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Artiste : Busta Rhymes
Titre : Slap
[Busta Rhymes]
I go on and on and on and
Don´t approach me, I back the ratchet, that´s a warnin´
Yeah, hahaha

Y´all gon´ appreciate this slap today
Taheem Allah, King Asia had it, galore
AKA Buss´ Rhymes, Big Daddy Kane, and the motherfucker
Yo, we in the motherfucker this evenin´
Rest in peace Biz Mark´
Rest in peace to all of our fallen soldiers
Rest in peace to PnB Rock, look
Look, somebody pouch my cran
And put it back in my motherfuckin´
Yo, yo

[Busta Rhymes]
We on coast now, back with the force, respect the boss
Y´all stood off, shit leak out your head, like pasta sauce
Who´s to blame? (Uh) Burden this bitch and bang a flame

Ayo, we back (Montgomery, bitch), you know the name (Ayo)
You´re ridin´ on empty, you should refuel the amigo
Most you niggas is finished, the pockets of complexico
Passed it though, cook you and serve you, like a casserole
And lay you wide on the street and display you, like a fashion show
Sorry, but I have to go, my spitter´s full of rockets
And I´m dumb with all you niggas in quadrilateral boxes
Compatible with toxins, the TEC´s jam electrical
Reflect the image of niggas gettin´ chopped with a thousand options
The shit that I can cock this, mixed like type-two diabetes

Mixed with high cholesterol, honorary blockage (Haha)
You better call the cops, kid
Or quickly turn into one of them niggas abroad
As a hailin´ or solvable hostage
Next throw the coke around, like them niggas in moshpits
A lot of niggas think they got it, but nigga just pop shit
We ´bout to give niggas bangers, controllin´ the block itch
The fact that I´m holdin´ a rock while I´m throwin´ a knot, bitch

[Conway the Machine]
Yeah, I see these niggas still lyin´ on they raps and buyin´ they own plaques (Huh?)
I´m so relaxed, I don´t reply if you don´t at

Killer been chillin´, but somebody die and the bro snap
He dyin´ to go "Grraht"
That´s when y´all niggas gon´ be dyin´ to go rat
In and out of jail, so we don´t mind if we go back (Huh)
Got the rap bended down to the science, don´t know cap (Woo)
Hall of fame and we´re just analyzin´ my old stats (Ah)
Glidin´ on those tracks (Ah), My catalog in it´s entirety all slap
And my impact is like that of a ball bat
Swing from Aaron Judge, bring Canary studs (Talk to ´em)
Yeah, Mercedes concept, where you get that from?
You talkin´ online and I ain´t worried ´bout that bum (Come on, man)

I was bullshittin´, then I three-peat back to back, uh
Machine brought that feel back, how they ain´t gon´ jack, son? (Woo)
I´m ´bout to go on my Kobe and Shaq run (Ah)
Punch a nigga in the chest and get a collapse month (Hahaha)
Doat street , May block, you know where I´m at, uh (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

[Big Daddy Kane]
Made a solemn oath to never stop gettin´
Decades later, stay about business
Spinnin´ whilst we sayin´ Harry Potter picture
Tried to give my game, but they said he not listenin´
Some of y´all got that Fetty Wap vision
My third eye proved my F.N. carnation

Move like the feds and hit every spot different
Ha, when me and Buss´ hit the block , listen
Let me try to spit it to you logically
You got Kevin´s heart but no state property
I claim whatever in this sheer monopoly
Park, please, boardwalk them greens, I got the three
Stop playin´, y´all, I got a third sum eat
But I left a spot at the table, it´s common courtesy
The urgency for currency certainly workin´ me, purposely
Even inversely, turnin´ me into Hercules
No laggin´ and that´s the dept of it
If y´all don´t know the roots to this, let me Questlove it
Instead of y´all livin´ on a set budget
Make sure that bag secure, next subject

I ain´t at the ATM to check luggage
My bags carry on (We´ll come to you later)
´Cause I´m a real earner boy
And you don´t wanna turn the boy into a Nat Turner boy
You ´bout to be a learner, boy
Enjoy yourself until I Pop Smoke and Burna Boy
In the story, no one goes after me
I ain´t contract so you can last for me
Don´t ask me to pass the mic´, that´s blasphemy
Fuck I look like to y´all? David Cassidy

[ Busta Rhymes]
A big daddy, haha
My man, my man wrote
Let´s count this bread because you been the type of fellows
Hahaha