Drunken Master Busta Rhymes Freestyle Lyrics

Busta Rhymes Freestyle Lyrics

feat. Busta Rhymes, Mad Skillz


[Record Scratch]

[Busta Rhymes]
'Yeah, yeah- Drukenstyle '99- Busta Rhymes- I smoke blunts though, but I
get drunk with the Drunkenstyle '99 shit- Flipmode Squad, check it out.'

Ayyo, extreme force of course- Time to floss
straight to The Source- Nigga, ya lost- Who be the boss?
Busta Rhymes, nigga, ya soft- Makin' ya cough,
turnin' ya as* off- Bounce to my loft, let me show off
more sh*t niggas can't f**k wit'- The raw hit
Split your dome quick- Bit*hes lust my ice bracelet
Quick, baby, recite it- Ya like it
*f**ked* 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- Bit*h 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**ka, it's goin' down like that
Drunkenstyle '99 shit

(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**k wit' these bit*hes 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 niggas, controllin' the scene niggas
Your crew funny-lookin' like Mr- Bean, nigga!
Bit*h slap a bit*h nigga, fall on the ground
 
and you apply- We identified what your little bit*h sound
Ehhh! Ehhh! Niggas is cryin' like a faggot's as* beaten
We catch pics and wild wit' they money for the weekend
Raise the stakes, my nigga, f**k the contemplatin'
Who be regulatin' shit, we controllin' the situation
Take your paper and bounce, niggas 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 shit, Flipmode Squad,
authentic street corner hip-hop, nigga
But the problem is Extinction Level Event shit
Bouncin' like satellites in orbit
Stay seein' all you funny-ass niggas at every-ass angle
Mothaf**ka, 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 pissy sheets
I got lines and rhymes that raise minds like Einstein out his sleep
f**k a heat- Nigga, I'm MC squared
Rhyme style rare and I'll choke yo' as* like E in Hair
Not to be compared to you or that nigga 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.'