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busta rhymes
Artist: busta rhymes
Song: fire
Album: Anarchy
Year: 2000
Busta Rhymes, 2000
We got the fire now
Come on

Hey, come on, hey whether it's from all of us
You best believe Busta rhymes more flavor than all the rest
From all the mess, hardcoreness from all the stress
Gotta get this flawless flow from off my chest
Whose impossible folding impossible flow
I ain't a thing in the world that ain't culpable so so
I make you anticipate great, type shape real live niggas appreciate
To the utmost I pack toast, keep the gat closed

Run niggas to the island I pack most
After the gun burst quench my blood thirst
We will be leavin' you much worse so one hearse
Yo, now we embellish fuck the jealous
And they mark on niggas now what you gon' tell us
Skydiver, short circuit just like a live wire
And give it the niggas because we got the fire

All my people in the place, just put your hands up in the air
And while we blow the spot and keep it hot, you got that fire
Jump, shake, bounce when we come to you turn you out
It's Flipmode Squad that keeps on right your rightest place
We got that fire

Rock until I'm gone 'till the party's over
And he start turnin' the lights on
Type of shit, right inside your whole crew be on
Be the bullshit, so keep movin' on, no, I ain't havin' it
Why you grabbin' it, my flow is immaculate
Passionate when it comes to the fire that you have to get
Then I tackle it and kill like we Jackal and Jaffolit
Rob niggas and give it to the church so they can raffle it

Now you can distinguish how Afro-English flowin' broke in English
Witness how we stay hot and how we keep us goslin'
Women flawsin' blow the spot often
What, niggas say, what you need to calculate
Re-evaluate the shit off so we retaliate, marinate
When I give the hustle and carry weight
And bust up niggas like you would have the Bleat Estate
It's the niggas like y'all I hits for only when it counts

Black on the set and make motherfuckers bounce
Connected the raw types of shit
To make your bitch bug and make niggas pull out cake
Hey I think it's whack yo, I stack dough and pack a rap show
And then let all of my niggas in the back door
And let the spot short circuit just like a live wire
And give it the niggas because we got the fire

All my people in the place, just put your hands up in the air
And while we blow the spot and keep it hot, you got that fire
Jump, shake, bounce when we come to you turn you out
It's Flipmode Squad that keeps on right your rightest place
We got that fire, fire
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