The Coming
Abandon Ship
Busta Rhymes
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[Verse 1: Rampage | Busta Rhymes | both]
I 8Off like the Assassin, now I'm blastin', I'm takin'✦ over✦ (Ha)
Stick you for your blue Range Rover✦ (Haa!)
I told ya, Rampage a real live soldier (Haa!)
Been in the game, since the age of thirteen
A microphone fiend so I'm gonna✦ see my P.O (P.O)
It's August✦ the 1st, so I guess I'm a Leo (Leo)
My P.O. (Ha!) look like Vanessa Del Rio
She pulled✦ my rap sheet, just like Neo Geo (Hahaha!)✦
I always✦ roam through the forest✦ (Ha!)
Just like a brontosaurus (Ha!), born in the month of May so my sign is Taurus✦
Kick you in your face like my fuckin'✦ name was Chuck Norris
Make you sing my chorus✦ (Ha)
Rock to the beat and then turn into✦ a walrus✦
You remain✦ nameless, my victory remains flawless
Actin'✦ like you wild, but I know you really✦ harmless
While your time is comin’,✦ I make the fat shit regardless
Many✦ niggas✦ wanna✦ know when the Ramp return✦
Yo, I'm gettin'✦ phone calls from that nigga✦ Howard Stern!
He wants to know (Ha) about✦ my Flipmode clique (Ha)
The way we get down and bust niggas✦ shit!
LP after✦ LP (Haa!), we make G's (Ha!)
I run up in your ganks then take you for your keys
I'm not lying or joking✦ (Ha), you get broken✦
Dead in Flatbush, back to Roanoke and
People always✦ askin'✦ me, "How your shit be sellin'?"✦ (Ha)
For makin'✦ shit guaranteed to bust your fuckin'✦ melon✦
Police✦ throwed me up on charges like I was a felon✦ (Ha)
There was no tellin'✦ when I would strike and had you swellin'✦ (Ha)
Cruisin' in my Lands (Ha), watch the police✦ how they be gellin'✦ (Gellin')✦
Lock you up for days and got a nigga✦ ass smellin'✦ (Yo, fuck that!)
You best believe there ain't no time for dwellin'✦ (Ha)
If you ain't makin'✦ noise, you need to kill the fuckin'✦ yellin'✦ (Yellin')✦
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
One, two, three, we gon' turn it out
And make you rock to the beat (Ugh!) and then scream and shout
But when we hit you with the shit we got here
We gonna✦ blow your mind (Blow your mind)
Yo, just keep it movin'✦ like this, keep it movin'✦ like that
If I die, I'ma✦ only✦ come back
Yo, I'm sayin’ if you think that you can step to me wrong
Don't even✦ waste your time (Waste your time)
[Post-Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Y'all niggas✦ talk shit and then abandon✦ ship
Niggas✦ talk shit, then they abandon✦ ship
Niggas✦ talk shit, then they abandon✦ ship
Niggas✦ talk shit, then they abandon✦ ship
[Verse 2: Rampage | Busta Rhymes]
Yo, yo, yo, I run up in your set like a New York City✦ **** (Haa)
I can't slip, I beat you down with my vice grip
You're lost, that means you way off course
No remorse, I'm gettin'✦ five in The Source
I be saddleback riding✦ motherfuckers like a horse
Turn and toss, niggas✦ all up in my applesauce
Watch me reinforce, my shit feel good like intercourse (Uh)
Ever✦ since I was a shorty✦ rockin'✦ Hugo✦ Boss
Ayo, Bus-a-Bus (What?), you just made my day (Ha)
If you didn't put me on I'd be locked✦ like O.J
Now I'm writin'✦ rhymes✦ hittin'✦ shorties every✦ day (Ha)
In the full runnin'✦ drinkin' ice Tanqueray
I don't eat pork, I take a fish fillet✦
Now I'm knockin' out niggas✦ from **** to ****, touché (Haa!)
Now I'm goin' back around the way (Ha)
I'm rippin'✦ shit like my name (Yo) was Marvin✦ Gaye
Now I'm back with more Bionic✦ like my name was Colt Seavers
Got you niggas✦ open✦ like a bunch of wide receivers
Time is on the meter✦ (Ha), go clean your act up in the cleaners (Ha)
Chickenhead, give me some of your chicken fajitas
Yo, I beg your pardon,✦ I write my rhymes✦ way past the margins✦ (Margins)✦
Squeeze the Charmin, peace to one million men marchin' (Yah)
When you talk shit you really✦ don't know what you startin'
Now your shit is done like a fuckin'✦ empty✦ milk carton✦ (Ha)
It's on for the nine-six, mad shows at the Ritz
Now we got you open✦ like Vicks (Ha)
Stickin' to your stomach like Quaker✦ Oat Grits
Fisherman hat with my brand new kicks (Ha)
On the low, I still rock my Girbauds (Ugh)
See the show, I got my nickel✦ plated✦ .44
All my rough niggas✦ open✦ the do'
'Cause Boy Scout brings the ruckus✦ and I'm still hardco'✦
Yo, when I walk streets you know my blade's✦ a little sharper
For Peter✦ Parker✦ I cross you like a magic✦ marker✦ (Ha)
Every✦ time I hit I always✦ hit a little harder✦ (Uh)
Blazing to the point where niggas✦ look a little darker✦
Catching suntans from my music,✦ fans understand
Making✦ fat shit, I always✦ love to lend a helping hand (Hah)
Organized rhyme unit✦ like the Poison✦ Clan
While your ride is busted✦ (Ha), I be your luxury✦ Sedan✦
Number✦ one nigga✦ in the chain of command (What?)
Breakin' fool in school like my nigga✦ Geechie Dan
Ayyyy-yo! I see intruders on my scan (Ha)
Singin'✦ at your funeral like Bobby✦ "Blue" Bland!
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
One, two, three, we gon' turn it out
And make you rock to the beat and then scream and shout
But when we hit you with the shit we got here
We gonna✦ blow your mind (Blow your mind)
Keep it movin'✦ like this, keep it movin'✦ like that
If I die (Hah), I'ma✦ only✦ come back
Yo, I'm sayin’ if you think that you can step to me wrong
Don't even✦ waste your time
(Waste your time, waste your time, waste your time, waste your time)
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