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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Busta Rhymes
Busta Rhymes
Performer
Meka
Meka
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Yancey
James Yancey
Songwriter
Trevor George Smith Jr.
Trevor George Smith Jr.
Songwriter
Trevor George Smith, Jr.
Trevor George Smith, Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dilla
Dilla
Producer
Darren Rapp
Darren Rapp
Engineer
Todd Fairall
Todd Fairall
Mixing Engineer
Patrick Gordon
Patrick Gordon
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

The surgeon general of the Flipmode squad Has determined that the sounds you about to hear Can be devestatin' to your ear, to your mind To your body, to your soul You better, pack up your bags, better get out of town 'Cause when the God come you know he gon' be puttin' it down Everything we do be blowin', better get on the ground It ain't safe no more, it ain't safe no more He keeps it wicked by creatin' the sound That make the people wanna spaz 'til they give him the crown Fuck around you'll turn up missin' just to never be found It ain't safe no more, it ain't safe no more Bodies'll turn up missin', I promise you need to listen Abolish the need for bitchin', I polish and shine and glisten Demolishin' while I'm whistlin', astonished while you're witnessin' Hardest to smash another artist son, regardless if it is A nigga who think he be the greatest son I'll lock him in the fridge And hang him from both of his ankles when we drop him from the bridge Blockin' your paper really stoppin' that dude from gettin' his Poppin' the safe and splurgin', havin' the crew up in the crib Block 'til these niggaz havin 'em rockin' gargle with a bib Shittin' and fartin', spittin' and vomitin' all in the crib Fallin' into shock from the bullets we shot up in they ribs Hot up the block and blew up the spot and got up out the mix Tried it a couple stops and spotted the squad up in they whips Plotted and then I signed on the dotted line and made a wish Return us even the hardest makin' you garbage niggaz sit The smartest now you a target only the heartless niggaz win Pack up your bags, better get out of town 'Cause when the God come you know he gon' be puttin' it down Everything we do be blowin', better get on the ground It ain't safe no more, it ain't safe no more He keeps it wicked by creatin' the sound That make the people wanna spaz 'til they give him the crown Fuck around you'll turn up missin' just to never be found It ain't safe no more, it ain't safe no more You can't believe can you, I'm callin' my dog Nathaniel And ballin' with all my mans you'll be blowin' and all will hand you Accordingly or disorderly bullets are sure to bang you Considerably my 9 milli hit with any angle Shootin', high, shootin', low, shootin' verticle or horizontal And if you were makin' plans I do think you gon' have to cancel Sorry, I had to ask you, save it I have to blast you Takin' a chance to laugh from you makin' the masses gas you So now you thinkin' that you tough and that we can't get at you Change up your mind and leave you stiffer than a massive statue Tired of talkin' need to use all your precautionary measures Washin' off the blood, haulin' the water force of steady weather You can handle it or you can't, it be only gettin' better Like a candle, we burn your sandals and make you feel the pressure Cockin' it back, articulatin' the flow just like a lecture Break it down and rebuildin' the flow, now peep the architecture Pack up your bags, better get out of town 'Cause when the God come you know he gon' be puttin' it down Everything we do be blowin', better get on the ground It ain't safe no more, it ain't safe no more He keeps it wicked by creatin' the sound That make the people wanna spaz 'til they give him the crown Fuck around you'll turn up missin' just to never be found It ain't safe no more, it ain't safe no more It ain't safe in the current state of our democracy Terrorism, motherfuckers bombin' New York, shit is crazy It ain't safe no more All these rappin' niggaz goin' at other rappin' niggaz heads Shit is crazy, but most importantly The most unsafe thing is that niggaz ain't seein', the God comin' Watch where you walk, uh
Writer(s): Trevor Smith, James Yancey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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