Freestyle Lyrics - Cormega

(Busta Rhymes) 

Busta Rhymes, the place to be 

Flipmode Squad, entirety 

With the God, Cormega 

No fucking deals, we gets biz like that 

Stack bills, y'all niggas chill 

One time, QB, yeah my nigga Cormega 

Busta Rhymes, real MC's 

What the fuck, chill y'all niggas will watch 

From above, up in the heavens, Busta Rhymes, and Cormega 

It's about approximately seven o'clock 

Its get busy while niggas is still riding the jock 

Yeah my gock, stay on cock 

What the fuck you looking at black? 

Relax, chill with all that 

I'm saying though 

Its gets busy with the wild flow 

Busta Rhymes, gets busy, and digging 40 below 

While you shoveling snow 

We freestyle and having a good time 

Busta Rhymes, my nigga named Cormega 

Lets have a seat and play a game of, uh. 

Sega Genesis, we gets busy from here to Nemesis 

It comes through like this 

While all them other niggas is diminishing and blemishing 

We come through with the rhymes, and we still finishing 

The whole show at the end of the night 

Niggas don't feel right, niggas is moving uptight 

Fuck the bullshit, I'm coming through my shit is out of sight 

Play out in tomorrows, while niggas is driving fly cars 

Motherfucker, we driving fat bottles at the bar 

Niggas can't see me and the mega, is superstars 

Now what the fuck is here, Busta Rhymes living legend, dairy 

Cormega, it's very necessary, that we school niggas 

Drop jewels on niggas, fools out of niggas 

We play em like that, word is born 

Guess we comes down like this 

Have fun mega, show them niggas deal shit 

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(Cormega) 

Yo son, we need the silence 

Yo shit is real I can't escape the violence 

In my sleep, I see jail cells in Gator Island 

My greatest challenge, to analyze, like I'm weighing ounces 

Lounging in a rover, on a Jamaican island 

I kick the potent grammar, flow like, coke you bag up 

I told my son in mart nine to blow your man up 

My hand to hand soldiers, rep ill 

If my words don't affect you, then death will 

Mega Montana, for real, say hello to the bad guys 

This Busta Rhymes, Mega shit is madd fly, and I 

Keep my heater on standby 

The nine millimeter shine, kill or be killed 

You fuck me you die, you fuck me you die, you fuck me you'll die 

I don't trust a nine, but a I love my nigga Busta Rhymes 

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(Busta Rhymes) 

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah 

Right through the door, the ambassador 

Busta Rhymes will make all you niggas fall on the floor 

Catch a heat stroke, Busta Rhymes is still provoke 

Niggas will choke off my black smoke, what the fuck 

Niggas don't really want the noise, its Busta Rhymes 

I make noise, for all the little girls and boys 

To enjoy when I speak 

It's Busta Rhymes, and I get down every single day of the week 

Motherfuckers talk that bullshit, shit still sound weak 

What the fuck you dealing wit? 

Niggas is bustin' nuts all over your families 

Its Busta Rhymes, and I come through, and I defy gravities 

Niggas can not see the technology 

It's Busta Rhymes, my shit is advanced, take one chance 

My shit is like CD's enhanced 

It's a breakthrough, what the fuck is the deal 

My rhyme skill, is so ill, niggas better chill 

Busta Rhymes coming through for real, Cormega. 

(Cormega) 

What up my nigga? 

(Busta Rhymes) 

We had fun 

(Cormega) 

Yeah, It's like that, you don't stop 

(Busta Rhymes) 

Then we back niggas guns 

(Cormega) 

Yeah, Yeah, It's like that and you don't stop 

My nigga Busta Rhymes kicking from the bottom to the top 

In the studio live, me and my niggas lied 

My and my nigga Busta rep'n since 9-5 

Cause 95, that's the year a nigga like me arrived 

On the streets I was locked down, doing my time 

I see my nigga Busta in the studio, he like yo 

"Your shit is peace God", I'm like "peace, I like you too bro" 

Ever since then, we've been cool like Hennessey, and Remi 

And rhyme is like extremity 

I'm in the studio, kicking the rhyme again, I'm divine again 

With my black notebook, and ill fucking Heineken 

My nigga motherfucker Busta, the Rhyme 

Yo, shit is real God 

Peace, love, divine (Word is born) 

(Busta Rhymes) 

It was a nice little moment 

We just coming through breezing, like sea breeze on niggas 

No doubt, we throw niggas on grills and barbeque there ass 

Real hot for the 9-7, Cormega back on the streets, nigga 

What the fuck is the deal with all y'all 

Niggas getting a little sneak previews on how the climate might change 

Fuck is the problem? Stay focused before you miss out on the God 

Violator family like, y'all niggas get familiar with it 

Aiight, chill