Busta Rhymes – Who Are You (Audio, Lyrics)

Busta Rhymes - Who Are You (prod. Jahlil Beats)

Busta Rhymes is back with “Who Are You” off his recent project. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Jahlil Beats.

Busta Rhymes Who Are You
Busta Rhymes Who Are You

Busta Rhymes recently laid it all on the line with the release of his ambitious and appropriately epic Extinction Level Event 2: The Wrath Of God, a project that prompted scores of his peers to step forward with flowers in hand. Coming equipped with no shortage of different styles, Busta opted to keep a few eclectic bonus cuts tucked away for the Reloaded version, which arrived a few days after the original’s release.

Boasting the Murda Beatz-produced “Blowing The Speakers” and a revisit of the Eminem duet “Calm Down,” ELE: Reloaded also came equipped with “Who Are You,” which finds Busta Rhymes embodying the spirit of the Dungeon Dragon once again. Off the bat, it’s evident that Busta is aiming for the jugular with his savage introductory bar “shit gets painful like a pregnant pussy with contractions.” From there, all hell breaks loose as the legendary emcee proves he can adapt to any production style. While it’s not quite as potent as some of ELE’s more intense highlights, it’s clear that Bus-a-Bus brought everything he had to these sessions, and Reloaded only solidifies the depth of his ammunition stores.

Busta Rhymes – Who Are You (prod. Jahlil Beats)

Lyrics

[Intro]
Everybody with the action ’til you hear this shit go
And a situation happened
Shit get painful like a pregnant pussy with contractions
Every bitch’ll get to scemin’ every nigga get to blackin’ (Ah)
Jahill Beats holla at me

[Verse 1]
You can rep it nigga, throw it up (Throw it up)
Or get to steppin’ ‘fore these bullets catch you showin’ out
Threw ’em to the lion, nigga, fold ’em up
Or get to throw in the fire, nigga, blow ’em up
How could you ever imagine I’ll still get two
And then flattin’ shit after all of these years and make these niggas sick of
My sniper, heat seeker, to find you out lackin’
Friendly reminder, see be could, kind of get colder than the winter shiver

[Chorus]
Shatter, eat that (Huh), got to give it to her, she need that (Ah)
Got ’em thirsty in the hood, they need crack
Rolls Royce Wraith, sweet nap (Turn up for ’em)

[Verse 2]
Shawty you could throw yo’ hand up, all on my nigga
That’s standard, mami, turn yo’ ass around and make him want it from ya’
You know I only come to bat if everything’ll make the man of concoctin’ another bomb, to come and drop it on ya’
Bitch, I’m a different kind, I’m suggestin’ that you stand on a different line (Different line)
Richard Millie, I’m livin’ in a different time
The fuck you think? I’m only here to take what’s mine (Mine)
Wave the banner on the drummer
We always ready to pose on the camera for ’em (Flick it up)
Say they love the way we be droppin’ them bangers on ’em
They here to fuck so we can cock them hammers on ’em

[Pre-Chorus]
Hold up, who’s you nigga?
You know what I’ma do to you nigga?
Let’s go

Like Nas said, I’m ’bout to half-time her (Mm-mm)
He said “I think I’m ’bout to flatline her”
We ’bout to flatline a nigga
I’m ’bout to flatline her (Uh huh)
We incarnate niggas, baptize ’em, now (Get ’em)

[Chorus]
Shatter, eat that (Huh), got to give it to her, she need that (Ah)
Got ’em thirsty in the hood, they need crack
Rolls Royce Wraith, sweet nap (Turn up for ’em)
Who’s you nigga?
You know what I’ma do to you nigga?
Let’s go (Ah)

[Verse 3]
Now throw it up nigga, rep your hood
You we always try to get it while the gettin’s good
Bitch, you wouldn’t of said it, well I wish you would
The energy is so kanetic, I know you wish you could
We tryna tell ’em, relax
We only be dealin’ with facts and see I be makin’ reactor niggas dead already (Kill him)
See I could never really tame ’em but I be tryna change ’em
Regardless I always claim ’em ’cause we blessed already (Huh)
Yeay, Don Dodda, with a holy por nigga, top shotta (Yac)
I’ma kick ya inna da face like mi them a playin’ socca
I’ll take all of ya bread like bi mon bacraba (Call it)
Now you see how we be movin’
See I don’t know what your provin’
Could give a fuck what your doin’ nigga, put your hand up
Fuck the type of drug your usin’, you nigga always been losin’
And the shit be so amusin’, lyin’ nigga stand up
See how we launch another missile, nigga
Shit could never more official, nigga
Flatline them artificial niggas
And brand them niggas all my initials, nigga
Bitch, we ’bout to bend the corner (Bend it)
Peel off in a ‘Rari ’til we cross the boarder (Pyoom)
I make shit happen ’til I need a water (Fire)
Only two questions ‘fore we make ’em follow orders

[Pre-Chorus]
Who’s you nigga?
You know what I’ma do to you nigga?
Let’s go

Like Nas said, I’m ’bout to half-time her (Mm-mm)
Instead of thinkin’ ’bout the flatline her”
We ’bout to flatline a nigga
I’m ’bout to flatline her (Uh huh)
We incarnate niggas, baptize ’em, now (Get ’em)

[Chorus]
Shatter, eat that (Huh), got to give it to her, she need that (Ah)
Got ’em thirsty in the hood, they need crack
Rolls Royce Wraith, sweet nap (Turn up for ’em)
Who’s you nigga?
You know what I’ma do to you nigga?
Let’s go

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