Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Follow the Wave, artist - Busta Rhymes. Album song Extinction Level Event 2: The Wrath of God, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, The Conglomerate Entertainment
Song language: English
Follow the Wave |
Yeah, yeah, yeah |
Yeah, yeah, yeah |
Homie, we gotta really holla |
If you hear me, you need to follow |
Come and follow the wave |
And when you see me, just wave |
Wave at me, and then I wave back |
I hope you know I see the way you look at me |
Now, why you lookin' at me like that? |
You see, our nature is completely different |
I only see myself around people |
They always tryna tell us we are the same |
But no, we’re not equal |
Homie, we gotta really holla |
If you hear me, you need to follow |
Come and follow the wave |
And when you see me, just wave |
Rampage, I came a long way |
I gotta thank God for seein' another day |
Throughout my struggles and all my life lessons |
I gotta stay humble, I gotta count my blessin’s |
I’m puttin' God first in anything I do |
Greatest in the flesh, let me talk for a few |
You’re playin' with the fire, there’s somethin' that can never cool |
Trump tryna put us in cages, I’m droppin' Jews |
Now this is bad timin', everybody’s confused |
This is that extension, I heard it on the news |
They try to kill us dead or keep us as live food |
They try to feed on niggas like nibblin' cashews |
«Barbecue Becky,» «Corner Store Caroline,» «Permit Patty» |
Like, damn, where we draw the line? |
How 'bout we give you a reason for that police report? |
Douse 'em in some gasoline, smack 'em with a tiki torch |
Stomp on their MAGA hats, start doin' the Cabbage Patch |
Vibranium for your closed feet and cataracts |
See a real nigga in a real nigga habitat |
Homie, we gotta really holla |
If you hear me, you need to follow |
Come and follow the wave |
And when you see me, just wave |
Wave at me, and then I wave back |
I hope you know I see the way you look at me |
Now, why you lookin' at me like that? |
You see, our nature is completely different |
I only see myself around people |
They always tryna tell us we are the same |
But no, we’re not equal |
Homie, we gotta really holla |
If you hear me, you need to follow |
Come and follow the wave |
And when you see me, just wave |
Trump said he wanted to be «Great again» (What he say?) |
But in the same breath, he degraded the Mexican (Fucked up, man) |
Spanish, Black, anything that’s Mexican (Mhm) |
We all play hard, but not all of us born to win (Nope) |
Judge me by my color and the clothes I wear (Fuck) |
They say «Love is love,» nigga, not around here |
You niggas on percs, these shorties twerkin' for a purse |
Rappers these days be thuggin' out a fuckin' skirt (What the fuck) |
What the fuck, nigga? |
I accept change (What the) |
But paintin' your nails? |
Rappers, I can’t accept strange (Strange) |
World is twisted, yeah, we all witness (Whoop, yeah) |
«Mister Generous,» now called the fuckin' «Misses» (Oh, the fuck) |
To each his own, I stay focused on mine |
I ain’t got time to waste no fuckin' time (Time) |
The plot thickens, stop trippin' |
The doctor told me my heart might stop tickin' |
Psych, I’m breathin' deeper than I can swim |
Backflip mode, niggas securin' the win |
Homie, we gotta really holla |
If you hear me, you need to follow |
Come and follow the wave |
And when you see me, just wave |
Wave at me, and then I wave back |
I hope you know I see the way you look at me |
Now, why you lookin' at me like that? |
You see, our nature is completely different |
I only see myself around people |
They always tryna tell us we are the same |
But no, we’re not equal |
Homie, we gotta really holla |
If you hear me, you need to follow |
Come and follow the wave |
And when you see me (Yeah), just wave |
Look, while most of you niggas is quick to idolize a fool quick |
I’m only hear to deliver, I’ve idolized the music |
Let me show you-you some kind of discretion and how you use it |
Collectively, let’s filter the trash so we don’t abuse it |
New shit, protrudin' like a pubic |
Immergin' like I’m a surgeon, see that’s the way we do shit |
Microscopic glass in my eye analyzin' cancer |
There’s a chemical imbalance in the music, but I got the answer |
You have to embrace this lord or master |
Embrace the God in turn who’s influence is what you’re after |
See, most of y’all be descendants of the open chapter |
It’s another school y’all wanna craft, that you’re supposed to master |
Hehe, laughter |
Celebratin' the win |
Walkin' through buildings with swag, get ya low with your brim |
And your chances are slim, the cameras lookin' at you |
'Ttrition, I’m wishin' niggas learn to preserve the value |
How you? |
I’m kinda feelin' fine |
With substance in an abundance, the juice is so divine |
We scared by the shit, then you died just like your love for swine |
it all collide with your passion a rhyme |
But I’m the one who holds the title |
Describe the science like the Old Testament or the Bible |
It constantly be poppin' shit off like the cleanest rifle |
Accomplish greatness 'til they salute us like we was Michael |
Recycle, in light of my disciples |
And feed the street with heat 'til people’ll smile delightful |
I speak these words for niggas that like to singin' at school recitals |
Just know the flow and swag wavy like the biggest tidal |
Bridal, I’m married to this shit |
It don’t matter how dysfunctional that the shit’ll get |
I’m right on time, shit is punctual how I kill 'em with |
The antidote to kill a cancer if you’re really sick |
I spit, go ahead and get 'em God |
The fact that I’m timeless with how I still control the yard |
Trust me, I appreciate when rap niggas are spittin' hard |
Just know who supervise this shit, domestic and abroad |
Lord, have mercy on a whack one 'cause times are changin' and we probably won’t |
let you bring it back, son |
Accordin' to the feds, we the generals, dude, your act’s done |
We ain’t lettin' y’all do no more, you probably was the last one |
Damn son, they been foolin' us lately |
Since Trump fucked up healthcare, the shit been kinda shaky |
You niggas ain’t doin' your job so now you wanna make me |
Slit my wrists but I continue to make the devil hate me |
You will never replace me because I keep it pure |
I keep the gutter and honest, my shit is sure |
Meditate like a Buddhist and feel it in your core |
The King of Cancer Niggas, I got the cure (I got the cure) |
Homie, we gotta really holla |
If you hear me, you need to follow |
Come and follow the wave |