Packin’ Them Things Kev Brown (Ft. Busta Rhymes)

[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
This sound like some music from mother fucking Fat Albert show and shit
You know what I mean?
Sound like the organs from Fat Albert nigga
What's going on here?

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Look
I be the most incredible, alphabetical unforgettable
God of the spit, that's why I talk shit
Phenomally pursuing most of the heads of most of you niggas
That's why I be the friction and I spark shit
And while you sporadically notice who's the don man
Exploding hoods to emphatically burned farm land
Ha
Niggas asking me not to do it sire
Knowing embalming fluid is mixed with my saliva
Need me to move the Maybach, holler at my driver
I'm still voting for Obama despite a couple of priors
I pay you niggas no mind, you a bunch of (?) liars
Now how the frenzy going to stop this
Cause I bring it back like (?) boxes
While I continue to lock this
Pop this off
And then
Drop this on
Every single hood I target
And then corner the market
Stop this homes
You can't watch this
The way I shit on beats and then I fart bitch
I paint lyrical pictures like beautiful art bitch
Trust me
I don't think you wanna start bitch