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kxng crooked - you busta lyrics

[intro]
my brother dizz made this

[verse 1]
when i enter the mist
i’m the reason that the pendulum shifts
you wouldn’t right with a intricate twist if i didn’t exist
i’m the difference
you know i’m death i give you a kiss if you slippin’
when i’m in the room i make lyricist dig deeper
open they notebook look over they shoulder
and see the grim reaper
people done stole my rhymes so many times
i done heard my lines in nine battle raps and ten features
six funk flex freestyles, hold it now
rappers y’all be calling the goat be using a stolen style
from the golden child
it’s like i went to fogo de chão
crooked’s ready to beef with the gods i’m eating holy cow
i turn your mount rushmore into a volcano
flow hotter than lava you nada but it’s all bueno
y’all actors like john stamos and clark gable
the dark angel with a cob flag singing the star-spangled

[chorus]
bustas
flipmode
i been flippin’ for fifty one weeks and my sh-t’s cold
dizz done flipped fifty one beats it’s a big load
you can’t hear bars like these on a hit song
i rhyme
busta
flipmode
i’m on some forever sh-t i’ma never get old
i’m on some eloquent intelligent ghetto sh-t
mixed with black excellence
talking that yellow brick road like
diana ross i am a boss
no more smoke talk unless it’s from the porche
cayenne exhaust
(skrrt)

[verse 2]
jingle bells f-ck your single sells
i don’t mingle well
with mainstream artists i see a male tinker bell
with a dress on and press on fingernails we can tell
you’ll never be chappelle
you ain’t willing to lose money just to keep yourself
we excel we prevail be ourselves
‘fore i lay with you devils i rather sleep in h-ll
new slaves drinking out of m-ssa’s fountain
can’t handle freedom well
batch of rappers from here to minneapolis
i slap ’em backwards my spit is immaculate
no rapping after
my city is hazardous i pack a clapper
i’m sick as a m-s-ch-st
slashing his own adam’s apple for s-xual pleasure
the weeklys are a intellectual treasure
that effect you forever same texture as leather
it’s rough

[chorus]
busta
flipmode
i been flippin’ for fifty one weeks and my sh-t’s cold
dizz done flipped fifty one beats it’s a big load
you can’t hear bars like these on a hit song
i rhyme
busta
flipmode
i’m on some forever sh-t i’ma never get old
i’m on some eloquent intelligent ghetto sh-t
mixed with black excellence
talking that yellow brick road like
diana ross i am a boss
no more smoke talk unless it’s from the porsche
cayenne exhaust
(skrrt)

[outro]
yeah
i couldn’t shout everybody out
but i love all y’all
one week left!

- kxng crooked lyrics

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