The Onslaught Black Moon (Ft. Busta Rhymes)
"The Onslaught - Black Moon (Ft. Busta Rhymes)" is a high-energy hip-hop track from 2023, featuring aggressive beats and intricate rhymes. The lyrics explore themes of resilience, empowerment, and facing adversity. Busta Rhymes delivers a dynamic flow, enhancing the song's intensity. Its unique blend of hard-hitting production and lyrical depth contributes to its cultural relevance in contemporary rap. #HipHop
[Intro: Buckshot & Busta Rhymes]
[Busta Rhymes] Flipmode, Boot Camp, alliance official
[Buckshot] Shit hit your chest like sess
[Busta Rhymes] Each and every time
(Whattup nigga?) Yeah whattup nigga?
(Y'all niggas chillin'?) The Sun don't chill nigga
[Buckshot] Hate y'all little niggas
Listen to this right here motherfucker what?
[Buckshot] Knahmsayin', shit be kinda close
Hittin' you up with some real shit, feel this nigga
[Verse 1: Buckshot]
Buck spread love like the Pope, but I never spread false hope
I bring the bomb squad close, rock you with a dose
Of TNT, niggas ain't believe in me?
I'm comin' back for all them niggas who be thievin' me
I'm incredible, also edible
Rock it in the stage show, see me in the interview
Wanna be worldwide, but you can't fuck with I
You try, you die; don't deny the fact that you got your back
Blown by binoculars, the way I'm rockin' ya
And drop-toppin' ya, dough low go for dolo in Cali
All my Outlawz form a rally and we Bomb First nigga
Pull the trigga, see what happen if you hesitate
And cut your blood supply short
The bloodsport, the motherfuckin' onslaught
[Busta Rhymes] Flipmode, Boot Camp, alliance official
[Buckshot] Shit hit your chest like sess
[Busta Rhymes] Each and every time
(Whattup nigga?) Yeah whattup nigga?
(Y'all niggas chillin'?) The Sun don't chill nigga
[Buckshot] Hate y'all little niggas
Listen to this right here motherfucker what?
[Buckshot] Knahmsayin', shit be kinda close
Hittin' you up with some real shit, feel this nigga
[Verse 1: Buckshot]
Buck spread love like the Pope, but I never spread false hope
I bring the bomb squad close, rock you with a dose
Of TNT, niggas ain't believe in me?
I'm comin' back for all them niggas who be thievin' me
I'm incredible, also edible
Rock it in the stage show, see me in the interview
Wanna be worldwide, but you can't fuck with I
You try, you die; don't deny the fact that you got your back
Blown by binoculars, the way I'm rockin' ya
And drop-toppin' ya, dough low go for dolo in Cali
All my Outlawz form a rally and we Bomb First nigga
Pull the trigga, see what happen if you hesitate
And cut your blood supply short
The bloodsport, the motherfuckin' onslaught
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