Busta Rhymes

Busta Rhymes - Coming Off lyrics

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Yes it's coming back to me

 The B U S T A  HEY!! Yo when I MC I'm coming off
 Yes it's coming back to me
 (repeat 3X)

 The B U S T A  HEY!!

 Salute in sight/site  or get caught in the crossfire
 Crush and trip the circuits  my niggaz is haywire
 For sure corny nigga your time will soon expire
 Retire cause your name ain't no longer on the flyer
 You abuse your every blessing, go say another pray-er
 Still on the first floor, I take you a level higher
 Your Miss O'Hara a la sweater smear off your mascara
 Can't take the heat, switch to eyeline, yo call Sara
 Rhymes penetrate the flesh and effect the bone marrow
 Your dry spell flows sound like they stranded in de Sahara
 Smoke bombs, salute all my niggaz who smoke charms
 Let's take it to the garden or fields and smoke out the fat farms
 OD'ing on the beat like the needles up in my arm
 Then I whip your ass if you do not listen just like your moms
 When I count to five, by the time I open my palm
 I'ma fuck you up, like the United States got by Vietnam
 I go...

 Yo, everytime I MC I'm coming off
 Yes it's coming back to me

 The B-U-S-T-A, HEY!! Yo when I MC I'm coming off
 Yes it's coming back to me
 (repeat 3X)

 The B-U-S-T-A, HEY!!

 Rhyme flows cause damage on niggaz that's unforgiven
 Faggot must be getting dick in the ass yo, how ya livin?
 You must been driven two up your ass when you was in prison
 Up in the streets frontin like you hardcore, that's done forbidden
 Everytime I bomb this be predictions from Nostradamus
 Busta Rhymes to fan bombs on your head and that's a promise
 The one thing that seems to be funny yet never stated
 is that I been creatin shit niggaz think they originatin
 My displays make you feel like you need some x-rays
 My music make y'all celebrate like important holidays
 We got to break fool tactics and carry on with tradition
 Whippin in the Tahoe, and we wild in the Exhibition
 Wild bend your mindstate, smash your transmission
 With no permission, you crossed the line and catch a whippin
 Before I wash y'all niggaz down like liquid detergent
 Watch the flame before I overcook shit, and start the burnin
 So, watch me turn it on y'all niggaz that try to learn it
 Gotta work to earn it, can't come in without a permit
 So hot, the wicked shit soundin so official
 Little whistles sign with the blast of my SCUD missile
 Pass the peas international paper stackin G's
 Overseas please you drivin nothin, pass the keys
 Get subdued, watch me shoot dope, y'all know my attribute
 HUH, make y'all niggaz jump with no parachute, like

 Yo, everytime I MC I'm coming off
 Yes it's coming back to me

 The B-U-S-T-A, HEY!! Yo when I MC I'm coming off
 Yes it's coming back to me
 (repeat 3X)

 The B-U-S-T-A, HEY
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Copyrights:

Author: George Spivey, Trevor Smith (4)

Composer: ?

Publisher: Elektra Entertainment Group

Details:

Released in: 1997

Language: English

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