Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You Busta, artist - KXNG Crooked.
Date of issue: 02.01.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
You Busta |
When I enter the mist |
I’m the reason that the pendulum shifts |
You wouldn’t right with a intricate twist if I didn’t exist |
I’m the difference |
You know I’m death I give you a kiss if you slippin' |
When I’m in the room I make lyricist dig deeper |
Open they notebook look over they shoulder |
And see the Grim Reaper |
People done stole my rhymes so many times |
I done heard my lines in nine battle raps and ten features |
Six Funk Flex freestyles, hold it now |
Rappers y’all be calling the GOAT be using a stolen style |
From the golden child |
It’s like I went to Fogo de Chão |
Crooked’s ready to beef with the Gods I’m eating holy cow |
I turn your Mount Rushmore into a volcano |
Flow hotter than lava you nada but it’s all bueno |
Y’all actors like John Stamos and Clark Gable |
The dark angel with a COB flag singing the Star-Spangled |
Bustas |
Flipmode |
I been flippin' for fifty one weeks and my shit’s cold |
Dizz done flipped fifty one beats it’s a big load |
You can’t hear bars like these on a hit song |
I rhyme |
Busta |
Flipmode |
I’m on some forever shit I’ma never get old |
I’m on some eloquent intelligent ghetto shit |
Mixed with black excellence |
Talking that yellow brick road like |
Diana Ross I am a boss |
No more smoke talk unless it’s from the Porche |
Cayenne exhaust |
(Skrrt) |
Jingle bells fuck your single sells |
I don’t mingle well |
With mainstream artists I see a male Tinker Bell |
With a dress on and press on fingernails we can tell |
You’ll never be Chappelle |
You ain’t willing to lose money just to keep yourself |
We excel we prevail be ourselves |
'Fore I lay with you devils I rather sleep in hell |
New slaves drinking out of massa’s fountain |
Can’t handle freedom well |
Batch of rappers from here to Minneapolis |
I slap 'em backwards my spit is immaculate |
No rapping after |
My city is hazardous I pack a clapper |
I’m sick as a masochist |
Slashing his own Adam’s apple for sexual pleasure |
The Weeklys are a intellectual treasure |
That effect you forever same texture as leather |
It’s rough |
Busta |
Flipmode |
I been flippin' for fifty one weeks and my shit’s cold |
Dizz done flipped fifty one beats it’s a big load |
You can’t hear bars like these on a hit song |
I rhyme |
Busta |
Flipmode |
I’m on some forever shit I’ma never get old |
I’m on some eloquent intelligent ghetto shit |
Mixed with black excellence |
Talking that yellow brick road like |
Diana Ross I am a boss |
No more smoke talk unless it’s from the Porsche |
Cayenne exhaust |
(Skrrt) |
Yeah |
I couldn’t shout everybody out |
But I love all y’all |
One week left! |