Spazzz (Explicit)

Lyrics by：Busta Rhymes

Composed by：Busta Rhymes

Produced by：J Dilla

Yo y-y-yo-yo-yo yo y-y-yo-yo-yo yo

"Let's start it off with ya man Dilla go"

You blundering fools that's wondering "Who's that?"

Bust' Rhymes reincarnating the boom-bap

Bitch

Powerful blow ya'll should probably move back

Take notes study my shit school a new jack

Look this what you do while I give you the new crack

Peep

How I bang 'em and throw another lil' stack

Bomb hard you know it's the God when I spit though

C.C. Sabathia how a nigga pitch blow

Pop like I'm holdin' a cannon let the bitch go

Can't box God what you holdin' up your fist fo'?

Fist fo'

Sharper than ever I be on my tip-toe

Probably think shit's a super-power how my wrists glow

Mutilate and completely devour niggas get low

While I'm wide-receiving that bread Ochocinco

Fightin' the beat like I was schizo

Comе through have you a seat enjoy thе best show

Y'all don't want me spaz my nigga not how you want it

Y'all don't want me spaz my nigga ain't how you want it

Y'all don't want me spaz my nigga ain't how you want it-want it

Y'all don't want me spaz my nigga ain't how you want it

Y'all don't want me spaz my nigga ain't how you want it

Y'all don't want me spaz

I bag big-ass bitches and rope 'em now niggas call me cow rustler

Any nigga frontin' and want it I'ma satisfy the customer

Who want it?

I got a half-price ass-whippin' for bussin' ya

Beat 'em and disassemble a nigga with a muffler

Do this shit for the hustler

While I'm sippin' I'm whippin' the gas-guzzler

V-12 racing down the Bruck-a-ner

I laugh at most of you niggas to the point they call me chuckl-er

I bring it for the hood and you know I black for the sufferer

I got a damn right spazzin' and actin' so obscene

Typecast when I black like Bokeem

Woodbine you wishin' ya could find shit that I stash

Shit that be makin' a nigga wan' clash

Bust ya' shit with a smash and did the dash and have 'em look for the chalk

I body shit then I'm leavin' the street to talk

Then I'm plantin' my pitchfork

And then I rep it connect it and then bruise

Niggas that study my next chess moves

You took a wrong turn on this avenue

Uh-huh

Y'all know that y'all ain't got a cage for this animal

Ah-hah

When I'm in the building niggas know how to act

Get it up get it up get it up up bang on' em

Act sick

C'mon

Backflip

C'mon

You know the God be back in the cockpit

C'mon

Money flippin' like we on the crack strip

C'mon

See we ain't playin'

Load the million we keep 'em prayin' watch me fuck it up again

Yo yo I hit 'em slow like a bag of the dro

A mack with the glow black in my clothes

All of a sudden they buzzin'–I'm what you never heard of

I'm everything that they wasn't let me expose it further

Future high-tech I di-tect and dissect niggas and ride jets

I switch 'em out and then I think about how my mind gets

Righteous

Then I use a cloud to wipe my ass while I'm flyin'–diapers

'Til I split multiple cells in the brain when I spit in ciphers

And I got the game locked more than categorized lifers

Better clarify your vision and clear the screen with your wipers

I'm nicer when I switch a lane like I'm whippin' a Viper

The type to wrestle up bread like I'm Rowdy Roddy Piper

You the type to kiss a bitch who give me head and want'a wife her

Hold up all of a sudden Hold up

There's no competing

But it amaze me the type of shit niggas dream when they be sleeping

Reluctantly I claim and charter the plane for the weekend

While I watch 'em wake up to unfathomable ass-beatings

Look look turn the lights off

I might wipe off the perspiration–my mic's off?

Well fuck it I'ma keep it goin' bitch 'til my track gone

Kev Brown do me a favor turn my mic back on

Jimmy crack corn just when you thought you laid the bomb down homie

You was dreamin' better calm down homie