Video y letra de Against All Odds de Busta Rhymes

Tal vez hayan escuchado la cancion Against All Odds. Contiene mucha poesia en su contenido, como veran adelante. La verdad, no es una cancion que digamos novedosa, pero vale la pena tenerla.

Extinction Level Event, sin duda uno de los mejores albumes de Busta Rhymes. Sin palabras, nos quedamos, sobre el video. En cuando al corto musical, no estamos seguros de que sea el correcto.

ft. Flipmode Squad

[Baby Sham]
Aiyyo, balls your pencils
As hollow tips get i n you
Bots cutti ng t o slice your face you
Rhymes i s natural
Hold two lives a nd four wives
Up i n the crack capsule
Flipmode cruddy styles has been past you
Rush pass
You couldn't t ouch cash
If it was under your nose
Like a mustache
Nigga
What ass
Show your whole cheek
Slugs with no heat
Diamonds that don't break
You thugs i s so sweet

[Rampage]
I float so much I get seasick
Flipmode i s the Squad who I beez with
Who I get plucks with
A nd push German V's with
Rampage I am psychic I can see shit
To the next millenium
You n ot gon be shit
Scratch your name off the li st
Cut your wri st
You know the i ssue
I am official
When you die none of your niggas i s really gon mi ss you

[Cho rus:]
FLIPMODE SQUAD
Here t o drop bombs
AGAINST ALL ODDS
Still remai n gods
GRIP YOUR ARM
We always come hard
THE WORLD IS OURS
Call a National Guard

[Rah Digga]
Here we go
Any bitch that rhyme wanna flex she ass
I am st ompi ng all thi ngs l ike I am plexi-glass
Niggas make way l ike when they hear sirens
Treat you l ike park a nd t oo close t o fire hydrants
All up i n the board
Kicki ng back long i sla nds
Get your wig split first solid defiance
Rah Earth a nd sun i n thi s I amperial alliance
You do the science

[Spli ff Star]
I am getti ng money shitti ng, turn i ntruders i nt o vixens
Fall off beeper uh-uh niggas stay getti ng
Dirty nigga fo r li fe
That's how Spli ff's livi ng
Throwi ng niggas i n caskets
Tired of a yellow ribbons
I buck my duck i f you t ouch my one
Rather Jamaican than belly boy make you people fo r fun
Fat Man's Son, street educated
The colonel of ghett o juro rs, still thug related

[Cho rus]

[Lo rd Have Mercy]
We enemies of three strike felony laws
Go rilla dicki ng K-Y jelly fo r who res
Lapdances trap gra nds without laws
My baby moms, three eighty fo r your arms
That bust with loud fo rce
The ghett o with us
That bang Makaveli i n trucks
That whatever the fuck t o give a cheddar i n chunks
Who gazey chase
Fake thugs with lazy aid
Track marks
Rap stars
A nd a rai n of aids

[Busta Rhymes]
Yo, what you want from us
Now vi sualize mo re of us
Stay t oti ng under my given flavo r from Nauticas
Destroy every arch rival o r any challenger
Make you remember thi s day
Nigga mark it on your calendar
I am showi ng you somethi ng
You ai n't sayi ng n othi ng
My niggas make noi se
Like a bunch of volcanoes erupti ng
None of y'all niggas really wanna war
The type of nigga t o crash my plane i n your buildi ng
I n the name of the law

[Cho rus]

mo re