Текст Busta Rhymes – Match The Name With The Voice

Busta Rhymes Talking
Greatness, yeah, yeah
Aiiyo, turn the beat up a little bit louder
Truck Volume

Busta Rhymes
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We bout to play a lil’ game, match the name with the voice
So when you pick your favorite emcee you makin’ the right choice
SO WHO ARE YOU?

Baby Sham
Baby Sham, I’m known for the crud
First night pops off with a couple of slugs

Busta Rhymes
AND HOW YOU DOIN’?

Baby Shaman
You see what I’m workin’ wit, it’s beyond rap
Stick to the fact, that chapped lips get convexed
Palm that, look where the arm’s at, nigga need to launch that
Now tell me what the problem be, is that I’m scorching dem
To flood these streets, hot not partially, cock back the toast
Put your heart for free, so what it feels like to hear me crushin’ a beat

Busta Rhymes
SO WHO ARE YOU?

Rah Digga
The illest broad Digga, reppin’ Brick City
If I’m lying may the Lord come strike my left tittie

Busta Rhymes
AND HOW YOU DOIN’?

Rah Digga
Undisputed metaphor rap queen, always cookin’ up some shit

Hook (Busta Rhymes)
SO WHO ARE WE? (Flipmode)
Got you gaspin’ for air, hot shit muthafuckas
Throw your hands in the air
WATCH HOW WE DO IT
How we rep and yo we solemnly swear
To put it down until it’s over and our time is up here
SO WHO ARE YOU?

Rampage
Rampage, new tenant, pack big still
Fuck what ya heard, I’m ready to kill

Busta Rhymes
AND HOW YOU DOIN’?

Rampage
Day criminal, street thug material
Flipmode Imperial, top breakin’ officer
Fuck around we warnin’ ya, 21 gun salute
6 official conrads, ain’t afraid to shoot
Niggas see us, we got them shakin’ in they boots
Flipmode, the streets, bigger than Bayroots

Busta Rhymes
SO WHO ARE YOU?

Spliff Starr
Yeah, Spliff Starr, cunt-crusher, gun-busta
Hard-to-toucha, one bad muthafucka

Busta Rhymes
AND HOW YOU DOIN’?

Spliff Starr
Gangsta bitch, deadly like cancerous
I bring it where your parents live, show you what your status is
Steam-boil your cabbages, I can’t take y’all nigaz faggotness
You about to die, show him where his casket is
You wanted beans, I had your hood under siege
Guns get squeezed, and bullets hit your knees

Busta Rhymes
SO WHO ARE YOU?
Bus-A-Bus now, somethin’ fo’ sho’
Keep ’em whilin’ till somebody’s left a leak on the flo’
AND HOW YOU DOIN’?
We’ve been awaitin’ the God, to make an undernovel entry
Controllin’ everything in the yard
Rugged like General Custard it seems
How we crush grapefruit, niggaz, and make a mustard out of your team
You know we hotter than the 4th of July
So sit back and watch the fireworks show light up my name the sky

Hook