- Busta Rhymes Bad Dreams 歌詞
- Busta Rhymes
- Yo me and my niggas and my clique be getting mad cream
Balling the club, now
Im drunk having a bad dream
This mothafucker tried to greet me with wealth
I never knew that
I would see that day
That I would meet the devil himself
This nigga was eagerly waiting to prove it
Astonishingly, already dancing to his own burial music
Well, anyway, he plottin to do it to me
In a certain kind of way, and started off directly popping shit to me
While he spoke a couple of fires would spark
While he sat in the shadow talking his shit we watch the sky getting dark (He said)[Incomprehensible] where it hurts
Ill leave you in a [Incomprehensible]
Straight up leaking in the back of a church
Let a ghosting crib and haunt you like a ghost in your home
Leaving you old and crippet like them ruins in
RomeWatch your body shrivel up and turn your asses to smoke
Fuck your flesh, dont get yo blood sucked, the blood of ya foes
I be that nigga thatll torture your spouse
And leave a thousand body bags like truth.com in front of your house
Got me bugging on a whole notha level
Tell me how the fuck a nigga really end up having beef with the devil
Shit bomb the whole effect the nigga had on my dreaming
Body reacting mentally, going to war with the demon
Semi-chaotic like the typical storm
So embellished in the dream a nigga felt it in the physical form
The dream got my nose runny and shit
Eyes watery, shorty watching my body twitch funny and shit
Giving shorty sleeping with me the creeps
She bugging off how a nigga just sweating and breathing
So hard in his sleep
Determined to conquer this nigga so let it begin
Absolutely focused on killing the demon within
So now we fight in the name of my brethren and every blow connect
During the fight you can hear the thunder roll into heaven
Aint hell a deep breath of fresh air
The devils presence blows a cold draft
Leaving a scent of death in the air
While my mind was reassembling now
Simultaneous wifey watching a nigga body trembling now
Couldnt conquer me so now the devil wanted me dead
Stabbing a nigga with the same bone he ripped from his head
Yo its funny how the devilsll test us
But if fully select, niggas bless with something
Somell raggle with impressions
Til Im dead
Im always battling through
You cant believe you cut my main vein
That all my blood be traveling through
Somebody gotta die, settle the score
Because its me or this nigga
Im fighting to the death,
Im ready for war
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