Lyrics Get Busy - Ubi, Ubi feat. King Iso, Jarren Benton, Locksmith

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!