Match The Name With The Voice Lyrics - Genesis - Busta Rhymes

Greatness, yeah, yeah 

Aiyo, turn the beat up a little bit louder 

Truck Volume 

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, I'm known for the crud 

First night pops off with a couple of slugs 

And how you doin'? 

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 

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So who are you? 

The illest broad Digga, reppin' Brick City 

If I'm lying may the Lord come strike my left tittie 

And how you doin'? 

Undisputed metaphor rap queen, always cookin' up some shit 

Like mom's a crack fiend, so what's the word 

Strike a nerve when I'm speakin' 

Any emcee whether black or white, or Puerto Riquen 

I'm the big dog, you just a cat stuck in a tree 

Not one of y'all cocksuckers fuckin' wit me 

So who are we? 

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? 

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Rampage, new tenant, pack big still 

Fuck, what ya heard, I'm ready to kill 

And how you doin'? 

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 

So who are you? 

Yeah, Spliff Starr, cunt crusher, gun busta 

Hard-to-toucha, one bad muthafucka 

And how you doin'? 

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 

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 under novel 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 

So who are we? 

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?