Get Busy - Ubi, Ubi feat. King Iso, Jarren Benton, Locksmith

Yo, yo, yo, yo

Lemme hip-hop in the kitchen

Get to choppin', whippin', and preppin'

Something hot and delicious

With pockets of imperfection

That’ll pop exquisite shit

Poppin' is ineffective, tryna slow the roll

But we don’t stop at your intersection

I’m a body in motion though

Time for your grand folly

Bro you gotta be joking

So methodical with my odyssey

The prodigy chosen, y’all modest

Soaking like a hippopotamus

Floating hard body, soft-spoken, hit me

The air’s thicken and stick

Nobody be coming to pick you up

When you slip in the city

Snip a 50, sip a fifth of Henny, sit with the hippies

Lotta MC I been seeing, they ain’t fit to get busy

Word to mother all the petty remarkin' is uncalled for, brother

You stutter, I bust up, better crawl for cover, what’s up?

Started with us, you know we all gon' suffer

I tear the roof off, these four walls gon' crush us

Bitin' my flow, I leave your jawbone puckered

Body baggin' your squad, better call Ghostbusters

And get in touch with the spirit, in vain they don’t fear it

We’ll see what’s up when they hear it

Readjusting they lyric

Yeah, Locksmith, yo

I really don’t give a fuck if you fuck with my lyricism

What’s your cynicism?

His religion is penning this penance, willing you in submission

Giving you his depiction of what I feel is an oversight

A host of nice, hunched over speaker speaking to poltergeist

Dead legends allegedly ledger me, leverage me

Rather be hardpressed for rest than upset

I never gave effort, see, they sketching me

They follow my Q senses, so swallow this two cents

If you sense a similar syllabus spinning us into a huge trench

They flinch at the very sight of me, scoping idly

I can be just as harsh as the hardest critics that heighten these

Pathetic rappers that’s blackfacin' 'cause that’s adjacent to

Cultural castration, ya label’s a plantation, a gas station

Filling your head with nonsense, nigga just follow the paw prints

Soon as I meet him in person, they telling me I’m tense

I could sense the bullshit before it exits

Every record’s a recollection of lyrical perfection

His religion is penning this penance, willing you in submission

Bust, bust up, bust up, better crawl for cover, what’s up?

Ill, ill, ill, ill nigga, I’m sick, this that deranged flow

Get to choppin', whippin', and preppin'

Something hot and delicious

Uh

Like a chick giving birth to twins, you too damn boring

I seen failure reverted and you ran towards it

I tried to refrain from the bull like a new sang chorus

But that’ll be fatal, it’s Saddam, it’s the who saying they want it?

Transition like a chick that woke up a new man this morning

I seen a nice thot and paid a food stamp for it

The Isoldiers an army, and you’re boot camp tourists

New rappers playing crazy, call 'em Suzanne Warren

Yeah I’m blacker than ever

The fact that my suit is just too damn orange

Nuns’ll get chucked like Bruce, that dudes like who’s man?

Norris

Rep the Snake and the Bat

, man, like

Bruce

and

You can’t ignore it like a thick bitch that’s cute and gorgeous

Picking my way in the industry, been a victim to a few slammed doors

Ironic my people are Strange even if you fans know it

The thing is I’m fantastic, meet the Human Torch

Your girl disappearedc when I said,

«I'm feeling you and forth»

I’m the resurrection of

Pun and Pac, Biggie and L

And how you king, get a city, when you snitch in the 12

I’m too witty to fail, bitch you must be sniffin' the rail

No matter how fire the pussy, you ain’t gettin' Chanel

I go over your head like when your girl is lifting the veil

I get top from your bitch while I whip the Chevelle

Ay niggas cap, you never set a brick on the scale

My nigga got his own strain, just got a zip in the mail, yeah

Money coming, I deserve to my woes

The bully my nigga, determined to blow

If you give me shit, I’ma turn it to go

You niggas all talk, I done heard it before

The East of the A nigga, serving up dope

The bully, oh you never heard of the GOAT

This is the flow that murdered my foes

You sleep in a hole with the vermin below

Coat hangers for niggas, rip out your brain slow

I toured 52 states in a Durango

Might drive off of the chain, nigga Django

Ill nigga, I’m sick, this that deranged flow

Tear, tear the roof off, these four walls gon' crush us

Coat hangers for niggas, rip out your brain slow

Every record’s a recollection of lyrical perfection

Rep the Snake and the Bat, rep the Snake and the Bat

Yay!