[Busta Rhymes] See now they ask when I’ma stomp on my dude And when I’ma cock 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 hell is he doing?” Well, I’ma be chopping and cutting and breaking and beating and shaking And fucking everything up ’til there ain’t no further mistaking And busting everything up like a fucking 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 I’ma come 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 it coming to killing 'em Then he be gotta be drilling them, thinking “They gotta be feeling him!” Spitting lithium, see the way a nigga 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 Nigga now I’m home!