1. I Am
What the fuck is going on?
Let me set it straight on the topics that I'm flowing on.
Like Chuck D, Public Enemy to the Nation.
Or call me Busta' Rhymes cause that's my occupation.
Hip Hop make your body rock
Slam raw rapsand rhythms that make you pop lock
Hip Hop on the non-stop
Take it up a notch and watch the beat drop
I am where I am
I'm only here cause I want to be
I am where I am
You don't give a damn cause you're a wanna be
Now, my rhymes are so phat they make biggie look Small
and if you ain't down with that then we bound to brawl
cause i got heart like De La Jolia
and if you still don't know then I'll show ya.
'Cause I'm a straight refugee like L-Boogie.
Never go limp but I do it for the nookie.
I got rhymes like Jennifer Lopez gots ass.
Slap the backboard like Shaq as i dunk off a pass
One two, one two here we go.
I'm a straight pimp like Lewinsky is a ho.
I could go psycho like Buscemi in Fargo.
And, like Chris Tucker, hydroponics keeps me high yo.
Hip Hop make your body rock
Slam raw rapsand rhythms that make you pop lock
Hip Hop on the non-stop
Take it up a notch and watch the beat drop
4. I'm Money
Cuz I'm a user, a shmoozer, a big dollar loser.
That doesn't matter cuz my friends call me a brusier and I . . .
get chicks, so many chicks want me (nope).
Cuz I'm not funny, honey. A big oafy dummy.
That doesn't matter cuz my friends say I'm money and I, get drunk, too many drinks want me (yeah).
Yo, get out the get out the way of the money man.
Ladies know I'm dope, so consider me contraband.
Fella's are just jealous, cuz they're ponies and I'm mustang.
Don't try to hang cuz I'm out with a big bang.
Get get down, all the ladies wanna be with me.
Get get down, all the fellas compete with me.
Get get down, and I know that I'm trippin, but I really don't care cuz this is how I'm livin'.
All the ladies wanna know me.
They ignore me-intimidated by me.
All the fellas, all the fellas wanna be me.
They ignore me-intimidated by me. [x2]
Who needs them anyway . . . cuz I'm money.
Cuz I'm a user shmoozer, a big dollar loser.
That doesn't matter cuz I drive a land cruiser.
And I, get chicks, too many chicks want me (psyche).
Cuz I'm not funny, honey, a big oafy dummy.
That doesn't matter cuz you know I play with money, and I, get drunk, too many drinks want me.
Got a time bomb, tick tick tickin' just like Anthrax.
Boyz wanna battle, so I bought me a battleaxe.
Climax, your girl screams my name when we have sex
(I should charge a sales tax, yeah).
Get get down, all the ladies wanna be with me.
Get get down, all the fellas compete with me.
Get get down, and I know that I'm trippin
But I really don't care cuz this is how I'm stickin'.
Everybody look at me!
I'm pimp ass money.
I know you wish, to get with this tonight.
Everybody look at me!
Flyer than Mr. T. I know you wish, to get with this tonight.
Well who needs them anyway? [x2]
cuz I'm money. Get get down . . .
I bring the static. Axl.
6. What's Going On?
Seems like everybody's got a problem
No one knows how
But, we all want to solve 'em
You could give a dime
Give a hand
Or give a shit
Or could look away and never deal with it
For example
This girl is pretty fly for a white gal
All the guys want her even though she's a juvenite
She's really kinda sad and just don't care
'Cause the only one she wants is her best friend Claire
What's going on?
What's going on?
Ready or not - NOT
The world moves on and on and on
Yo, what's going on?
There's nothing much to me
I'm simple like you are, ordinary
My tired eyes can see
That time may fly
And what's left is
Meant to be
I'm looking out
You're looking in
It's taken more then time
To erase the stain
And it's never been the same
Any city
A girl turns 17, goes to a party
She and he best friend are drinking bacardi
Ever since she walked through the door
All the guys have been scoping and flexing tryin' to score
But she's a good girl
So she won't have none of that
She takes another sip
But has no clue of the spike from the G to the H to the B
She wakes up in the morning
bruised and raped in the street
What's going on?
What's going on?
Ready or not - NOT
The world moves on and on and on
Yo, what's going on?
Your town
A kid that you know goes to school
He's really kinda shy and not that cool
He knows what it's like to look in from the outside
Inside, he just wants someone to confide
But everyone's busy and no one's got the time
He takes his dad's gun and says
This is how I'll shine
Boom, boom, boom
And the kids fall down
On the ground
Dumbfound (dumbfound)
What's going on?
What's going on?
Ready or not - NOT
The world moves on and on and on
Yo, what's going on?
8. The Hell That Is My Life
I. I look but never touch.
She says I drink too much.
I only care about myself, sex, and the couch.
You. You light up my whole day.
Whenever you're away.
I'd love to say I've got you figured out.
No way.
If I get my hands on you, I would make you do all the things I want you to.
And bend your will to mine, never hear you whine.
Everybody break out.
It's enough to shout, it's enough to shout.
It's enough, yeah it's enough.
She's callin', we're brawlin'.
This is the hell that is my life.
I'm laughing, she's crying.
This is the hell that is my, hell that is my life.
I. I feel the world revolves around me.
I take my one way street.
I only have one serious bone in my body.
You. You say you're not amused.
You love to hate me too.
You claim you wish you never got my name tattooed.
Now you got your hands on me.
And you can make me be, what you want me to be.
And slash away my will, still you're my only thrill.
Everybody break out.
It's enough to shout, it's enough to shout.
It's enough, yeah it's enough.
You. You say you're not amused.
You love to hate me too.
And now you tell your friends we're through . . . .
and never screwed.
I can take you so much more.
And you've got so much more in store.
So when you say your mom don't like me, I say that your momz a whore.
Then you call me selfish pig and something small turns into something big.
The more you shovel the more I dig.
The more you shovel and the more I dig.
She calls, we talk, I scream, she cries.
This is the hell that is my life.
She calls, we talk, I laugh, she tries.
This is the hell that is my.
9. E-Generation
Mix, mix, stop now move around [x2].
Steppin up to the mic.
Mic 1, mic 2.
Rollin' step out the bathroom stall we got pharmacudials and alcohol.
Watch smoke and the light bouncin' off the wall.
With the disco hall, disco ball.
Cuz the devil may care, but I'm not the devil so there.
(middle finger up in the air)
To the people that judge us by what we wear and stare, like we care.
We come to play! We come to play!
Spin the 4U, yo hey deejay.
We come to play! We come to play!
Kids of the U to the S to the A.
Mix, mix, stop now move around.
Mix, mix, stop now move around.
A sensation, aviation, deviation, e-generation. [x2]
Midnight time to head on out like a fetus.
Call up the crew and tell em where to meet us.
To another club, cuz that's where the weed is.
Papa smurf got us on the E-list.
So we jump in the ride.
Navigator chrome on the side (yo man, you good to drive?).
He said 'I don't think it's far'.
So we all went along, so we all went along.
I don't think it's far.
Cuz God may care, but I never met God anywhere.
(middle finger up in the air)
To the people that judge us by the color of our hair and stare, like we care.
10. Livin' Libido Loco
Enrique played in a band.
Down at the sand.
He hustled women and worked on his tan.
Drove an IROQ camero quadrophonic 8 track stereo.
He was a sharp dressin' suave.
Cultured and smooth ladies man.
Maria stared in the show.
It's all that she knows.
She loved Enrique and bilar and snow.
She knew her lover had others, but her heart was a desparate young soul.
She sold a night to a stranger while searching for her pot of gold.
We can dance to the rhythm, we can dace to the mornin' light.
On a sultury summer night.
The time is right for love.
Livin' libido loco days. [x2]
Arturo led a small gang.
A downtown thang.
He loved Maria the young bird who sang.
He bought her heart for a night, with some lines at the local disco.
She wore his love on her face, in the back of Arturo's limo.
Enrique was quite aware, of Maria's afair.
He vowed 'vengence Arturo I swear.'
He brought his blade to the fight, but they both suffered their final blow.
Now Maria's in mourning, as she's left to live life alone.
It's been twenty years past, since Maria's been last.
To the disco where she lost her soul.
She wipes a tear from her eye, and she still fights memories of ago.
As her new limo ride let's her in and asks 'how much, let's go.'