American Dream
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Yeah
I see adversity and fight through that bitch
Punch holes in the wall
You heard?
Let's get it
Plus I'm rollin' with the best motherfuckers in the game right here
You heard? (Busta Rhymes)
Come on
We got the illest team
We swarm like killer bees
You get shot like guillotines
'Cause homie, I'm a living dream
Can I bust? Yes, indeed
I'm Busta Rhymes, deliver scenes
Best believe it, baby, I'm a living dream
Check it
See, how the streets'll get you stoppin' and lookin' (Ha)
When I'm in the kitchen seasonin' the concoct of the cookin', look
A lot of you niggas trash like it's hard just to step it up (Ha)
A guru with a gourmet, a scientist of the chef and up (Huh)
A restaurant for the heat and a deli that'll always serve
The hood twenty-four hours, feedin' niggas the hors d'oeuvres
God rap prophecy, Bust' Rhymes the Great
Prepare the full course meal, juice leakin' from the steak
Check, actin' like you ain't knowin', you niggas must be idiots
Y'all know my name already, Bust' Rhymes and affiliates
With Flipmode in this bitch, the alliance is kinda serious
Damage everything in the buildin', regardless where it is (Ha)
The way I saturate the street, I'm only sayin'
I rapidly feed the hood like I'm a fast food chain (Huh)
No need to ever question why the hood love me
Y'all the aliens and vegetarians, feed you if you hungry
Debauchery, ain't no peace in poverty
Keep watchin' me, blow your ass up like Lockerbie
Know your psychology, nigga, don't lie to me
Disaster strikes, yeah, that's prophecy
Theocratic liberal faggot, right-wing fascist
Democratic crack addict, politics is a language
54Th Street downtown, maroon Lincoln Navigator
Music is loud, the usual crowd
The center of attention is where all the energy is directed
It's deceptive, so I stand corrected
Top tier rated review, same as you, say it ain't true
I put a nigga to shame in the booth
Difference between me and them? Fingerprints and dick size
Bad Leroy Brown, spaz like Spetsnaz
Lumberjack on steroids, break you off with my bare hands, boy
Sledgehammer to the groin
So many ways to control the human animal
With strategies to make the world more manageable
More or less, best protect your neck, guard your chest
The war of attrition, them niggas starved in the trench
Only the strong survive, you know the monsters always gon' try
Those with a conscience probably gon' die (Die, die, die)
We got the illest team
We swarm like killer bees
You get shot like guillotines
'Cause homie, I'm a living dream
Can I bust? Yes, indeed
I'm Busta Rhymes, deliver scenes
Best believe it, baby, I'm a living dream
Hot tub, Huggz God the watchdog
The watchdogs watch the socks boil
I got them oxtail plates and I inhale marble topsoil
Your plot's foiled like wetlands from onyx soil
I broil fox, smoke silver like a arctic fox
No bark but shots, stone heart comprised of rocks
Watch the target burn, blow through your chest plate
Destro, metal face, my script scroll, penetrate
Klitschko fist stroke, separate wrist, throat
Butterfly shank, you lightweight, I lift scopes
Sinister on ceremony, master next, lift ropes
Until they stiff and sold coffins, I wrote
To assist to lift your soul, shift the fragments of your skull
Detroit Piston man, I place the Indiana brawl
Scuba dive a landing strip, mess hall to Walden
Put 'em to sleep since I'm slept on, yes, y'all
I'm the big conquerin' lion from out of Mount Zion (Rah)
My fangs is like two pins made of Wolverine iron (Yeah)
You had dreams I was down with the Mayans (That's real)
I hunt witches, chop heads off Medusa (Uh-huh)
Can't block out McCloud, he a crazy producer (Yeah)
All my homies stay tight like me and my hoopers (Good)
Young L, that's young nigga shit, I don't hang out
Might see me at the mas or at Jimmy Kane house (Woop)
I'm gifted, stay away from wood niggas and stank bitches (Uh-huh)
Jesus, feed your whole team with two fishes (Yeah)
The angel of rap, destroy demons and death wishes (Yeah)
Even my homeboy act very suspicious (Buck, buck)
Put Fontane on the track, lil' brother, come get this
Mos Def with the Clan but I'm Common with kisses (Uh-huh)
And I'm 50 when it's time to get down
In the ditches (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
We got the illest team
We swarm like killer bees
You get shot like guillotines
'Cause homie, I'm a living dream
Can I bust? Yes, indeed
I'm Busta Rhymes, deliver scenes
Best believe it, baby, I'm a living dream