Lyrics Get Busy - Ubi , Locksmith , Jarren Benton
Yo,
yo,
yo,
yo
Lemme
hip-hop
in
the
kitchen
Get
to
choppin',
whippin',
and
preppin'
Something
hot
and
delicious
With
pockets
of
imperfection
That'll
pop
exquisite
shit
Poppin'
is
ineffective,
tryna
slow
the
roll
But
we
don't
stop
at
your
intersection
I'm
a
body
in
motion
though
Time
for
your
grand
folly
Bro
you
gotta
be
joking
So
methodical
with
my
odyssey
The
prodigy
chosen,
y'all
modest
Soaking
like
a
hippopotamus
Floating
hard
body,
soft-spoken,
hit
me
The
air's
thicken
and
stick
Nobody
be
coming
to
pick
you
up
When
you
slip
in
the
city
Snip
a
50,
sip
a
fifth
of
Henny,
sit
with
the
hippies
Lotta
MC
I
been
seeing,
they
ain't
fit
to
get
busy
Word
to
mother
all
the
petty
remarkin'
is
uncalled
for,
brother
You
stutter,
I
bust
up,
better
crawl
for
cover,
what's
up?
Started
with
us,
you
know
we
all
gon'
suffer
I
tear
the
roof
off,
these
four
walls
gon'
crush
us
Bitin'
my
flow,
I
leave
your
jawbone
puckered
Body
baggin'
your
squad,
better
call
Ghostbusters
And
get
in
touch
with
the
spirit,
in
vain
they
don't
fear
it
We'll
see
what's
up
when
they
hear
it
Readjusting
they
lyric
Yeah,
Locksmith,
yo
I
really
don't
give
a
fuck
if
you
fuck
with
my
lyricism
What's
your
cynicism?
His
religion
is
penning
this
penance,
willing
you
in
submission
Giving
you
his
depiction
of
what
I
feel
is
an
oversight
A
host
of
nice,
hunched
over
speaker
speaking
to
poltergeist
Dead
legends
allegedly
ledger
me,
leverage
me
Rather
be
hardpressed
for
rest
than
upset
I
never
gave
effort,
see,
they
sketching
me
They
follow
my
Q
senses,
so
swallow
this
two
cents
If
you
sense
a
similar
syllabus
spinning
us
into
a
huge
trench
They
flinch
at
the
very
sight
of
me,
scoping
idly
I
can
be
just
as
harsh
as
the
hardest
critics
that
heighten
these
Pathetic
rappers
that's
blackfacin'
'cause
that's
adjacent
to
Cultural
castration,
ya
label's
a
plantation,
a
gas
station
Filling
your
head
with
nonsense,
nigga
just
follow
the
paw
prints
Soon
as
I
meet
him
in
person,
they
telling
me
I'm
tense
I
could
sense
the
bullshit
before
it
exits
Every
record's
a
recollection
of
lyrical
perfection
His
religion
is
penning
this
penance,
willing
you
in
submission
Bust,
bust
up,
bust
up,
better
crawl
for
cover,
what's
up?
Ill,
ill,
ill,
ill
nigga,
I'm
sick,
this
that
deranged
flow
Get
to
choppin',
whippin',
and
preppin'
Something
hot
and
delicious
Uh
Like
a
chick
giving
birth
to
twins,
you
too
damn
boring
I
seen
failure
reverted
and
you
ran
towards
it
I
tried
to
refrain
from
the
bull
like
a
new
sang
chorus
But
that'll
be
fatal,
it's
Saddam,
it's
the
who
saying
they
want
it?
Transition
like
a
chick
that
woke
up
a
new
man
this
morning
I
seen
a
nice
thot
and
paid
a
food
stamp
for
it
The
Isoldiers
an
army,
and
you're
boot
camp
tourists
New
rappers
playing
crazy,
call
'em
Suzanne
Warren
Yeah
I'm
blacker
than
ever
The
fact
that
my
suit
is
just
too
damn
orange
Nuns'll
get
chucked
like
Bruce,
that
dudes
like
who's
man?
Norris
Rep
the
Snake
and
the
Bat,
man,
like
Bruce
and
You
can't
ignore
it
like
a
thick
bitch
that's
cute
and
gorgeous
Picking
my
way
in
the
industry,
been
a
victim
to
a
few
slammed
doors
Ironic
my
people
are
Strange
even
if
you
fans
know
it
The
thing
is
I'm
fantastic,
meet
the
Human
Torch
Your
girl
disappearedc
when
I
said,
"I'm
feeling
you
and
forth"
I'm
the
resurrection
of
Pun
and
Pac,
Biggie
and
L
And
how
you
king,
get
a
city,
when
you
snitch
in
the
12
I'm
too
witty
to
fail,
bitch
you
must
be
sniffin'
the
rail
No
matter
how
fire
the
pussy,
you
ain't
gettin'
Chanel
I
go
over
your
head
like
when
your
girl
is
lifting
the
veil
I
get
top
from
your
bitch
while
I
whip
the
Chevelle
Ay
niggas
cap,
you
never
set
a
brick
on
the
scale
My
nigga
got
his
own
strain,
just
got
a
zip
in
the
mail,
yeah
Money
coming,
I
deserve
to
my
woes
The
bully
my
nigga,
determined
to
blow
If
you
give
me
shit,
I'ma
turn
it
to
go
You
niggas
all
talk,
I
done
heard
it
before
The
East
of
the
A
nigga,
serving
up
dope
The
bully,
oh
you
never
heard
of
the
GOAT
This
is
the
flow
that
murdered
my
foes
You
sleep
in
a
hole
with
the
vermin
below
Coat
hangers
for
niggas,
rip
out
your
brain
slow
I
toured
52
states
in
a
Durango
Might
drive
off
of
the
chain,
nigga
Django
Ill
nigga,
I'm
sick,
this
that
deranged
flow
Tear,
tear
the
roof
off,
these
four
walls
gon'
crush
us
Coat
hangers
for
niggas,
rip
out
your
brain
slow
Every
record's
a
recollection
of
lyrical
perfection
Rep
the
Snake
and
the
Bat,
rep
the
Snake
and
the
Bat
Yay!
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