Video y letra de Abandon Ship de Busta Rhymes

La cancion que les traemos se llama Abandon Ship. Contiene mucha poesia en su contenido, como veran adelante. Figura como una de las mejores obras de Busta Rhymes.

The Coming, CD donde vino la cancion, recibio millones de ventas. El video que ven arriba, fue cortesia de you tube. En cuando al corto musical, no estamos seguros de que sea el correcto.

[Busta Rhymes]
UHHHH!! You don't know what we doi n right here!

I ntro/Cho rus One: repeat 2X

One two three we gon' turn it out
A nd make you rock t o the beat a nd then scream a nd shout
We gonna hit you with the shit we got here
We gonna blow your miiii nnnd (blow your miiii nnnd)
Keep it movi n l ike thi s, keep it movi n l ike that
If I die, I ama only come back
Yo, I am sayi ng i f you thi nk that you can step t o me wrong
Don't even waste your tiiiimmme (waste your tiiiimmme)

Cho rus Two:

You niggaz talk shit then aba ndon ship
Niggaz talk shit then they aba ndon ship
Niggaz talk shit, then they aba ndon ship
Niggaz talk shit then they aba ndon ship

Verse One: Rampage the Last Boy Scout, Busta Rhymes

I 8Off l ike the Assassi n, now I am blasti n I am taki n over
Stick you fo r your blue Range Rover
I t old ya, Rampage a real live soldier
Been i n the game, si nc the age of thirteen
A microphone fiend, so I am goi n t o see my P.O.
It's August the 1st, so I guess I am a Leo
My P.O., look l ike Vanessa Del Rio
She pulled my rap sheet, just l ike, Neo Geo

Hahahaaa! I always roam through the fo rest
Just l ike a bront osaurus, bo rn i n the month of May
so my sign i s Taurus, kick you i n your face
l ike my fucki n name was Chuck No rri s, make you si ng my cho rus
Rock t o the beat a nd then, turn i nt o a walrus
You remai n nameless, my vict o ry remai ns flawless
Acti ng l ike you wild, but I know you really harmless
While your time i s comi ng, I make the fat shit regardless

Many niggaz wanna know when the Ramp return
Yo I am getti n phone calls from that nigga Howard Stern
He wants t o know about my Flip Mode click
The way we get down a nd BUST NIGGAZ SHIT
LP after LP, we make G's
I run up i n your ganks den take you fo r your keys
I am n ot lyi ng o r joki ng, you get broken
Dead i n Flatbush, back t o Roanoake a nd…

People always aski n me, how your shit be selli n
Fo r maki n shit guaranteed t o bust your fucki n melon
Police throwed me up on charges l ike I was a felon
There was no telli n, when I was striki n had you swelli n
Crui si n i n my La nds, watch the police how they be gelli n
Lock you up fo r days a nd got a nigga ass smelli n
Yo FUCK THAT! You best believe there ai n't no time fo r dwelli n
If you ai n't maki n noi se you need t o kill the fucki n yelli n

Cho rus One
Cho rus Two

Verse Two: Rampage, Busta

Yo, yo, yo I run up i n your set l ike a New Yo rk city…
I can't slip, I beat you down with my vice grip
Your lost, that means you way off course
No remo rse, I am getti n five i n The Source

I be saddleback biti ng motherfuckers l ike a ho rse
Turn a nd t oss, niggaz all up i n my applesauce
Watch me rei nfo rce, my shit feel good l ike i ntercourse
Ever si nce I was a sho rty rocki n Hugo Boss

Aiyyo bust it Bust (why) you just made my day
If you didn't put me on I'd be locked l ike O.J.
Now I am writi n rhymes hitti n sho rties everyday
I n the full runni n dri nki n ice Tanqueray
I don't eat po rk I take a fi sh fellet
Now I am knocki n out niggaz from .. t o .. t ouche!
Now I am goi n back around the way
I am rippi n shit, l ike my name was Marvi n Gaye

Yo, now I am back with mo re Bionic l ike my name was Colt Seavers
Got you niggaz open l ike a bunch of wide receivers
Time i s on the meter, go clean your act up i n the cleaners
Chickenhead, give me some of your chicken fajitas
Yo I beg your pardon, I write my rhymes way past the margi ns
Squeeze the Charmi n, peace t o one million men marchi n
When you talk shit you really don't know what you starti n
Now your shit i s done l ike a fucki n empty milk cart on

It's on fo r the ni ne-six, mad shows at the Ritz
Now we got you open l ike Fixx
Sticki n t o your st omach l ike Quaker Oat Grits
Fi sherman hat with my bra nd new kicks
On the low, I still rock my Girbauds
See the show, I got my nickel plated fo'-fo'
All my rough niggaz open the do'
Cause Boy Scout bri ngs the ruckus a nd I am still hardco'

Yo, when I walk streets you know my blade's a little sharper
Fuck Peter Parker, I cross you l ike a magic marker
Everytime I hit I always hit a little harder
Blazi ng t o the poi nt where niggaz look a little darker
Catchi ng suntans from my music, fans understa nd
Maki ng fat shit, I always love t o lend a helpi ng ha nd
Organized rhyme unit l ike the Poi son Clan
While your ride i s busted, I be your luxury Sedan
Number one nigga i n the chai n of comma nd
Breaki n fool i n school l ike my nigga Geechie Dan
Aiyyyyyo, I see i ntruders on my scan
Si ngi n at your funeral l ike Bobby Bluebla nd

Cho rus One

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