Busta Rhymes – Blowing The Speakers (Audio, Lyrics)

Busta Rhymes is here for the fans with “Blowing The Speakers”. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Murda Beatz.

Busta Rhymes Blowing The Speakers

Busta Rhymes has earned the right to engage in a victory lap, following the release of his acclaimed new project Extinction Level Event 2: The Wrath Of God. Praised by many fans as a return to form for the hip-hop legend, the vast and versatile project featured an array of different styles and sonic directions. As a veteran of several different rap decades, Busta made sure to pay homage to his come-up in a variety of ways, but never once did the album feel archaic — in fact, its differences from the current production landscape was a breath of fresh air.

Today, Busta came through and delivered a Reloaded version of his new album, boasting three new songs and a revised home for Eminem duet “Calm Down.” Of the batch, “Blowing The Speakers” served as an immediate standout if only for the decidedly contemporary beat and energy. Over a spacey trap banger from Murda Beatz, Busta slides into an effortless bag as he showcases the adept ability to keep up with current tradition. There are even a few high-end fashion references to really tie the room together.

Busta Rhymes – Blowing The Speakers (prod. Murda Beatz)

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Murda on the beat so it’s not nice
Yeah (Yeah)
Adher

[Chorus]
Yeah, we turnin’ the heat up again (Yah)
We fuckin’ the beat up again (Yah)
We fuckin’ the street up again (Yee)
We blowin’ the speakers again (Yah)
In my ferragama, Ferragamo (Uh)
While they fear the God, I fear the problem (Uh)
Bitch, here we comin’ to win (Yeah)
Guess who came a long way from the bottom
Yeah, we turnin’ the heat up again (Uh)
We fuckin’ the beat up again (Yeah)
We fuckin’ the street up again (Yeah)
We blowin’ the speakers again (Woop)
In my ferragama, Ferragamo (Yeah)
While they fear the God, I fear the problem (Yeah)
Bitch, here we comin’ to win (Uh)
Guess who came a long way from the bottom (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
In a panorama Porsche (Ugh)
Color marinara sauce (Ugh)
Color soundin’ like I split an atom, put the body on a cross (Yeah)
Doin’ this shit like you can’t imagine
Even my bitches be whippin’ Phantoms
(Bitches be whippin’ Phantoms)
My bitches drink flat tummy tea ’til all they shit ain’t flatten (Yah)
See how we lettin’ it go (Damn)
Hannibal Lecter with flows (Damn)
Vary solago with hoes
Despite on the nigga she chose (Damn)
Gettin’ ported fabrics from Morocco (Yeah, yeah)
She with a Timmy in Alicano (Yeah, yeah)
Just to me mucho co-co mucho (Yeah, yeah)
Leadin’ the flockas, got to follow (Yeah)

[Chorus]
We turnin’ the heat up again (Yah)
We fuckin’ the beat up again (Yah)
We fuckin’ the street up again (Yee)
We blowin’ the speakers again (Yah)
In my ferragama, Ferragamo (Uh)
While they fear the God, I fear the problem (Uh)
Bitch, here we comin’ to win (Yeah)
Guess who came a long way from the bottom (Yeah)
Yeah, we turnin’ the heat up again (Yeah)
We fuckin’ the beat up again (Yeah)
We fuckin’ the street up again (Yeah)
We blowin’ the speakers again (Woop)
In my ferragama, Ferragamo (Yeah)
While they fear the God, I fear the problem (Yeah)
Bitch, here we comin’ to win (Uh)
Guess who came a long way from the bottom (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let take off my coat ’cause it’s hot in this bitch (Hot in this bitch)
I been gettin’ my dough, just talkin’ my shit (Talkin’ and lookin’)
‘Bout to fuck with these hoes, follow the whip (Follow, follow)
And they know exactly what to do, follow the script
I’m in the kitten, I’m countin’ the profit
While shittin’ on niggas, you never could stop it
Future Bugatti’s, you know I’ma cop it
The kill on these niggas, you know when I drop it
Niggas know already, niggas know the topic (Damn)
Jump up in this bitch and niggas know I got it (Damn)
It’s all about my blood they know it’s biologic (Yee)
Even molin’ the feats with streets and I give them the food so my niggas can eat
When I’m livin’ the truth, that’s always when I speak
Now go stand on the couch, now go stand on the seat
And I make all you niggas play this on repeat
Watch me lift up the buildin’ and I fuck up the beat
While I spend all this money, I want the receipt
When you niggas cool off I’ll be givin’ you heat
[?] fuck up the streets

[Chorus]
We turnin’ the heat up again (Yah)
We fuckin’ the beat up again (Yah)
We fuckin’ the street up again (Yee)
We blowin’ the speakers again (Yah)
In my ferragama, Ferragamo (Uh)
While they fear the God, I fear the problem (Uh)
Bitch, here we comin’ to win (Yeah)
Guess who came a long way from the bottom (Yeah)
Yeah, we turnin’ the heat up again (Yeah)
We fuckin’ the beat up again (Yeah)
We fuckin’ the street up again (Yeah)
We blowin’ the speakers again (Woop)
In my ferragama, Ferragamo (Yeah)
While they fear the God, I fear the problem (Yeah)
Bitch, here we comin’ to win (Uh)
Guess who came a long way from the bottom (Yeah)