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Yo I rearrange your wholesome change
Complicate your vision and make the world look strange
Try to remain calm but yet you still feel perspiration
Drip from the top of your lip losing concentration
Don’t you try to front like we got some type affiliation
Bought yourself a piece you shit to try and avoid the confrontation
Fear me it’s in your bloodstream feel the circulation
Permenantly trife and affecting life like ammunisation
Oh shit, I’ve got you feeling nervous on purpose (Ha!)
I love bring that shit right at you - door to door service
Instantaneous, you will still get your shit bust (Bust)
Only spontaneous, all that shit talk is miscellaneous
You be rolling shady we gonn’ establish all the shadyist
Yet all of my black peoples be the most craziest
Numerals of funerals every day
When I take a closer look of all my niggas around my way (Ha!)
Ha, yeah, I love to dig from deep within
Making your head spin

Hot Fudge coming on in good lord
Hot Fudge coming on in good lord
Hot Fudge coming on in good lord
Hot Fudge…

Da Da Do Dee Da Do Da De Do Da Da Ohh Ohh Ohh
Do Da Do Dee Da Do Da De Do Da Da Oww Oww Oww

Aeiyo, you look like my man, y’all look similiar
Alibis that niggas trying use like we familiar
Fuck that! You really need to check your criteria

Violating the world, annihilate your whole area
Been in this too long to allow niggas to try to take mine
23 years deep and I still exist as BUSTA RHYMES!
Aeiyo, I’m in this to win this, gets down to handle my buisiness
While I be Busta Rhymes you still be whoever your name is
In my past life the world felt my mega blast
Now in my present life I’ma still bust your fucking ass
Yo, it’s been predicted, ever since I was a child
Getting addicted to candy bars I was still wicked
Drop jewels on many fools while my niggas pack tools
In ‘89 when we signed this Leaders Of The New School
Four, lyrical Schwarzeneggers rolling like commanders
Wrecking shit, hit after hit, while we set the standards
Back then came leaders of the ‘New it was like a dream come true
You could scream on the mic and do what you gotta do
In the meantime I show improved and stick my lagoon theory
Scream at the top of my lungs until you fuckers hear me
Yo, I love to dig from deep within
Making your head spin

Hot Fudge coming on in good lord
Hot Fudge coming on in good lord
Hot Fudge coming on in good lord
Hot Fudge coming

Da Da Do Dee Da Do Da De Do Da Da Ohh Ohh Ohh
Do Da Do Dee Da Do Da De Do Da Da Oww Oww Oww
Da Da Do Dee Da Do Da Ohh Ohh Ohh
Do Da Do Dee Da Do Da Oww Oww Oww

Numerals of funerals everyday (repeat 12X)

[Erick Sermon]
And you don’t quit
Yeah pioneers one time (one time two times)
Yeah Erick Sermon boy

[Parrish Smith]
Yeah we rap where you at? (mic check)
“Check this out!”
Aiyyo who wanna step up and get their cranium cracked
From my man +Louis+ from the +Ville+ Slugger baseball bat
Cock back gats cause rugged apparel’s where it’s at
So stand back we flash a nine before the jack and squeeze triggers
Blazin at one-hit wonder niggaz like Smoothe Da Hustler
I still sneak over and fuck your babysitter
No quitter, microphone’s my transmitter
Which clocks figures, in return, the track’s the _Gold Digger_

[Erick Sermon]
Huh me? I buy ice for no one
Rap shogun, so I bought myself a gun
Yeah Dunn, ain’t the one to be steppin to son
I agree with Slick Rick, you cats is crumbs
My squad gets Dumb and Jim Carrey you ought the buildin
Messin around with God’s children
I take action, like film crews
You against me, face to face, you’ll lose!

Chorus: Erick Sermon, Parrish Smith (repeat 2X)

[E] Here comes two big pioneers, Rolex watches
Cars by the pairs, in stock we got shares
EPMD.. “That’s right!”
[P] Legendary, hardcore b-boy is the pedigree

[Erick Sermon]
P and I don’t stop, we don’t quit, who’s seein em?
On tracks, we Ruff Ryde like D and them
Then case the joint, like an agent, that’s secret
Cats hate, so we on point frequent
E keep it decent, had to smack a dude recent
Right down the block, from the precinct
See you a punk, that talk too lenient
When I speak to a motherfucker, I MEAN IT!

[Parrish Smith]
So Open Sesame, and let down the main gate
But before you scream EPMD, you should wait
Cause we roll with a posse, from Strong Long to Canarsie
QBC, Boogie Down Bronx, back to Marcy
Pass that kiko, I drop a verse that sound slick yo
And your chick know, P’s hungry, like the hippoes
Suck on no nipples, but duck cats, quick to stick you
Like a pin-up, workin out, and doin chin-ups

Chorus

[Erick Sermon]
Huh, aiyyo my style flows, say it liquidates
It’s best when it hits the beat and catch the breaks
Two time felon, fuck around with me
And my man pussycat and catch two to the melon!

[Parrish Smith]
Then I be like, “Yep yep,” just like Teddy, +Raw+ like Eddie
Sweaty, when I hold shit down and bake like Betty
And when I want things to move, I blink like +Bewitched+
To handle shit in the dark, red lights, with the laser hit

Chorus

Yeah ahh yeah
Back in the days (3X)
Back in the days (2X)

Back in the days of eighty three
Breakdancin at the crib with my man Dupri
When the Saturday nights was LIVE in the West
When honies were fly the flavor was good but
On the burnt side was where it took place
On the cheap sound system without no bass
Coolin with my man DayDay the DJ Machete
I want a record deal but I knew I wasn’t ready
But back then I still had more fun
I even rode around my guy the rookie named Michael Jordan
Long before Tag Team and 95 South
Real Planet Rock shit used to funk the house
But the schoolyard Crips and PPD’s were too rowdy
Some of them started rollin to the ?dotua? parties
My dance group called the Frat Boys was winnin
The parties was live cause General Lee was spinnin
When the summer came I was off to the Ridge
With my pen and my pad, I met new kids
Marty Mar, a.k.a. the Big Mo
Big Ben, Af Rock, yo we stole the show
Makin tapes all the time, it’s like I couldn’t quit
But when I listen to em now I’ll admit
That it wasn’t alla that in fact we was wack
But every now and then, huh, I wanna go back

Back in the days
I wanna go back in the days (4X)
I wanna go back (2X)

Spring eighty-seven, down with the four man crew
Kool Kat, Disco, and my man Steve Blue
No record deal, but I was still rhymin
Big Mo hooked me with a kid named Diamond D
Not the one from the East he went to school in Arizona
Said he liked the way I rocked the microphone-a
We knew our, producer, but he was a flake

That lived in the projects, said we had to wait
Sittin in the car for hours at a time, buckin bullets down
But that’s how bad I wanted to rhyme
Back when the hip-hop shit always had the airplay
The best station in nation which was KDAY
I got serious about my flow
Hooked up with a brother that they call Domino
And Diamond quit and left the twelve, over at my crib
I hooked it up to my cassette player, tell you what I did
I would pause mix breaks, whatever it would take
I only had three records couldn’t dig in any crates
And there was times when I wanted to stop flowin but my
Best friend and lover Ajay, yo, she said to keep goin
When all we had to eat was cup of noodles in the six pack
Cause I went and spent all my ducats on the six track
On the real, no food in the fridge
But when I won the rap contest at Northridge
Everybody flipped, yo we didn’t know how to act
Daaam, I wanna go back

I wanna go back
I wanna go back in the days (6X)

Bill Duke, a well known deep brother
Hooked me with the soundtrack on Deep Cover
That’s how I met Belial, from the Bronx
He had more beats that house niggaz got conks
Showed me all kind of beat makin tricks
Just like Machete showed me how to pause mix
And I was married to the shit like a husband to a wife
But when I tried to rhyme up at the Good Life
Yo I got dissed I couldn’t buy no respect
But in two years I came back to catch wreck
On the set and jet, cause that’s how it had to be
And my man Tragedy became amazed at me
So he put me inside, the Cadillac
The chaffeur drove off, and now I can’t go back
Hahaha, back in the days

I wanna go back in the days (6X)
I wanna go back (4X)