Everything Remains Raw Lyrics
| Song | Everything Remains Raw |
| Artist | Busta Rhymes |
| Album | Turn It Up!:The Very Best Of |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Harvey, Smith | |
| Word up, let me just ****** with your mind, please | |
| Aiy! Aiyyo-yo-yo, yo! Let me ****** up your mind | |
| On time, showin, you the, rhythm | |
| as I get wreck and get raw | |
| Yeah I be the man, comin off, that be raw | |
| It's Busta Rhymes givin you much more | |
| So... | |
| Yo y'all (y'all) one more time I come | |
| Knucklehead flow that make you act REAL DUMB | |
| Yo (yo), I burn your food like Florence | |
| Run up in your crib like my name was search warrants | |
| Shut your mouth ****** don't you complain | |
| Fix you up, mix you with cut like pro-caines | |
| Ooh!! Insane to your brain | |
| Right on your subconscious, I leave my ************T stain | |
| I be the mostest with rhyme overdoses | |
| Hot stepping over ************t like Ini Kamoze's | |
| Sick lyrics like multiple sclerosis | |
| Focus, while I display flows ferocious | |
| Weak ******z just fall and keep tumbling | |
| Distribute lyrics like I'm hand to hand herb hustling | |
| Hardcore like Quick Draw McGraw | |
| ****** what you heard you ain't heard this before | |
| I make sure everything remains raw (4X) | |
| Yo, when I step in the place I leave damages | |
| Nuff bandages on ************ from miscarriages | |
| Yo, watch me bring the newest recipe | |
| ****** you up quick and condemn you all with leprosy | |
| Let me hit you with flows, that come various | |
| Hahh, send you home and make you lie bout your alias | |
| Ha-ha, ******z can't see my routine | |
| When I round up my Flipmode ******z and get cream | |
| Hey, you! You know what the ****** I mean | |
| Now I'm on the scene, stepping through like Mean Joe Green | |
| Now I'm making you feel the extreme | |
| Till I black you out then turn on my real high beam | |
| Oh ************t, now I got your brains fried | |
| Once you inhale smoke from my flow, CARBON MONOXIDE! | |
| Use your imagination, let me take you higher | |
| Rain hail snow earthquakes, Earth Wind & Fire | |
| Yo, hit the dirt, get on the floor | |
| I'm that outlaw ****** living right next door | |
| You should just roll out the red carpet | |
| All movin targets, I got you open like supermarkets | |
| (Word up, word up) Yo yo, there's only five years left | |
| While ******z is scared to death they breathe they last breath | |
| Days of my Life goes on, word is bond | |
| I make you feel my proton, neutron, and electron | |
| Yo, I be the number one icon | |
| Word to the holy Qu'ran, I rock on and on | |
| On and on, hey, on and on and on | |
| You won't understand when I form Voltron | |
| Hahahaha, everything remains raw | |
| * in background: I make sure everything remains raw * (7X) | |
| Word is bond, ******z don't really understand ************t | |
| ******z don't mother****** know y'all, hahah | |
| Flipmode is the mother****** Squad y'all, hahah | |
| I make sure everything remains raw, hahah | |
| Word is bond, ******z don't know the real ************t | |
| There's only five years left! Word is bond | |
| ******z don't know though | |
| There's only five years left! Hahah | |
| Remember that ******, all you, remember that | |
| There's only five years left! Hahaha |
| zuo ci : Harvey, Smith | |
| Word up, let me just with your mind, please | |
| Aiy! Aiyyoyoyo, yo! Let me up your mind | |
| On time, showin, you the, rhythm | |
| as I get wreck and get raw | |
| Yeah I be the man, comin off, that be raw | |
| It' s Busta Rhymes givin you much more | |
| So... | |
| Yo y' all y' all one more time I come | |
| Knucklehead flow that make you act REAL DUMB | |
| Yo yo, I burn your food like Florence | |
| Run up in your crib like my name was search warrants | |
| Shut your mouth don' t you complain | |
| Fix you up, mix you with cut like procaines | |
| Ooh!! Insane to your brain | |
| Right on your subconscious, I leave my T stain | |
| I be the mostest with rhyme overdoses | |
| Hot stepping over t like Ini Kamoze' s | |
| Sick lyrics like multiple sclerosis | |
| Focus, while I display flows ferocious | |
| Weak z just fall and keep tumbling | |
| Distribute lyrics like I' m hand to hand herb hustling | |
| Hardcore like Quick Draw McGraw | |
| what you heard you ain' t heard this before | |
| I make sure everything remains raw 4X | |
| Yo, when I step in the place I leave damages | |
| Nuff bandages on from miscarriages | |
| Yo, watch me bring the newest recipe | |
| you up quick and condemn you all with leprosy | |
| Let me hit you with flows, that come various | |
| Hahh, send you home and make you lie bout your alias | |
| Haha, z can' t see my routine | |
| When I round up my Flipmode z and get cream | |
| Hey, you! You know what the I mean | |
| Now I' m on the scene, stepping through like Mean Joe Green | |
| Now I' m making you feel the extreme | |
| Till I black you out then turn on my real high beam | |
| Oh t, now I got your brains fried | |
| Once you inhale smoke from my flow, CARBON MONOXIDE! | |
| Use your imagination, let me take you higher | |
| Rain hail snow earthquakes, Earth Wind Fire | |
| Yo, hit the dirt, get on the floor | |
| I' m that outlaw living right next door | |
| You should just roll out the red carpet | |
| All movin targets, I got you open like supermarkets | |
| Word up, word up Yo yo, there' s only five years left | |
| While z is scared to death they breathe they last breath | |
| Days of my Life goes on, word is bond | |
| I make you feel my proton, neutron, and electron | |
| Yo, I be the number one icon | |
| Word to the holy Qu' ran, I rock on and on | |
| On and on, hey, on and on and on | |
| You won' t understand when I form Voltron | |
| Hahahaha, everything remains raw | |
| in background: I make sure everything remains raw 7X | |
| Word is bond, z don' t really understand t | |
| z don' t mother know y' all, hahah | |
| Flipmode is the mother Squad y' all, hahah | |
| I make sure everything remains raw, hahah | |
| Word is bond, z don' t know the real t | |
| There' s only five years left! Word is bond | |
| z don' t know though | |
| There' s only five years left! Hahah | |
| Remember that , all you, remember that | |
| There' s only five years left! Hahaha |
| zuò cí : Harvey, Smith | |
| Word up, let me just with your mind, please | |
| Aiy! Aiyyoyoyo, yo! Let me up your mind | |
| On time, showin, you the, rhythm | |
| as I get wreck and get raw | |
| Yeah I be the man, comin off, that be raw | |
| It' s Busta Rhymes givin you much more | |
| So... | |
| Yo y' all y' all one more time I come | |
| Knucklehead flow that make you act REAL DUMB | |
| Yo yo, I burn your food like Florence | |
| Run up in your crib like my name was search warrants | |
| Shut your mouth don' t you complain | |
| Fix you up, mix you with cut like procaines | |
| Ooh!! Insane to your brain | |
| Right on your subconscious, I leave my T stain | |
| I be the mostest with rhyme overdoses | |
| Hot stepping over t like Ini Kamoze' s | |
| Sick lyrics like multiple sclerosis | |
| Focus, while I display flows ferocious | |
| Weak z just fall and keep tumbling | |
| Distribute lyrics like I' m hand to hand herb hustling | |
| Hardcore like Quick Draw McGraw | |
| what you heard you ain' t heard this before | |
| I make sure everything remains raw 4X | |
| Yo, when I step in the place I leave damages | |
| Nuff bandages on from miscarriages | |
| Yo, watch me bring the newest recipe | |
| you up quick and condemn you all with leprosy | |
| Let me hit you with flows, that come various | |
| Hahh, send you home and make you lie bout your alias | |
| Haha, z can' t see my routine | |
| When I round up my Flipmode z and get cream | |
| Hey, you! You know what the I mean | |
| Now I' m on the scene, stepping through like Mean Joe Green | |
| Now I' m making you feel the extreme | |
| Till I black you out then turn on my real high beam | |
| Oh t, now I got your brains fried | |
| Once you inhale smoke from my flow, CARBON MONOXIDE! | |
| Use your imagination, let me take you higher | |
| Rain hail snow earthquakes, Earth Wind Fire | |
| Yo, hit the dirt, get on the floor | |
| I' m that outlaw living right next door | |
| You should just roll out the red carpet | |
| All movin targets, I got you open like supermarkets | |
| Word up, word up Yo yo, there' s only five years left | |
| While z is scared to death they breathe they last breath | |
| Days of my Life goes on, word is bond | |
| I make you feel my proton, neutron, and electron | |
| Yo, I be the number one icon | |
| Word to the holy Qu' ran, I rock on and on | |
| On and on, hey, on and on and on | |
| You won' t understand when I form Voltron | |
| Hahahaha, everything remains raw | |
| in background: I make sure everything remains raw 7X | |
| Word is bond, z don' t really understand t | |
| z don' t mother know y' all, hahah | |
| Flipmode is the mother Squad y' all, hahah | |
| I make sure everything remains raw, hahah | |
| Word is bond, z don' t know the real t | |
| There' s only five years left! Word is bond | |
| z don' t know though | |
| There' s only five years left! Hahah | |
| Remember that , all you, remember that | |
| There' s only five years left! Hahaha |
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