Lyrical Breakdown of Abandon Ship (DJ Scratch Remix) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how Busta Rhymes weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Abandon Ship (DJ Scratch Remix)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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What!?
Yo, 9-6 in the place
Aight, yo, yo, yo
One, two, three, we gon' turn it out
And make you rock to the beat and then scream and shout
'Cause when we hit you with the shit we got here
We gonna blow your mind (Blow your mind)
Keep it movin' like this, keep it movin' like that
If I die, I'ma only come back
Yo, I'm sayin' if you think that you can step to me wrong
Don't even waste your time (Waste your time)
One, two, three, we gon' turn it out
And make you rock to the beat and then scream and shout
'Cause when we hit you with the shit we got here
We gonna blow your mind (Blow your mind)
Yo, keep it movin' like this, keep it movin' like that
If I die, I'ma only come back
Yo, I'm sayin' if you think that you can step to me wrong
Don't even waste your time (Waste your time)
Niggas talk shit, then abandon ship
Niggas talk shit, then they abandon ship
Niggas talk shit, then they abandon ship
Niggas talk shit, then they abandon ship
I 8Off like the Assassin, now I'm blastin'
I'm takin' over (Ha), stick you for your blue Range Rover (Ha)
I told ya, Rampage a real live soldier (Ha)
Been in the game since the age of thirteen
A microphone fiend, so I'm gonna see my P.O. (P.O.)
It's August the 1st, so I guess I'm a Leo (Leo)
My P.O. look like Vanessa Del Rio (Rio)
She pulled my rap sheet just like Neo Geo (Hahaha, ha)
I always roam through the forest (Ha) just like a brontosaurus (Ha)
Born in the month of May, so my sign is Taurus
Kick you in your face like my fuckin' name was Chuck Norris
Make you sing my chorus (Ha)
Rock to the beat and then turn into a walrus
You remain nameless, my victory remains flawless
Actin' like you wild (Ha), but I know you really harmless
While your time is comin', I make the fat shit regardless
Many niggas wanna know when the Ramp return
Yo, I'm gettin' phone calls from that nigga Howard Stern
He wants to know about my Flipmode clique (Ha)
The way we get down and bust the gat
LP after LP (Ha), we make G's (Ha)
I run up in your ganks, then take you for your keys
I'm not lyin' (Ha) or jokin' (Ha), you get broken
Dead in Flatbush, back to Roanoke and
People always askin' me, "How your shit be sellin'?" (Ha)
From makin' shit guaranteed to bust your fuckin' melon
Police brought me up on charges like I was a felon (Ha)
There was no tellin' when I would strike and have you swellin'
Cruisin' in my Land (Ha), watch the
Police how they be gellin' (Gellin')
Lock you up for days and got a nigga ass smellin'
Yo, fuck that, you best believe there ain't no time for dwellin' (Ha)
If you ain't makin' noise, you need
To kill the fuckin' yellin' (Yellin')
One, two, three, we gon' turn it out
And make you rock to the beat (Uh) and then scream and shout
'Cause when we hit you with the shit we got here
We gonna blow your mind (Blow your mind)
Yo, just keep it movin' like this, keep it movin' like that
If I die, I'ma only come back
Yo, I'm sayin' if you think that you can step to me wrong
Don't even waste your time (Waste your time)
Y'all niggas talk shit and then abandon ship (Uh)
Niggas talk shit, then they abandon ship
Niggas talk shit, then they abandon ship
Niggas talk shit, then they abandon ship (Yo, yo)
Yo, I run up in your set like a New York City Crypt (Ha)
I can't slip, I beat you down with my vice grip
You're lost, that means you way off-course
No remorse, I'm gettin' five in The Source
I be saddleback riding motherfuckers like a horse
Turn and toss, niggas all up in my applesauce
Watch me reinforce, my shit feel good like intercourse (Uh)
Ever since I was a shorty rockin' Hugo Boss
Ayo, Bus-a-Bus (What?), you just made my day (Ha)
If you didn't put me on, I'd be locked like O.J.
Now I'm writin' rhymes, hittin' shorties every day (Ha)
In the 4Runner drinkin' iced Tanqueray
I don't eat pork, I take a fish fillet
Now I'm knockin' out niggas from Chicago to L.A. (Ha)
Touché, now I'm goin' back around the way (Ha)
I'm rippin' shit up like my name was Marvin Gaye
Yo, now I'm backwards, more bionic like my name was Colt Seavers (Ha)
Got you niggas open like a bunch of wide receivers
Time is on the meter (Uh), go clean your act up in the cleaners (Ha)
Chickenhead, give me some of your chicken fajitas
Yo, I beg your pardon, I write my rhymes way past the margin (Margin)
Peace to Charmin, peace to one million men marchin' (Yo)
When you talk shit, you really don't know what you startin'
Now your shit is done like a fuckin' empty milk carton (Ha)
It's on for the 9-6, mad shows at the Ritz
Now we got you open like Vicks (Ha)
Stick it to your stomach like Quaker Oat Grits
Fisherman hat with my brand new kicks (Ha)
On the low, I still rock my Girbaud (Uh)
See the show, I got my nickel-plated .44
All my rough niggas open the do'
'Cause Boy Scout brings the ruckus and I'm still hardcore
Yo, when I walk streets, you know my blade's a little sharper
Fuck Peter Parker, I cross you like a magic marker (Ha)
Every time I hit, I always hit a little harder (Uh)
Blazin' to the point where niggas look a little darker
Catchin' suntans from my music, fans understand
Makin' fat shit, I always love to lend a helpin' hand (Ha)
Organized rhyme unit like the Poison Clan
While your ride is busted, I be your luxury sedan
Number one nigga in the chain of command (Uh)
Breakin' fool in school like my nigga Geechie Dan
Ayo, I see intruders on my scan
Singin' at your funeral like Bobby "Blue" Bland
One, two, three, we gon' turn it out
And make you rock to the beat and then scream and shout
'Cause when we hit you with the shit we got here
We gonna blow your mind (Blow your mind)
Yo, keep it movin' like this, keep it movin' like that
If I die, I'ma only come back
Yo, I'm sayin' if you think that you can step to me wrong
Don't even waste your time (Waste your time)
Yo, yo, yo