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Busta Rhymes

Trevor Tahiem Smith, Jr., (born May 20, 1972), better known by his stage name Busta Rhymes, is an American rapper, producer and actor. Chuck D of Public Enemy gave him the alias Busta Rhymes after NFL wide receiver George "Buster" Rhymes. Early in his career, he was known for his wild style and fashion, and today is best known for his intricate rapping technique, which involves rapping at a fast rate with lots of internal rhyme and half rhyme, and to date has received eleven Grammy nominations for his musical work. About.com included him on its list of the 50 Greatest MCs of Our Time (1987–2007), while Steve Huey of Allmusic called him one of the best and most prolific rappers of the '90s. In 2012, The Source placed him on their list of the Top 50 Lyricists o… more »

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2003

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Yeah, Obie Trice, real name no gimmicks
I came in the game, profane no image
I came in the game with a name
I was given from a mayn who ain't give a f*ck about his children
I proclaim the name though, never in vain no
Watch the change grow 
A young nigga who done gained from fame, copped the Range Ro' 
Now they want my brains on the main road
But they don't understand what I came for
How I came forth with a million sold
Who say you can't grow from mildew and mold
Gettin' money like Ross Perot
I'm often told, a coffin's the routes I go
O, that's the road you on, oh no
I'm down for the rightful tone of fo' fo'
Don't ever try to send a nigga home, no no
I know you want to catch me at Sunoco
Show me that you're loco, put holes in my photo
Nope! Hope!, hold toast, no jokes, send slugs through your Polo
Just cause our thug roll solo
Impose on grown folk, be a cold negro
Below, your grieved up people
Believe that the boy see no evil

[Chorus]
Ohh! I had you yellin' out when I bag the 30/30 Rifle
Ohh! Too late for niggaz to get religious and start readin' they Bible
Ohh! See you get down like other niggaz repeatin' the dirty cycle
Ohh! See you should make peace instead of makin' me become a psycho

I visualized it, O. Trice at twenty five survived it
Bright but violent, invite the violence
Fist fight a fireman, be a tyrant
'Til these niggaz nights is silent
O. Trice from a trife environment
He 'Roc's the Mic' no sight of retirin'
Maybe when the bank account's like Leviathan then
I'm in position to hire other clients then
Meanwhile I'm a virus like Iverson
A nigga crossover, Europeans admirin'
And the soldier's retirin', I ain't buyin'
Motherfuckers actin like you denyin' them
Who tryin' a nigga, who use buyers
I figure your crew tired, my trigger introduces violence
Dudes through sirens, you in hospital, orange juice and vitamins

[Chorus]

A derelict who inherited hustle
My heritage married the street struggle
Like a couple of a great unk's ago (yeah)
So this blood streams through my nuts
Seems like I wasn't in touch 
When the teacher's ass spoke (nope) 
Naw I was just a preacher in oath
Sit on the bleachers and flip coke
The only reachin' got through my dome
Niggaz yaffle so the gat'll be chrome
Pulled the winnin' raffle so I scramble with a track and the foams (woo)
F*ck a act and a clone, this is actual happening's that's factual back in my home
This is rap, but I ain't rappin so you clap in the zone
Think you're trapped in the act, for the sake of performin' (nigga)
This is your warnin', run up on the wrong 
And your tissue is burning a hundred degrees warm 
O. Treezy's gone, my nigga Bust bring the hook back here for 'em
C'mon

[Chorus]

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