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drunken master - 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-t- flipmode squad, check it out.”

ayyo, extreme force of course- time to floss
straight to the source- n-gg-, ya lost- who be the boss?
busta rhymes, n-gg-, ya soft- makin’ ya cough,
turnin’ ya -ss off- bounce to my loft, let me show off
more sh-t n-gg-s can’t f-ck wit’- the raw hit
split your dome quick- b-tches l-st my ice bracelet
quick, baby, recite it- ya like it
-f-cked- 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-tch 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-cka, it’s goin’ down like that
drunkenstyle ’99 sh-t

[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-ck wit’ these b-tches 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 jewelery boxes- select ice wit’ such a shine
look at the sky, see little movin’ color blotches
supreme n-gg-s, controllin’ the scene n-gg-s
your crew funny-lookin’ like mr- bean, n-gg-!
b-tch slap a b-tch n-gg-, fall on the ground
and you apply- we identified what your little b-tch sound
ehhh! ehhh! n-gg-s is cryin’ like a f-ggot’s -ss beaten
we catch pics and wild wit’ they money for the weekend
raise the stakes, my n-gg-, f-ck the contemplatin’
who be regulatin’ sh-t, we controllin’ the situation
take your paper and bounce, n-gg-s 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-t, flipmode squad,
authentic street corner hip-hop, n-gg-
but the problem is extinction level event sh-t
bouncin’ like satellites in orbit
stay seein’ all you funny–ss n-gg-s at every–ss angle
mothaf-cka, 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 skillz on a telephone]
“yo, this mad skillz, 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-t hits the streets
i’m unslept on like p-ssy sheets
i got lines and rhymes that raise minds like einstein out his sleep
f-ck a heat- n-gg-, i’m mc squared
rhyme style rare and i’ll choke yo’ -ss like e in hair
not to be compared to you or that n-gg- 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.”

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