So Hardcore Busta Rhymes

[Produced by J Dilla as part of the Ummah]

[Intro]
Ziggy, ziggy, ziggy, ziggy, ziggy, ziggy ziggy
Hahaha! Yo
Yaw, yaw, yaw-yaw-yaw, yaw
Yaw, yaw-yaw-yaw, yaw-yaw, yaw-yaw (Huh)
Yaw, yaw, yaw-yaw, yaw, yaw
Yaw, yaw, yaw-yaw, yaw-yaw, yaw, yaw

[Verse 1]
Yo, I walk through brick walls
Fuck around, hijack your whole shoppin' malls
I be rippin' shit, that's my word bond
Scream then I watch the whole planet Earth respond
Do just what ya told, the remote control
Crash course your shit, you know how we roll
When I tumble and drive then you reply
"My, my, my, my-my-my!" (Ha)
Yo! I execute all plans
Run up in two bitches for me and my mans
(Ha) Breakin' fool (Ha) for my fans
In return niggas give me the (Hot) SoundScans
(Ha) Strike matches, golden egg hatches
Request line is open, send all your faxes!
Freaks the flows with no rehearsin'
Rollerskate backwards when the beat start reversin'
You're so wack, you make people start cursin'
Flows contradict worser than the King James version
Turn on your mic but yo' shit will stop workin'
Beats brutalize ya whole rhyme, yo' head's hurtin'
Broomsticks and witches from rags to riches
We get mad love while y'all niggas'll burn bridges!
Amateur, why won't you look right at the calendar?
A matter of time before I start to damage ya
So starvin' to just bust my rhyme caliber
Consecutive wounds like a nigga stabbin' ya
Yah! My whole team get wild cream!
Politickin every move to the extreme!