Текст Busta Rhymes – Coming Off
Текст:
Yo, everytime I MC I’m coming off
Yes it’s coming back to me
The B-U-S-T-A, HEY! Yo when I MC I’m coming off
Yes it’s coming back to me
Yo, everytime I MC I’m coming off
Yes it’s coming back to me
The B-U-S-T-A, HEY! Yo when I MC I’m coming off
Yes it’s coming back to me
Yo, everytime I MC I’m coming off
Yes it’s coming back to me
The B-U-S-T-A, HEY! Yo when I MC I’m coming off
Yes it’s coming back to me
The B-U-S-T-A, HEY!
Salute in sight, or get caught in the crossfire
Crush and trip the circuits, my niggas is haywire
For sure corny nigga your time will soon expire
Retire cause your name ain’t no longer on the flyer
You abuse your every blessing, go say another pray-er
Still on the first floor, I take you a level higher
Your Miss O’Hara a la sweater smear off your mascara
Can’t take the heat, switch to eyeline, yo call Sara
Rhymes penetrate the flesh and effect the bone marrow
Your dry spell flows sound like they stranded in de Sahara
Smoke bombs, salute all my niggas who smoke charms
Let’s take it to the garden or fields and smoke out the fat farms
OD’ing on the beat like the needles up in my arm
Then I whip your ass if you do not listen just like your moms
When I count to five, by the time I open my palm
I’ma fuck you up, like the United States got by Vietnam
I go…
Yo, everytime I MC I’m coming off
Yes it’s coming back to me
The B-U-S-T-A, HEY! Yo when I MC I’m coming off
Yes it’s coming back to me
Yo, everytime I MC I’m coming off
Yes it’s coming back to me
The B-U-S-T-A, HEY! Yo when I MC I’m coming off
Yes it’s coming back to me
Yo, everytime I MC I’m coming off
Yes it’s coming back to me
The B-U-S-T-A, HEY! Yo when I MC I’m coming off
Yes it’s coming back to me
The B-U-S-T-A, HEY!
Rhyme flows cause damage on niggas that’s unforgiven
Faggot must be getting dick in the ass yo, how ya livin?
You must been driven two up your ass when you was in prison
Up in the streets frontin like you hardcore, that’s done forbidden
Everytime I bomb this be predictions from Nostradamus
Busta Rhymes to fan bombs on your head and that’s a promise
The one thing that seems to be funny yet never stated
Is that I been creatin shit niggas think they originatin
My displays make you feel like you need some x-rays
My music make y’all celebrate like important holidays
We got to break fool tactics and carry on with tradition
Whippin in the Tahoe, and we wild in the Exhibition
Wild bend your mindstate, smash your transmission
With no permission, you crossed the line and catch a whippin
Before I wash y’all niggas down like liquid detergent
Watch the flame before I overcook shit, and start the burnin
So, watch me turn it on y’all niggas that try to learn it
Gotta work to earn it, can’t come in without a permit
So hot, the wicked shit soundin so official
Little whistles sign with the blast of my SCUD missile
Pass the peas international paper stackin G’s
Overseas please you drivin nothin, pass the keys
Get subdued, watch me shoot dope, y’all know my attribute
HUH, make y’all niggas jump with no parachute, like
Yo, everytime I MC I’m coming off
Yes it’s coming back to me
The B-U-S-T-A, HEY! Yo when I MC I’m coming off
Yes it’s coming back to me
Yo, everytime I MC I’m coming off
Yes it’s coming back to me
The B-U-S-T-A, HEY! Yo when I MC I’m coming off
Yes it’s coming back to me
Yo, everytime I MC I’m coming off
Yes it’s coming back to me
The B-U-S-T-A, HEY! Yo when I MC I’m coming off
Yes it’s coming back to me
The B-U-S-T-A, HEY!