Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Busta Rhymes
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dick Hyman
Songwriter
T. Smith
Songwriter
Darryl Sloan
Songwriter
Dominick Lamb
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Vinny Nicoletti
Recording Engineer
Nottz
Producer
Eduardo Larez
Assistant Engineer
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Brand new, yeah, brand new
Ha, brand new for all y'all massive and crew
People across the world
Yeah, Busta Rhymes, hot shit, more and more and more and more
Motherfucker, Flipmode, ****
More advanced technology for y'all ****
Check it out, y'all, follow instructions
[Verse 2]
Hop, skip, jump, makin' you flip
Dislocate your hipbone, vertebrate slip
Shut your lip and talk shit, lost your grip
On the realest thing in life, ****, pass the clip
Makin' you beg for your life, quickly strip
Oh, shit, make you gimme all of your belongings quick
Come up off of that, you'll get smacked
Knock your bitch back
Blow make you go back to way you used to act
Get money, fuck the bullshit, ain't nothing funny
Nowadays, violate quick, will leave your face bloody
Freak show have a **** whole shit crisp
Break your face from the swing of my hand, flick of my wrist
Dismiss all y'all **** and ball up my fist
I hate a fake ****, and you at the top of the list
Wait, regardless how you skip around, the fact remains
You a bitch now learnin' how to play these games
Exercise the right to rip shit every night
Precisely, **** be nicely doin' it right
Holy mackerel, nothing less than actual factual
Stay reppin' even when we conversate casual
Read it in your manual
Attend to our annual get-together
Serenade in luxury, doin' whatever
Doin' my thing, Trevade bumps King
Truck jewelin' it, watch the medallion swing
So fast, ****, forget shit as time passed
Break a piece of glass, quick to amputate your ass
The tidal wave movin' faster than the speed of sound
Gargantua weighin' in at a million pounds
The more the heavy, the more the solid, my **** run thick
Fast to bap the John type, my **** murder you quick
Yo, take it easy while back at the ranch
You talk too much, you get beat with a tree branch
The most influential, whether in projects or suburban residential
Fuck that, we keep the livest **** happy
Then we blow the spot quick
Gimme my money, make it snappy
Oh my God, Flipmode is the Squidaud
It's war if you dare step foot in my yard
My protocol is to create
Substance abuse lyrics like alcohol
****, try to recall
When I hit you, you ain't even know that you was gon' fall
Cut your shit up, turned around and bumped your head and all
Leapin' lizards, always remain grand wizard
Fuck around, sleep, ****
You get caught up in my blizzard
Askin', who is it?
My **** ain't around, I ain't with it
Ay, yo, yo, yo
We here to stay, ****, fuck payin' a visit
So consistent, demand everybody's assistance
Let us reach for all things without any resistance
Fatality for all those in the world that might be mad at me
Suffer in the faces of my immortality
To the ones who didn't make it
[Verse 3]
Now in every way, I hope you know where we about to take it
And anyway, I hope you know where we about to take it
Now in every way, I hope you know where we about to take it
In every way, I hope you know where we about to take it
In every way, I hope you know where we about to take it
Now in every way, I hope you know where we about to take it
In every way, I hope you know where we about to take it
Written by: Darryl Sloan, Dick Hyman, Dominick Lamb, T. Smith