Lyrics:
Word up, it's the Mos Def
With Da Bush Babees
And mad man Merc and the De La
Word up, bringing it to you the nine-six
It's all magic no tricks,
they roofs
Hurricane Katrina, we should've called it Hurricane (Georgia) Bush
Then they telling y'all lies on the news
The white people smiling like
they roofs
Hurricane Katrina, we should've called it Hurricane (Georgia) Bush
Then they telling y'all lies on the news
The white people smiling like
ignorant
Cause I be venting
I see it’s more
In living
Taking trips
Up out of the city
Some can’t afford
To witness
We turn up by saying it
Like yeah and what
godly, dreads look crazy
Niggas think I'm from Da Bush Babees, bars make 'em push daisies
Alpha, omega, problem and solution
Intro and conclusion,
they still feel us
It's real business, y'all ain't caught the concept (bitch)
You're talking nonsense to walking bomb threats
Contacts was blown by
ladies
BIG or Small, I put it in your Bush, Babees
MC's don't Breed cause we keep a 2Pac
G like Craig and in your ear like Mack
So don't be an Outkast,
the poor
And after all you can say you saw
Cypress Hill, stompin once more
I play it by ear, I love to steer
The fifty-seven Bel Air from here to there
hate the seminar
Ignorant flip, hey, miss, you must jet
Flex for the funkiest but start to bounce
Measure hip-hop for weight, by the ounce
Bush
hate the seminar
Ignorant flip, hey, miss, you must jet
Flex for the funkiest but start to bounce
Measure hip-hop for weight, by the ounce
Bush
Welp now the man is here
Y'all woke me out my hibernation
Heard I hit 10 some streams
Fuck I'm doing with that information
Ain't no time to celebrate it
on beats not around no bush look,
I won't talk to tough,
Bad one wanna roll wid us,
Bro said no cuh it takes up bud and I got no rizz gyal wan come fuck uh,
beat is now compelling me to explain in silence
Why my last jam was so violent
It's simple: BDP will teach reality
No beatin' around the bush
in silence
Why my last jam was so violent
It's simple: BDP will teach reality
No beatin' around the bush, straight up, just like The P Is Free
So
violent
It's simple: BDP will teach reality
No beatin' around the bush, straight up, just like The P Is Free
So now you know, a poet's job is never done
Sabali, kagni (uncovered with rhymes, it gets no realer)
Ni kera mogo
We born not knowing, are we born knowing all?
We growing wiser, are we just
Shit irv and jeff we beat'em to death, benzino in debt
It seems to just be no one left to bully
Bush is pussy, why the fuck you think his name is bush
who-who
Never been the type to bend or budge
The wrong button to push
No friend of Bush
I'm the centerpiece, you're a Maltese
I'm a pitbull off his
who-who
Never been the type to bend or budge
The wrong button to push
No friend of Bush
I'm the centerpiece, you're a Maltese
I'm a pitbull off his
beat is now compelling me to explain in silence
Why my last jam was so violent
It's simple: BDP will teach reality
No beatin' around the bush
on the continent, it's here, it's everywhere
And this is, if you will, a war, an all out assault by
The sly fox, Cyclops, we locked in the idiot box
The video slots
yeah
I get it everyday
I get by
I make it
Aint no ever complaining
Bout the things I went through
I made it
Came through
All I ever do
Is elevate
tribal
It's all about survival, it's nobody liable
I got caught by five oh
Grandmama came to court with her Bible
But when the judge hit the gavel
Now I'm
me in here, err that doebeats i'm too smart for them, them dumbs a fools, fools all of them fools, society bar
No er'yday dave would go out in
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