J Dilla - Psycho lyrics

[Produced by J Dilla] [Busta Rhymes:] Somebody about to be punished Rest in peace to my n***a Izzy Rest in peace to my n***a J Dilla Rest in peace to my n***a J Dilla Rest in peace to my n***a J Dilla Love Y'all n***as man Watch what i do when honoring y'all name Streets feel me! [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] I'm nice with the lead peel your edges like slices of bread Precise, become a poltergeist, stickin knives inside of your head What's the issue, on a roll, like a roll of toilet tissue(?) I continue to expose you n***as that's so superficial I script you your obituary then blow like a missile Once i blow the whistle, motherf** may the forces be with you Come with a style, im wildin', pile up my money so kosher Then call up the sofa f**in' b**hes in back of the rover Then bounce with the c**a, bag up b**hes outside of the Costa Rica area level, my features and carry my posters [pause] Unprecedented, i cemented, you changing your flow up While helping you grow up, n***as know you for sounding so tore up Challenging n***as, better hold on to your bannister n***as f** around i'll stuff your body parts into cannisters n***as Like you don't know the half, i'll bust your motherf**in a** Busta buss, ca**, and papoose is f**in psychopaths [Hook: Busta Rhymes] Making n***as Wanna Get Hype Yo I'm PSYCHO [x8] [Verse 2: Ca**idy] My n***a beside me with triggers and n***as get bodied I lock a strip and chop a brick like im Mr. Miyagi But this ain't karate, i been sick since i pissed in a potty I probably been proper since my papa put dick in my mommy I'm a cannon man Holdin' the hammer man For the loot n***as shoot n***as like a camera man Snappin' a picture, you get stuck like the back of a sticker I got bars like the factory manufacturing snickers And i do crimes for the bread like croutons With two nines i be layin' clowns down like futon's With the bullets in the rocket, my pocket's is full of cream I'm blowin' steam, keep the steel in my hands like wolverine [Busta: Congratulations on the -- Ca**. Welcome home n***a!] Poppin' the metal, you n***as is not on my level I'm locking the kettle man, i'm hot like a pot and a kettle On the mic i spaz, who get as hype as ca** And my n***a busta, we some muthaf**ing psychopath's [Hook: Busta Rhymes] Making n***as Wanna Get Hype Yo I'm PSYCHO [x8] [Verse 3: Papoose] I'm an iceberg trapped in a fire i won't melt I'm a fetus that survived an abortion, i won't be k**ed I'm the heart of Brooklyn, New York, I'm Bedstuy I'm a christian woman's hand on the bible i won't lie I'm the code of silence in the Gotti crew I'm an empty mag right after a shootout, i just bodied you Got something sup? shotgun pump, shot at you Like kamakaze through, your baby mom's feel the wop co*k back Cause she was sittin' on my lap I stay with the oowop strap I put your baby daddy in a body bag When i squeeze and let the wop clap I Baghdad(Bag That) like Iraq [Papoose: Hold up lemme put my gun down. Busta Rhymes: Ayo i know they trying to figure out what you got going on Pap] This is my era, you n***as is losers I'm the new era(error) like a mistake on your computer Got the infrared dot, bustin' you gullible s**ers too Put a dot on your a** like www [Chorus:] Making n***as Wanna Get Hype Yo I'm PSYCHO [x8]