Busta Rhymes - The Whole World Lookin' At Me lyrics

[Chorus 3x:] The whole world lookin' at me Watchin and waitin to see If I fullfill my destiny The whole world lookin' at me Uh, my interruption cause a major concussion Dome piece swollen son you need a cup of Bufferin Peep my post reduction, hey Follow my instruction Bounce back my repercussion Cause ma** destruction f** around strain ya til ya plan malfunction Sit cha a** down, hey Bouncin out ta Flushin Check extra P by the boom weed from a Russian I remember when I used ta rhyme for extra nothin I got so much ta offer every time I tell you somethin I'ma bout ta drop it, you could never stop it Let me quickly chop it Still a lot of n***as an*lyze before profits The rhyme at new gossip Hold your head and shoulders yo I roll with evil holders Dealin with the facts, I hold the silence in the folders Did you know how to knock it from concussion into comas Test sh**, I pull your valve from out your breast kid Mess with, sh** like this after God blessed it [Chorus 2x] The whole world lookin' at me Uh, I'm bout to cause chaos steady bustin ya bra's Which to witch craft, my chemistry what cha say os f** the bullsh** Livin in the zone of my renaissance My squad stay formin like the m**ms down in Dames Split ya f**in frame like we raisin splittin cigars I be workin wonders My squad formin numbers Christopher Columbus Discover how you speed out swellin like you cumbus My name be rollin thunders My degrees multiply the heat more this summer My flows got so much rhythm, substitute the drummer Yo f** that, focusin about the front runner Who you think you is You better stay protected Walkin out the door, makin sure you rock the double breast kid f**in with them devils, watch your soul get recollected Mutherf**en shame when you die disrespected Every b**h n***a in the world should be arrested Beat with many strikes until their train of thought is redirected The world has been corrected God has been elected The squad has come to rule us with the j**els manifested Extreme my thought process on every record Blow the spots to pieces bounce without a clue right through the exit [Chorus 5x] The whole world lookin' at me