Busted - Living Legends

You busted

You busted

Shame on you

(?) RAW!

(I had seen you… what you was doin'… you nasty BITCH!)

Boo I know what you did last summer

Hooked up that fool in his dark grey Hummer

Y’all was on a Sunset Strip you was just so quick

Didn’t think nobody knew but I knew it yep

You’d be on the under with your dirt extra work with your secret

See secretly aligned with the underground’s elitest

So I held a little survey asked about her foreplay

Five out of six homies knew about the whoring

We all touring these freaks keep on orbiting

Absorbing performing artists in the darkness

Alluring and polished play innocent and honest (no)

But the (novest?) professional erotic (band-aids?)

My band played many a hot night

The type where the drawls just fall off the top right

Fools go new crews roll

Whose next get sex but whose crew told

BUSTED…

Talkin' about here… I was talkin' to her too…

Talkin' about she was…

She got on the Hiero bus last time they was out here…

Now if I ever had a reason to continue with the smoke

The stress relief you best believe of when the topic roll

I rock and roll across the plains a tumbling tumbleweed

With dirt up in my veins I heard my name

And now the game it’s in effect I move my piece

This bitch here is mine

A rare pure design designated for my sign

Resignating in your mind

But when they moving from behind they take my shine

But I strike back like empires with highed standards

To root to loot to mate but it’s a sin

To fuck around with ten different dicks in the same family of men

Here come the comedy again don’t you know?

Mouse be talking bout you when you gone

Claim your personality just a pawn before the dawn has risen

Women come to talk and get the aharrrrrg

Chokin' on your spit actually chokin' on my spit

I release on an amplified device

Now that I’ve been layed-off I’m on the prowl so watch your ass (*whispered*)

Man, same old story…

She over there talkin' about she cool with Rhymesayers and Def Jux…

She tryin to tell me her cousin is talkin' to Aceyalone…

Where y’all folks been gone when the snowblower’s been

Lost in the wind having customers for friends

Spend a lotta time selling

While them other niggas dwellin on their rap careers never hittin'

He didn’t want that he rather be selling the dope sack

He’d never had no time to come out to write a rap

As long as them fiends kept spendin' 50's 100's

More cash give him more ass

A little dough maybe and you’ll drop the price baby

Yes maybe not cause your boy was getting hot

They said the police watch him

Now the street’s talking about

The majority of his fans got Aesop Rock in the walkman

Living a thug’s life

With too much love for the white girls

Control over his world in the night

Trying to find the best price

At the expense of the music and they moving in the rap rights

Rap tight within the money

And temptations fight for his soul in a night flight…

And you know that ain’t right… yep

Didn’t know what the fuck he was doing (?)…

Not makin no new songs…

Life’s hard tryin to pay rent…

CD’s wasn’t sellin next thing you know you’re on the streets…

Friends, you know, somebody’s got the price

Next thing you know you tight, you in, you can’t get out…