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Get Busy

Ubi, King Iso, Jarren Benton, Locksmith
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Yo, yo, yo, yo Lemme hip-hop in the kitchen Get to choppin', whippin', and preppin' Something hot and delicious With pockets of imperfection That'll pop exquisite shit Poppin' is ineffective, tryna slow the roll But we don't stop at your intersection I'm a body in motion though Time for your grand folly Bro you gotta be joking So methodical with my odyssey The prodigy chosen, y'all modest Soaking like a hippopotamus Floating hard body, soft-spoken, hit me The air's thicken and stick Nobody be coming to pick you up When you slip in the city Snip a 50, sip a fifth of Henny, sit with the hippies Lotta MC I been seeing, they ain't fit to get busy Word to mother all the petty remarkin' is uncalled for, brother You stutter, I bust up, better crawl for cover, what's up? Started with us, you know we all gon' suffer I tear the roof off, these four walls gon' crush us Bitin' my flow, I leave your jawbone puckered Body baggin' your squad, better call Ghostbusters And get in touch with the spirit, in vain they don't fear it We'll see what's up when they hear it Readjusting they lyric Yeah, Locksmith, yo I really don't give a fuck if you fuck with my lyricism What's your cynicism? His religion is penning this penance, willing you in submission Giving you his depiction of what I feel is an oversight A host of nice, hunched over speaker speaking to poltergeist Dead legends allegedly ledger me, leverage me Rather be hardpressed for rest than upset I never gave effort, see, they sketching me They follow my Q senses, so swallow this two cents If you sense a similar syllabus spinning us into a huge trench They flinch at the very sight of me, scoping idly I can be just as harsh as the hardest critics that heighten these Pathetic rappers that's blackfacin' 'cause that's adjacent to Cultural castration, ya label's a plantation, a gas station Filling your head with nonsense, nigga just follow the paw prints Soon as I meet him in person, they telling me I'm tense I could sense the bullshit before it exits Every record's a recollection of lyrical perfection His religion is penning this penance, willing you in submission Bust, bust up, bust up, better crawl for cover, what's up? Ill, ill, ill, ill nigga, I'm sick, this that deranged flow Get to choppin', whippin', and preppin' Something hot and delicious Uh Like a chick giving birth to twins, you too damn boring I seen failure reverted and you ran towards it I tried to refrain from the bull like a new sang chorus But that'll be fatal, it's Saddam, it's the who saying they want it? Transition like a chick that woke up a new man this morning I seen a nice thot and paid a food stamp for it The Isoldiers an army, and you're boot camp tourists New rappers playing crazy, call 'em Suzanne Warren Yeah I'm blacker than ever The fact that my suit is just too damn orange Nuns'll get chucked like Bruce, that dudes like who's man? Norris Rep the Snake and the Bat, man, like Bruce and You can't ignore it like a thick bitch that's cute and gorgeous Picking my way in the industry, been a victim to a few slammed doors Ironic my people are Strange even if you fans know it The thing is I'm fantastic, meet the Human Torch Your girl disappearedc when I said, "I'm feeling you and forth" I'm the resurrection of Pun and Pac, Biggie and L And how you king, get a city, when you snitch in the 12 I'm too witty to fail, bitch you must be sniffin' the rail No matter how fire the pussy, you ain't gettin' Chanel I go over your head like when your girl is lifting the veil I get top from your bitch while I whip the Chevelle Ay niggas cap, you never set a brick on the scale My nigga got his own strain, just got a zip in the mail, yeah Money coming, I deserve to my woes The bully my nigga, determined to blow If you give me shit, I'ma turn it to go You niggas all talk, I done heard it before The East of the A nigga, serving up dope The bully, oh you never heard of the GOAT This is the flow that murdered my foes You sleep in a hole with the vermin below Coat hangers for niggas, rip out your brain slow I toured 52 states in a Durango Might drive off of the chain, nigga Django Ill nigga, I'm sick, this that deranged flow Tear, tear the roof off, these four walls gon' crush us Coat hangers for niggas, rip out your brain slow Every record's a recollection of lyrical perfection Rep the Snake and the Bat, rep the Snake and the Bat Yay!