Rhymes Galore

Rhymes galore, rhymes galore

Rhymes galore, rhymes galore

Rhymes galore, rhymes galore, rhymes galore

This for the motherfuckers out there on some real hip-hop shit

Yo, yo, yo, mayday, mayday, mayday, mayday

Walk barefoot on **** like Kunta Kinte

(So, what you say?)

What is you doin', you walkin' this way?

I'll burn you like I'm smokin' a chalice with El Da Sensei

I be designin' fashion like Mark Buchanan

Yes, I keep it slammin', shit just be bangin'

Just like a loose cannon

You better park, ****, I spark ****

Like sharp ****, I stay rippin' up rippin' shit apart, ****

Float over water like Noah's Ark, ****

Cover your face and don't get caught up in the scene

When it get dark, ****

Excuse me, Mrs.

Sure to hit you with the fitness

Give you **** the sickness

Jumpin' Jehovah Witness

Beamin' in on **** plottin' and schemin'

And steady dreamin' on how they gon' do they double teamin'

Fuck the bullshit

My ****, it be best, you know 'bout it

Before you get secret indicted

Make me slap a **** lopsided

Hold up, son, listen, it be so beautiful

When we catch you like a **** sold us too much pharmaceuticals

Come and get it quick

When Busta Rhymes be up in the place

Those who don't like it, go get the dick, I'll give you a taste

Ay yo, you need to just focus on my earth tremblin' rhymes

That got me fillin' in by the million, fuck a yo opinion

Dominatin' like Kings Dominion

Leanin' on **** like we on motorcycles, pop-a-wheelin'

Ay yo, number one roman numeral

Completing the executional shit as usual

I ain't scared of ya

Takin' all of yo paraphernalia

That's my word on Mrs. Mahalia

I hope you know yo best bet is to get the fuck out of my area

Before I rip you from out your interior

And I hope you know you got to keep a corny a **** smothered

Grab the gat off the cupboard, you never know when shit is safe

So keep your face covered

While I be scorchin' it, a lot of **** be lookin' for alternates

And still just lose they life, it's so unfortunate

Trailblazin' me, since my mother started raisin' me

Hit you with the powerful shit that sometimes amazes me

I create junkies just like 12 Monkeys

Spreadin' right throughout your block

Catchin' suspects who thinkin' they so lucky

Loud and clear for those who cannot properly hear

Frequency so loud, shatter couple ampere in your chandelier

Now when I'm in the place, give me my space

Nothin' left for me to do, my **** blew up the place

What the fuck?

I got rhymes galore, rhymes galore

Y'all I got rhymes galore, rhymes galore

My Flipmode ****, got rhymes galore, rhymes galore

Busta Rhymes got rhymes galore, rhymes galore

Ay, yo, yo, we got rhymes galore

Yo we got rhymes galore, rhymes galore

Rhymes galore, rhymes galore, rhymes galore

Me and my squad got rhymes galore

Fuck that