Busta Rhymes, Leaders of the New School - We Home lyrics
[Busta Rhymes, Leaders of the New School - We Home lyrics]
Yo, see
Usually we musically go until it's cool to be
Using our soulfully bodies as
We abuse the beat
Move your feet and lose your seat happily
Not unusually
Leaders are atomically boomin'
Exploding stupidly
Brothers working out open arms
Rejoicing jubilantly
Every move I see y'all approve
It's all so cool to me
Now that I openly express my potency
I hope that you all stay acquainted
Like you supposed to be
Vocally I flows in each moment
To show I openly
Ready for the world to rejoice, peacefully
Hopefully
I'm normally known as the D-IN-C-O, only me
But different yet from the first
Time of even knowin' me
We grow in scene to grow in size
Fitting appropriately
What, you thought you wouldn't
Reshape and grow urgently?
Life's on the line, every minute in time
Certainly the next best thing than this
Money is our currency
Yeah, as Dinco D would say, "I see"
I hope y'all niggas see this shit, too
Skylines evoke fly rhymes to
Kick like a habit
Never quit, got saliva to spit
It's automatic
Emphatic, no static, love the fabric
Irresistible to all like they
All gotta have it
The outcome for suckers is worse than tragic
Gorgeous with the group
It don't get more graphic
As sharp as a knife, I'll take a stab at it
Whippin' the track, I'm terrific in traffic
In a class by myself just like Mr magic
Poetry performs to pop off at the pageant
LONS, yes, the flavor is erratic
Current like recent, it's all mathematic
Keeping it tight, it's a soulful tactic
Locked in a rubber room as if prophylactic
Craftin' and creatin' the new up in the attic
Reaching for the stars
Now you know that we're galactic
LONS, it's only been 19 years since we've
Been back in the studio together
Y'all shouldn't be scared
Y'all niggas should be frightened
See y'all niggas can hang
Your fucking plans up
Make you niggas stand up
Hands up (Hands up) , hands up (Hands up)
News clips, yes I give you new shit, you flip
Cruise ships, new whips
Sailing from the tropics
See we back from vacationin', take 'em in
Let 'em all decide while I break and bend
If you with me then come on
Never the one to front on, run on
Special Ed program in this bitch
Niggas getting they dumb on
Then we blacken the spots till they turn
The lights in the club on
I come to eat your food and get my grub on
Blood up on the dance floor
(Yup) , somebody got a cut
Beefin' in the club while niggas
Drink until they vomit up
VIPin' with a bunch of bitches
While we chop it up
Security pick 'em up, buss boy, you mop it up
Back to counting this money with my niggas
It's nothin' though
If you ain't know it, now you know
Okay, cool we gon' leave y'all to figure out
What y'all need to figure out but just know
Leaders of the New School is home
Usually we musically go until it's cool to be
Using our soulfully bodies as
We abuse the beat
Move your feet and lose your seat happily
Not unusually
Leaders are atomically boomin'
Exploding stupidly
Brothers working out open arms
Rejoicing jubilantly
Every move I see y'all approve
It's all so cool to me
Now that I openly express my potency
I hope that you all stay acquainted
Like you supposed to be
Vocally I flows in each moment
To show I openly
Ready for the world to rejoice, peacefully
Hopefully
I'm normally known as the D-IN-C-O, only me
But different yet from the first
Time of even knowin' me
We grow in scene to grow in size
Fitting appropriately
What, you thought you wouldn't
Reshape and grow urgently?
Life's on the line, every minute in time
Certainly the next best thing than this
Money is our currency
Yeah, as Dinco D would say, "I see"
I hope y'all niggas see this shit, too
Skylines evoke fly rhymes to
Kick like a habit
Never quit, got saliva to spit
It's automatic
Emphatic, no static, love the fabric
Irresistible to all like they
All gotta have it
The outcome for suckers is worse than tragic
Gorgeous with the group
It don't get more graphic
As sharp as a knife, I'll take a stab at it
Whippin' the track, I'm terrific in traffic
In a class by myself just like Mr magic
Poetry performs to pop off at the pageant
LONS, yes, the flavor is erratic
Current like recent, it's all mathematic
Keeping it tight, it's a soulful tactic
Locked in a rubber room as if prophylactic
Craftin' and creatin' the new up in the attic
Reaching for the stars
Now you know that we're galactic
LONS, it's only been 19 years since we've
Been back in the studio together
Y'all shouldn't be scared
Y'all niggas should be frightened
See y'all niggas can hang
Your fucking plans up
Make you niggas stand up
Hands up (Hands up) , hands up (Hands up)
News clips, yes I give you new shit, you flip
Cruise ships, new whips
Sailing from the tropics
See we back from vacationin', take 'em in
Let 'em all decide while I break and bend
If you with me then come on
Never the one to front on, run on
Special Ed program in this bitch
Niggas getting they dumb on
Then we blacken the spots till they turn
The lights in the club on
I come to eat your food and get my grub on
Blood up on the dance floor
(Yup) , somebody got a cut
Beefin' in the club while niggas
Drink until they vomit up
VIPin' with a bunch of bitches
While we chop it up
Security pick 'em up, buss boy, you mop it up
Back to counting this money with my niggas
It's nothin' though
If you ain't know it, now you know
Okay, cool we gon' leave y'all to figure out
What y'all need to figure out but just know
Leaders of the New School is home