my records till the cows come home What's goin on inside my dome? Needle to the groove as the records spin clockwise Everybody make room, Clark is on the rise
they came down, you know I know y'all get asses all the time But do me this favor I want y'all to bust the freestyles for us I wanna know who's first
you got out Let me spread out and lubricate Drop a jewel, to make the average fool hate, when I bust But I bust, plus, everybody in the dust, slow down
gutter Music is - the reason I'm livin, the reason I'm driven and givin my all to all y'all {*scratched: "Everybody rise!" - Busta Rhymes*} {*"Learn
fucked Can't stay away from - the main stuff still bust when we ride, still game still bust any time, fuck fame still rhyme under pressure, still bangin
I'll take you there Everybody get your groove on everywhere, everywhere It's that time again and the place to be I love to see, everybody wanna party
a busta, bust a, four fizzle surface the air miss wit a homie, wait for the whistle Who you thought we was? Temperatures might rise Before everybody
bitch or a busta, bust a, four fizzle surface the air miss wit a homie, wait for the whistle Who you thought we was? Temperatures might rise Before everybody
me Spit my rhymes all around and y'all sang my shit Spit my rhymes all around and y'all sang my shit Switch my rhymes all around and say that shit Now why is everybody