Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Busy, artist - Ubi. Date of issue: 25.07.2019
Song language: English
Get Busy |
| Yo, yo, yo, yo |
| Lemme hip-hop in the kitchen |
| Get to choppin', whippin', and preppin' |
| Something hot and delicious |
| With pockets of imperfection |
| That’ll pop exquisite shit |
| Poppin' is ineffective, tryna slow the roll |
| But we don’t stop at your intersection |
| I’m a body in motion though |
| Time for your grand folly |
| Bro you gotta be joking |
| So methodical with my odyssey |
| The prodigy chosen, y’all modest |
| Soaking like a hippopotamus |
| Floating hard body, soft-spoken, hit me |
| The air’s thicken and stick |
| Nobody be coming to pick you up |
| When you slip in the city |
| Snip a 50, sip a fifth of Henny, sit with the hippies |
| Lotta MC I been seeing, they ain’t fit to get busy |
| Word to mother all the petty remarkin' is uncalled for, brother |
| You stutter, I bust up, better crawl for cover, what’s up? |
| Started with us, you know we all gon' suffer |
| I tear the roof off, these four walls gon' crush us |
| Bitin' my flow, I leave your jawbone puckered |
| Body baggin' your squad, better call Ghostbusters |
| And get in touch with the spirit, in vain they don’t fear it |
| We’ll see what’s up when they hear it |
| Readjusting they lyric |
| Yeah, Locksmith, yo |
| I really don’t give a fuck if you fuck with my lyricism |
| What’s your cynicism? |
| His religion is penning this penance, willing you in submission |
| Giving you his depiction of what I feel is an oversight |
| A host of nice, hunched over speaker speaking to poltergeist |
| Dead legends allegedly ledger me, leverage me |
| Rather be hardpressed for rest than upset |
| I never gave effort, see, they sketching me |
| They follow my Q senses, so swallow this two cents |
| If you sense a similar syllabus spinning us into a huge trench |
| They flinch at the very sight of me, scoping idly |
| I can be just as harsh as the hardest critics that heighten these |
| Pathetic rappers that’s blackfacin' 'cause that’s adjacent to |
| Cultural castration, ya label’s a plantation, a gas station |
| Filling your head with nonsense, nigga just follow the paw prints |
| Soon as I meet him in person, they telling me I’m tense |
| I could sense the bullshit before it exits |
| Every record’s a recollection of lyrical perfection |
| His religion is penning this penance, willing you in submission |
| Bust, bust up, bust up, better crawl for cover, what’s up? |
| Ill, ill, ill, ill nigga, I’m sick, this that deranged flow |
| Get to choppin', whippin', and preppin' |
| Something hot and delicious |
| Uh |
| Like a chick giving birth to twins, you too damn boring |
| I seen failure reverted and you ran towards it |
| I tried to refrain from the bull like a new sang chorus |
| But that’ll be fatal, it’s Saddam, it’s the who saying they want it? |
| Transition like a chick that woke up a new man this morning |
| I seen a nice thot and paid a food stamp for it |
| The Isoldiers an army, and you’re boot camp tourists |
| New rappers playing crazy, call 'em Suzanne Warren |
| Yeah I’m blacker than ever |
| The fact that my suit is just too damn orange |
| Nuns’ll get chucked like Bruce, that dudes like who’s man? |
| Norris |
| Rep the Snake and the Bat |
| , man, like |
| Bruce |
| and |
| You can’t ignore it like a thick bitch that’s cute and gorgeous |
| Picking my way in the industry, been a victim to a few slammed doors |
| Ironic my people are Strange even if you fans know it |
| The thing is I’m fantastic, meet the Human Torch |
| Your girl disappearedc when I said, |
| «I'm feeling you and forth» |
| I’m the resurrection of |
| Pun and Pac, Biggie and L |
| And how you king, get a city, when you snitch in the 12 |
| I’m too witty to fail, bitch you must be sniffin' the rail |
| No matter how fire the pussy, you ain’t gettin' Chanel |
| I go over your head like when your girl is lifting the veil |
| I get top from your bitch while I whip the Chevelle |
| Ay niggas cap, you never set a brick on the scale |
| My nigga got his own strain, just got a zip in the mail, yeah |
| Money coming, I deserve to my woes |
| The bully my nigga, determined to blow |
| If you give me shit, I’ma turn it to go |
| You niggas all talk, I done heard it before |
| The East of the A nigga, serving up dope |
| The bully, oh you never heard of the GOAT |
| This is the flow that murdered my foes |
| You sleep in a hole with the vermin below |
| Coat hangers for niggas, rip out your brain slow |
| I toured 52 states in a Durango |
| Might drive off of the chain, nigga Django |
| Ill nigga, I’m sick, this that deranged flow |
| Tear, tear the roof off, these four walls gon' crush us |
| Coat hangers for niggas, rip out your brain slow |
| Every record’s a recollection of lyrical perfection |
| Rep the Snake and the Bat, rep the Snake and the Bat |
| Yay! |