Busta Rhymes

Busta Rhymes

"Put your hands where my eyes can see"

Ah yeah, Flipmode
Here we come, bout to fuckin explode
Flipmode, Busta Bust
Nine-seven
Hot shit
Check it out

Hit you with no delayin so what you sayin yo
Silly with my nine milly what the deally yo
When I be on the mic yes I do my duty yo
Wild up in the club like we wylin the studio
You don't want to violate nigga really and truly-o
My main thug nigga named Julio he moodio
Type of nigga that'll slap you with the toolio
Bitch nigga scared to death ask fruity-o
Fuck that look at shorty she a little cutie-o
The way she shake it make me want to get all in the booty yo
Tap mistresses and bangin bitches in videos
Wild up in my freak like we up in the freak shows
Hit you with the shit make you feel it all in your toes
Hot shit got all you niggas in wet clothes
Stylin my metaphores when I formulate my flows
If you don't know you're fuckin with the real player pros (like that)

Chorus:
Do you really wanna party with me
Let me see just what you got for me
Put all your hands where my eyes could see
Straight buck wylin in the place to be

Do you really wanna party with me
Let me see just what you got for me
Put all your hands where my eyes could see
Straight buck wylin in the place to be

If you really wanna party with me, in God we trust
Yo its a must that you heard of us yo we murderous
A lot of niggas is wonderin and they curious
I'm makin my niggas deal with it so mysterious
Furious all of my niggaz is serious
Should niggaz be walkin around fearin us
Frontin nigga like you don't wanna be hearin us
Gotta listen to the radio be playin us
30 time a day shit'll make you delirious
Damagin everything all up in your areas
Yo its funny how all the chickens be always servin us
All up in between they ass where they wanna carry us
Hitcha gonnana hit em off with the illiest
Varias chickens they wanna marry us
Yo its Flipmode my nigga you know we bout to bust
Settle for your money the label preparin us
Bite the dust instead of you makin a fuss
Niggas know better cause there aint no comparin us
Mad at us niggas is never we fabulous
Hit my people off with the flow that be marvelous
Oh shit my whole clique victorious
Takin no prisoners niggaz is straight up warriors
While you feelin that I know you be feelin so glorious
Then I blitz and reminisce on my nigga Notorious


CHORUS
Do you really wanna party with me
let me see just what you got for me
put all your hands where my eyes can see
straight buck wylin in the place to be
If you really wanna party with me
let me see just what you got for me
put all your hands where my eyes can see
straight buck wylin in the place to be
If you really wanna party with me ...

...als ich mir die ersten Bilder von Busta Rhymes runtergeladen habe, war mein erster Gedanke: "Alter, so sieht ein wahre HipHop-Größe aus: Goldkettchen, dicke Muskeln und eine furchteinflößende Visage - meine Erwartungen sind 100% erfüllt worden...

Ansonsten gilt für mich: ...die Texte sind im Ggs. zum Rap (Übergänge sind auch hier fließend), nicht immer wirklich ernst zu nehmen...aber dafür teilweise humorvoll, cooler Sound, Sprachakrobatik pur, oft ein kleiner Schuss Selbstironie und fast immer tanzbar...

...und ich konnt´s einfach nicht lassen, das Klischee von HipHop-Kultur, zu bemühen: so sieht auch ein richtiges HipHip-Chick aus ;-)

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(thx to Booty Juicy, scheint ein echter Fan der BlackMusic zu sein...so, und jetzt hoffe ich, dass sie erst mal die letzte halbnackte Frau - mjam..mjam...lecker - auf meinem Blog ist, so was gehört wenn schon in meinen geheimen Blog und nicht auf meinem öffentlichen...so was ist doch ungehörig und geschmacklos...wo ist nur meine gute Erziehung hin...und der Himmel allein weiß, ob ich nicht mal meine eigene GoGo-Dance-Show aufmache ;-)