[Busta Rhymes]
See now they ask when I’ma stomp on my dude
And when I’ma [bad word] it and pop it, and what I’ma drop on my dude
Inevitably, it's that I’ma be the most incredible dude
To ever spit on the record and put it together, my dude
And then they ask “What in the world is you proving?
What, when you already the best? And what the [bad word] is he doing?”
Well, I’ma be chopping and cutting and breaking and beating and shaking
And [bad word] everything up ’til there ain’t no further mistaking
And busting everything up like a [bad word] angry Jamaican
And shutting everything up, especially the ones who be hating
They loving everything until I got ‘em stuttering stupid
You hear ‘em now? “D-d-d-d-don’t do-do-do-do it!
P-P-P-Please? Wh-wh-wh-why you gotta t-try us?
W-w-w-w-we already know that you be the nicest!”
And now [bad word] and kill ‘em, get them, hit them, and finish them
And bang ‘em in the head and diminish them, and then I’ll
Hit ‘em again at a minimum, repeat [bad word] to killing 'em
Then he be gotta be drilling them, thinking “They gotta be feeling him!”
Spitting lithium, see the way a [bad word] be spilling them?
And getting them stupid to the point where there’s no forgiving him?
Hoping you’re listening and you’re paying attention
And you’re witnessing the way that I be christening the mic
And getting in the zone, I be flattening and packing in
People from the front to the back and
They got me actin’ a fool, I’m black and
 [bad word] now I’m home!