rock, look
look, somebody polish my crown
and put it back on my motherf*ckin’—
yo, yo
[verse 1: busta rhymes]
we on course now, back with the force, respect the boss
y’all stood off, sh*t leak out your head, like pasta sauce
who’s to blame? (uh) burden this b*tch and bang a flame
ayo, we back (conglomerate, b*tch), you know the name (ayo)
you’re ridin’ on empty, you should refuel the amigo
most you n*ggas is finished, now pop ya self plaxico
passed it though, cook you and serve you, like a casserole
and lay you out on the street and display you, like a fashion show
sorry, but i have to go, my spitter’s full of rockets
and i’m done with laying n*ggas in quadrilateral boxes
compatible with toxins, the tec’s jam electrical
will reflect the image of n*ggas gettin’ chopped with a thousand options
the sh*t that i can concoct is, mixed like type*two diabetes
mixed with high cholesterol, artery blockage (haha)
you better call the cops, kid
or quickly turn into one of them n*ggas abroad
as a headless or solvable hostage
next throw the coke around, like them n*ggas in moshpits
a lot of n*ggas think they got it, but n*gga just pop sh*t
we ’bout to give n*ggas bangers, controllin’ the block its
the fact that i’m holdin’ a rock while i’m throwin’ a knot, b*tch

[verse 2: conway the machine]
yeah, i see these n*ggas still lyin’ on they raps and buyin’ they own plaques (huh?)
i’m so relaxed, i don’t reply if you don’t at
k!ller been chillin’, but somebody die and the bro snap
he dyin’ to go “grraht”
that’s when y’all n*ggas gon’ be dyin’ to go rat
in and out of jail, so we don’t mind if we go back (huh)
got the rap business down to the science, don’t know cap (woo)
hall of fame and we’re just *n*lyzin’ my old stats (ah)
glidin’ on those tracks (ah), my catalog in it’s entirety all slap
and my impact is like that of a ball bat
swing from aaron judge, bring canary studs (talk to ’em)
yeah, mercedes concept, where you get that from?
you talkin’ online and i ain’t worried ’bout that bum (come on, man)
i was bullsh*ttin’, then i three*peat back to back, uh
machine brought that feel back, how they ain’t gon’ jack, son? (woo)
i’m ’bout to go on my kobe and shaq run (ah)
punch a n*gga in the chest and get a collapse lung (hahaha)
doat street , may block, you know where i’m at, uh (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
[verse 3: big daddy kane]
made a solemn oath to never stop gettin’
decades later, stay about business
spendin’ wild since i ain’t have a pot to p*ss in
tried to give em game, but they steady not listenin’
some of y’all got that fetty wap vision
my third eye proved my f.n. carnation
move like the feds and hit every spot different
ha, when me and buss’ hit the block—, listen
let me try to spit it to you logically
you got kevin’s heart but no state property
i claim whatever in this here monopoly
park place, boardwalk, them greens, i got the three
stop playin’, y’all, i got a third sum eat
but i left a spot at the table, it’s common courtesy
the urgency for currency certainly workin’ me, purposely
even inadvertently, turnin’ me into hercules
no laggin’ and that’s the dept of it
if y’all don’t know the roots to this, then let me questlove it
instead of y’all livin’ on a set budget
make sure that bag secure, next subject
i ain’t at the atm to check luggage
my bags carry on (it’ll come to you later)
’cause i’m a real earner boy
and you don’t wanna turn the boy into a nat turner boy
you ’bout to be a learner, boy
enjoy yourself until i pop smoke and burna boy
in the story, no one goes after me
i anchor tracks so you hear last from me
don’t ask me to pass the mic’, that’s blasphemy
f*ck i look like to y’all? dj cassidy
[outro: busta rhymes]
a big daddy, haha
my man, my mellow
let’s count this bread because you been the type of fellows
hahaha

- busta rhymes big daddy kane conway the machine lyrics

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