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December 20, 2009

Video y letra de Anarchy de Busta Rhymes

Anarchy fue una rola popular en su tiempo. Muestra los mejores momentos de Busta Rhymes. Muestra los mejores momentos de Busta Rhymes.

La cancion tiene sus raices en Anarchy. El video fue una buena adaptacion.

[CHORUS]
What thi s wo rld i s comi n t o, t o, t o
Can you see, see, see, see
What's i n st o re fo r you, fo r you, you, you, you, you, you, you

[Verse 1]
Yo, right befo re I lay your soul t o sleep
Witness the day of your wrecki n a nd wit god on the street
Behold! What the fuck y'all niggas come around here fo r
We massacre the masses so therefo re
Here's your, i nvitation t o explo re
The way we gather up niggas t o tho roughly rep fo r
My street niggas, C'mon!
Stressed niggas, C'mon!
Hungry niggas, C'mon!
Yes, yes y'all, C'mon!
Hope my live motherfuckers pass the test y'all
Prepare fo r high retribution, a nd I hope God bless y'all (bless y'all)
Fuck shit up a nd watch the truth mani fest y'all (fest y'all)
Feel it i n your guts a nd the burni n i n your chest y'all (chest y'all)
Pushi n through just l ike a wild flood
With such a pai n that's so i ntense it make y'all wanna cry blood
My slang talk earned a scholarship, from how t o style a chick
I nflunce rulership a nd earn an other dollar quick (quick)
You need t o do the phili sophical research
Fuck around a nd be the next t o die you better leave first
Yo, my whole crew extra large, stay charged
Like polythei sm havi n belief i n many gods
I gotta ha ndful of niggas wit a sick di sease
Die close t o destructive anti-social tendencies
Yo, turn up the treble just a level
Analyze the science deeper than when Musa symbolized the devil
Now let me ask y'all

[CHORUS]
[you are now i n the current state of Anarchy]

[Verse 2]
Ha, all hell break loose
Yo, we fight t o the end a nd never call fo r a truce
Y'all niggas better pick a nd choose a nd select the battles wi sely
Always with the same approach a nd never once surpri sed me
Ha, however how clever
Niggas i s fighti ng fo r mad cheddar
Yo, cold l ike the wi nd blow i n the wi nter
Make you remember the t o rture l ike the frostbite that bit off your fi nger
Thi s Means War, I said it befo re
Adrenali ne rush, heart beat rapid, sweat wet up the floo r
Try t o threat a nd wanna battle me nigga
I ama show you the majo r di ffernce between a dream a nd reality nigga
Yo, then I conti nuously hype up a nation
Huddle wit my niggas plan fo r t omo rrow go i nt o i solation
A nd analyze how many niggas gon lose
Tryi n t o squeeze they foot up i n a pair of great man shoes
A nd analyze how we was needed t o live
Carry out my dooney give the most thanks a nd be appreciative
Pass thi s t o all my seeds after me
Represent a nd fight t o be that everythi ng my seeds want me t o be
The economy has been at it's best, t o all my niggas hungry
Let's keep weavi n a nd magical methods of maki n money
So I ama rep at my fullest, you can't spark me
A nd fight the hardest i n the grim current state of Anarchy…

[CHORUS]

mo re

Video y letra de All Night de Busta Rhymes

La cancion que les traemos se llama All Night. Figura como una de las mejores obras de Busta Rhymes. Es una cancion que produce muchos sentimientos aflorados.

Esta y otra docena de canciones aparecieron en el album Anarchy. El video, en cambio, no es del todo bueno. No hay comentarios sobre el video.

Turn it up (ha ha ha)
Flimode (ha ha ha)
Busta Rhymes (ha ha ha)
An other bangi ng niggas (ha ha ha)
An other bangi ng niggas (ha ha ha)
An other bangi ng niggas (ha ha ha)
An other bangi ng niggas (ha ha ha)

[Cho rus:]

All night
To my east niggas West Coast a nd dirty south,
we make ya wave your ha nds up high
Light L's a nd dri nk some liquo r it make ya wild out
All night
To my niggas a nd my bitches get money
If ya runni ng with me
Wave your ha nds up high
A yo I can't see y'all
You know we hang out i n the streets y'all
All night

Yes yes y'all
I be the god up i n the flesh y'all
Bless y'all
With n othi ng but the best y'all
Fi nesse shit a nd leave the spot up i n a mess y'all
Bitches, you know the street shit caress y'all
Sex y'all
A nd put a bounce up i n your breast y'all
Yes y'all we about t o taste the success y'all
A nd quiz niggas l ike a fucki ng drug test y'all
A nd check y'all
A nd let the livest niggas step i n
I keep the burner, what you thi nk I am turni ng mi ne i n?
What the fuck,
Now all my live motherfuckers boggart o r bri ng it straight t o the front
A nd let me give y'all niggas just what you want
Mo re fire fo r ya fresh off the press
Shit blazi ng t o death
Bitches lust talki ng under they breath
Hope you niggas know t o put on your vest
Or get a hole i n your chest
Who i n thi s motherfucker
Take you a guess

[Cho rus]

Yeah-Yeah All my niggas
Yeah-yeah all my bitches
Yeah-yeah all my thugs
Yeah-yeah all my soldiers
Yeah-yeah all my honeys
Yeah-yeah all my playas
Yeah-yeah all my live niggas c'mon
Yeah-yeah
The gra nd fi nale y'all
Put it down a nd always reppi ng fo r my family y'all
What, lets fo rm a nation wide rally y'all
Of gutter niggas that will pi ss up i n the alley y'all
Fuck it, now I know you know my rep nigga
A nd how it's hard t o figure out my next step nigga
So step nigga, nigga sit your ass down
The way I mash down
Will only leave a legacy fo r me t o pass down
Don't speak unless you're spoken t o
Get broke i n two
Flipmode we be the chosen few
Yeah nigga entrap y'all
I know some niggas that'll clap y'all
A nd strap y'all
Up t o a post a nd back slap y'all
Put y'all i n a mailbox a nd leave open the flap y'all
That's the hap's that make niggas take fo rever naps y'all
Strap y'all all up i nside of your seatbelts
The beats felt l ike a fire watch the heat melt
Your patent leather stack cheddar nigga
Now o r never
Better, whatever nigga feel thi s hot Beretta
Cause when we come you know we hit you with that shit fo r the head
With nough shit just l ike the Lox a nd the dread
Me a nd my niggas we be breaki ng thi s bread
With all the blood that we bled
See we was broke, now we flossi ng i nstead
The shit I drop will never leave you mi slead
Might leave you tired of bed
Shit ai n't over till' the party i s dead

[Cho rus: repeat 2X]

Yeah all my live bitches let me see you just
Wave your ha nds up high
A nd all my niggas runni ng around getti ng pussy
All night

mo re

December 19, 2009

Video y letra de All Night de Busta Rhymes

All Night se trata de un hit muy valorado en el mundo musical. Muestra los mejores momentos de Busta Rhymes. Es una de las favoritas de los fans de Busta Rhymes.

All Night formo parte del exitoso disco Anarchy. El video que ven arriba, fue cortesia de you tube.

Turn it up (ha ha ha)
Flimode (ha ha ha)
Busta Rhymes (ha ha ha)
An other bangi ng niggas (ha ha ha)
An other bangi ng niggas (ha ha ha)
An other bangi ng niggas (ha ha ha)
An other bangi ng niggas (ha ha ha)

[Cho rus:]

All night
To my east niggas West Coast a nd dirty south,
we make ya wave your ha nds up high
Light L's a nd dri nk some liquo r it make ya wild out
All night
To my niggas a nd my bitches get money
If ya runni ng with me
Wave your ha nds up high
A yo I can't see y'all
You know we hang out i n the streets y'all
All night

Yes yes y'all
I be the god up i n the flesh y'all
Bless y'all
With n othi ng but the best y'all
Fi nesse shit a nd leave the spot up i n a mess y'all
Bitches, you know the street shit caress y'all
Sex y'all
A nd put a bounce up i n your breast y'all
Yes y'all we about t o taste the success y'all
A nd quiz niggas l ike a fucki ng drug test y'all
A nd check y'all
A nd let the livest niggas step i n
I keep the burner, what you thi nk I am turni ng mi ne i n?
What the fuck,
Now all my live motherfuckers boggart o r bri ng it straight t o the front
A nd let me give y'all niggas just what you want
Mo re fire fo r ya fresh off the press
Shit blazi ng t o death
Bitches lust talki ng under they breath
Hope you niggas know t o put on your vest
Or get a hole i n your chest
Who i n thi s motherfucker
Take you a guess

[Cho rus]

Yeah-Yeah All my niggas
Yeah-yeah all my bitches
Yeah-yeah all my thugs
Yeah-yeah all my soldiers
Yeah-yeah all my honeys
Yeah-yeah all my playas
Yeah-yeah all my live niggas c'mon
Yeah-yeah
The gra nd fi nale y'all
Put it down a nd always reppi ng fo r my family y'all
What, lets fo rm a nation wide rally y'all
Of gutter niggas that will pi ss up i n the alley y'all
Fuck it, now I know you know my rep nigga
A nd how it's hard t o figure out my next step nigga
So step nigga, nigga sit your ass down
The way I mash down
Will only leave a legacy fo r me t o pass down
Don't speak unless you're spoken t o
Get broke i n two
Flipmode we be the chosen few
Yeah nigga entrap y'all
I know some niggas that'll clap y'all
A nd strap y'all
Up t o a post a nd back slap y'all
Put y'all i n a mailbox a nd leave open the flap y'all
That's the hap's that make niggas take fo rever naps y'all
Strap y'all all up i nside of your seatbelts
The beats felt l ike a fire watch the heat melt
Your patent leather stack cheddar nigga
Now o r never
Better, whatever nigga feel thi s hot Beretta
Cause when we come you know we hit you with that shit fo r the head
With nough shit just l ike the Lox a nd the dread
Me a nd my niggas we be breaki ng thi s bread
With all the blood that we bled
See we was broke, now we flossi ng i nstead
The shit I drop will never leave you mi slead
Might leave you tired of bed
Shit ai n't over till' the party i s dead

[Cho rus: repeat 2X]

Yeah all my live bitches let me see you just
Wave your ha nds up high
A nd all my niggas runni ng around getti ng pussy
All night

mo re

Video y letra de Against All Odds de Busta Rhymes

No se pierdan de esta cancion, titulada Against All Odds, de Busta Rhymes. Como sabran, procede de Busta Rhymes. Ha sido escuchada millones de veces por todo el planeta.

El sencillo que acaban escuchar pertece al album Extinction Level Event. No nos gusto el video de la rola. El video que ven arriba, fue cortesia de you tube.

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

December 18, 2009

Video y letra de All Night de Busta Rhymes

La cancion que les traemos se llama All Night. Es una de las favoritas de los fans de Busta Rhymes. Como sabran, procede de Busta Rhymes.

Anarchy, sin duda uno de los mejores albumes de Busta Rhymes. Gracias a YouTube por el video, por cierto.

Turn it up (ha ha ha)
Flimode (ha ha ha)
Busta Rhymes (ha ha ha)
An other bangi ng niggas (ha ha ha)
An other bangi ng niggas (ha ha ha)
An other bangi ng niggas (ha ha ha)
An other bangi ng niggas (ha ha ha)

[Cho rus:]

All night
To my east niggas West Coast a nd dirty south,
we make ya wave your ha nds up high
Light L's a nd dri nk some liquo r it make ya wild out
All night
To my niggas a nd my bitches get money
If ya runni ng with me
Wave your ha nds up high
A yo I can't see y'all
You know we hang out i n the streets y'all
All night

Yes yes y'all
I be the god up i n the flesh y'all
Bless y'all
With n othi ng but the best y'all
Fi nesse shit a nd leave the spot up i n a mess y'all
Bitches, you know the street shit caress y'all
Sex y'all
A nd put a bounce up i n your breast y'all
Yes y'all we about t o taste the success y'all
A nd quiz niggas l ike a fucki ng drug test y'all
A nd check y'all
A nd let the livest niggas step i n
I keep the burner, what you thi nk I am turni ng mi ne i n?
What the fuck,
Now all my live motherfuckers boggart o r bri ng it straight t o the front
A nd let me give y'all niggas just what you want
Mo re fire fo r ya fresh off the press
Shit blazi ng t o death
Bitches lust talki ng under they breath
Hope you niggas know t o put on your vest
Or get a hole i n your chest
Who i n thi s motherfucker
Take you a guess

[Cho rus]

Yeah-Yeah All my niggas
Yeah-yeah all my bitches
Yeah-yeah all my thugs
Yeah-yeah all my soldiers
Yeah-yeah all my honeys
Yeah-yeah all my playas
Yeah-yeah all my live niggas c'mon
Yeah-yeah
The gra nd fi nale y'all
Put it down a nd always reppi ng fo r my family y'all
What, lets fo rm a nation wide rally y'all
Of gutter niggas that will pi ss up i n the alley y'all
Fuck it, now I know you know my rep nigga
A nd how it's hard t o figure out my next step nigga
So step nigga, nigga sit your ass down
The way I mash down
Will only leave a legacy fo r me t o pass down
Don't speak unless you're spoken t o
Get broke i n two
Flipmode we be the chosen few
Yeah nigga entrap y'all
I know some niggas that'll clap y'all
A nd strap y'all
Up t o a post a nd back slap y'all
Put y'all i n a mailbox a nd leave open the flap y'all
That's the hap's that make niggas take fo rever naps y'all
Strap y'all all up i nside of your seatbelts
The beats felt l ike a fire watch the heat melt
Your patent leather stack cheddar nigga
Now o r never
Better, whatever nigga feel thi s hot Beretta
Cause when we come you know we hit you with that shit fo r the head
With nough shit just l ike the Lox a nd the dread
Me a nd my niggas we be breaki ng thi s bread
With all the blood that we bled
See we was broke, now we flossi ng i nstead
The shit I drop will never leave you mi slead
Might leave you tired of bed
Shit ai n't over till' the party i s dead

[Cho rus: repeat 2X]

Yeah all my live bitches let me see you just
Wave your ha nds up high
A nd all my niggas runni ng around getti ng pussy
All night

mo re

December 17, 2009

Video y letra de Against All Odds de Busta Rhymes

Against All Odds es una composicion altamente apreciada. Contiene un mensaje que merece ser interpretado. Figura como una de las mejores obras de Busta Rhymes.

Gracias a YouTube por el video, por cierto. No hay comentarios sobre el video.

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

Video y letra de All Night de Busta Rhymes

Para los que desconozcan la letra de All Night les va esta entrada. Muestra los mejores momentos de Busta Rhymes. Fue y ha sido interpretada por Busta Rhymes.

Decir que Anarchy fue uno de los discos mas originales de Busta RhymesNo nos gusto el video de la rola. En cuando al corto musical, no estamos seguros de que sea el correcto.

Turn it up (ha ha ha)
Flimode (ha ha ha)
Busta Rhymes (ha ha ha)
An other bangi ng niggas (ha ha ha)
An other bangi ng niggas (ha ha ha)
An other bangi ng niggas (ha ha ha)
An other bangi ng niggas (ha ha ha)

[Cho rus:]

All night
To my east niggas West Coast a nd dirty south,
we make ya wave your ha nds up high
Light L's a nd dri nk some liquo r it make ya wild out
All night
To my niggas a nd my bitches get money
If ya runni ng with me
Wave your ha nds up high
A yo I can't see y'all
You know we hang out i n the streets y'all
All night

Yes yes y'all
I be the god up i n the flesh y'all
Bless y'all
With n othi ng but the best y'all
Fi nesse shit a nd leave the spot up i n a mess y'all
Bitches, you know the street shit caress y'all
Sex y'all
A nd put a bounce up i n your breast y'all
Yes y'all we about t o taste the success y'all
A nd quiz niggas l ike a fucki ng drug test y'all
A nd check y'all
A nd let the livest niggas step i n
I keep the burner, what you thi nk I am turni ng mi ne i n?
What the fuck,
Now all my live motherfuckers boggart o r bri ng it straight t o the front
A nd let me give y'all niggas just what you want
Mo re fire fo r ya fresh off the press
Shit blazi ng t o death
Bitches lust talki ng under they breath
Hope you niggas know t o put on your vest
Or get a hole i n your chest
Who i n thi s motherfucker
Take you a guess

[Cho rus]

Yeah-Yeah All my niggas
Yeah-yeah all my bitches
Yeah-yeah all my thugs
Yeah-yeah all my soldiers
Yeah-yeah all my honeys
Yeah-yeah all my playas
Yeah-yeah all my live niggas c'mon
Yeah-yeah
The gra nd fi nale y'all
Put it down a nd always reppi ng fo r my family y'all
What, lets fo rm a nation wide rally y'all
Of gutter niggas that will pi ss up i n the alley y'all
Fuck it, now I know you know my rep nigga
A nd how it's hard t o figure out my next step nigga
So step nigga, nigga sit your ass down
The way I mash down
Will only leave a legacy fo r me t o pass down
Don't speak unless you're spoken t o
Get broke i n two
Flipmode we be the chosen few
Yeah nigga entrap y'all
I know some niggas that'll clap y'all
A nd strap y'all
Up t o a post a nd back slap y'all
Put y'all i n a mailbox a nd leave open the flap y'all
That's the hap's that make niggas take fo rever naps y'all
Strap y'all all up i nside of your seatbelts
The beats felt l ike a fire watch the heat melt
Your patent leather stack cheddar nigga
Now o r never
Better, whatever nigga feel thi s hot Beretta
Cause when we come you know we hit you with that shit fo r the head
With nough shit just l ike the Lox a nd the dread
Me a nd my niggas we be breaki ng thi s bread
With all the blood that we bled
See we was broke, now we flossi ng i nstead
The shit I drop will never leave you mi slead
Might leave you tired of bed
Shit ai n't over till' the party i s dead

[Cho rus: repeat 2X]

Yeah all my live bitches let me see you just
Wave your ha nds up high
A nd all my niggas runni ng around getti ng pussy
All night

mo re

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]

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December 16, 2009

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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Video y letra de A Trip Out of Town de Busta Rhymes

La cancion del dia muy hermosa, se llama A Trip Out of Town. Como sabran, procede de Busta Rhymes. Es una cancion que produce muchos sentimientos aflorados.

Falta agradecer a You Tube por el video musical. Sin palabras, nos quedamos, sobre el video.

[skit]

[Busta Rhymes]
yo, it all began l ike, bust it
My nigga City bout t o bounce on a trip
We met some niggas with alot of thi ngs they want em t o flip
I t old my nigga get the dough a nd keep the blau on your hip
Travel safe, you know that I ama hold it down on the strip
Good looki n, wo rd t o mother son I give you my wit
But when I get back, I ama bounce straight t o your crib
On the strength, son slid until you t o the Greyhound
Wit a burner i n the knapsack, headed straight outta t own
Now, three days pass I am still on the strip
Doi n ha nd t o ha nd with twelve collapsible, stashable clips
With little magnets on the side of the clips we planted l ike a project
When police come we stick the clips i n any metal object
Throwi n a nigga on the walls a nd try t o search me down
I laugh knowi n that my stash'll never be found
Well anyway, on the third day, son came straight t o the strip
Wit a new floss a nd shi ny shoes on the whip
My nigga hit me with the latest, greatest
He t old me get i nside the whip so I can know just what the up t o date i s
He said he fucki n wit some Guyanese niggas how ill them niggas i s
What ki nd of dough they get, a nd how they ha ndle they biz
How they connect with Jamaician niggas who speak American
A nd how they chai ns swung a medallion iced out pelicans
A nd how they stay wit four pounders
A nd speak American t o try t o blend i n
Like they ai nt obvious out of t owners
Okay, I've never heard of wo rkers getti n five G's pay
Fo r trips that last fo r only 2-3 day
How these Guyanese niggas be eati n pasta but they love zucchi ni
Rocki n valo r tenni s suits by Sergio Tecchi ni
Them type of cats that call you because you can't call 'em
Rocki n baseball fitters with wild animal ski ns on 'em
How they rock silks a nd tailo r made pants
A nd get a matchi ng bally shoe fo r the silk t o step i n the dance
Washrags hangi n from every one of our back pockets
>From every fi ne wi ne t o champagne them niggas'll straight cop it
A nd set up shops i n them neighbo rhoods that was residential
Rock laced whips while the wo rkers'll floss the latest rentals
How they fuck with arrogant bitches who act pussy
A nd love t o hustle wit niggas a nd stash coke up i n they pussy
After all of that I wanted ones
The way my nigga was talki n so next trip I went t o bounce with son
So now we out of t own with Guyanese cats
Up i n they gates bubbli ng packages a nd layi n wit gats
Shit was slow until the mai n fiend was offed
Just l ike a thief i n the night
A nd spread the wo rd that we was back with the white

[I ntermi ssion]
"Ayo why don't you tell that crackhead t o close the fucki n doo r
a nd shut the fuck up"
"Yeah man a nd clean the motherfucki ng spot up, smell l ike…"
"Break the fucki n breakdown i n the wo rki ng city… yo go get the plates
a nd the gym star"
"Yo light that up, lemme hit that, gimme a light, yeah man cut that"
"Fuck thi s shit"

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah, see how we blowi n pa
The lookout niggas holdi n fo rt l ike they was watcht owers
Buggi n on how we went through, a half a brick every couple of hours
So on a nd so on, shit i s good a nd we eati n
First nigga t o sho rt a package will catch the most brutal beati n
The whole t own, see we now own it
Carryi n on a nd blemi shi ng all i n the hearts of the best moments
We stacki n cheddar now a nd shit i s all clear
A nd we was growi n as wo rki n niggas wit aspiri ng ideas
We love t o floss a nd the feeli ng of pushi ng chrome shit
But i n the gra nd scheme these niggas'll love t o have they own shit
Now these niggas was really ready t o swell up
We decided t o separate from them niggas a nd make our shit develop
Off i n t o the wilderness of the wicked Husid
We set up shops a nd watched the games begi n
So now we balli n l ike a motherfucker, money was sick
Gas on the cheddar a nd these bitches ridi n the dick
Fucki n everythi ng from the local McDonald's bitches with the biggest ass
To att o rney bitches that'll beat a charge fast
We used t o taki n niggas' custies a nd leave they set up on tilt
A nd watch 'em angrily scheme on the shit that we built
Ai nt it funny how shit transpire i n fact
Not t oo long after our ride we t ook the wi nner's stash, house was at
Some niggas tried t o run a jook with thi ngs i n they palm
Not a problem so immediately reach fo r the john
Right away the gun BUST! straight li fted a nigga
How we moved hi s o rgans with kickback, shi fted a nigga
Wild shots fire, everybody scatter l ike rats
Leavi n n othi ng but gunpowder a nd a trail of smoke i n these gats
Now we got thi s faggot nigga blood on our ha nds
But fuck it, determi ned t o fulfill the best of these plans
Shit was hot but we was nowhere near ready t o fall
My son said he shot, but he wasn't bleedi ng at all
Wo rd, I started buggi n when my nigga said he feel cold
Then I looked up on the right side of hi s shirt a nd found a little hole
So as we conti nue t o radically blaze the fi fth
Flame the iron, n ot givi ng a fuck, y'all niggas wanna rip?
Well we deaded three out of the four niggas who tried t o jook
One nigga slid a nd thi nk he got off the hook
Now let me fi nd out one out of them three niggas we bodied
Was one of them Guyanese niggas who buy dri nks up fo r the party
He was the nigga t o flood the table with champagnes
Stupid motherfucker tried t o front, we had t o leak hi s brai n
Suddenly my nigga fell t o the floo r
A nd said hi s legs feel l ike them shits ai nt got no feeli ns no mo re
Mo re the acti n up the mo re the shit I felt i n my gut
The shit was all over as soon as the direct o r said CUT!

That's a wrap, good acti n motherfuckers, good acti n
That's the shit I am talki n about
Y'all ready t o watch the playback?
Fuck around, that shit'll be a box office smash motherfuckers
[applause]
[THE END]

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