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[Intro: Motion Man (talking)]
Hey, yo, when this first started off it was just Linkin Park
And then in the middle came Motion Man
And at the end of it all, it was Kutmasta Kurt with a remix

[Verse 1: Mike Shinoda]
One thing, I don’t know why
It doesn’t even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind
I designed this rhyme when I was obsessed with time
All I know, time was just slipping away
And I watched it count down to the end of the day
Watched it watch me and the words that I say
The echo of the clock rhythm in my veins
I know that I didn’t look out below
When I watched the time go right out the window
Trying to grab hold, trying not to watch
I wasted it all on the hands of the clock
But in the end, no matter what I pretend
The journey is more important than the end or the start
And what it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time
When I tried so hard

[Chorus: Chester Bennington]
I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter

[Verse 2: Motion Man]
Ay, yo, one thing, I don’t know why
It doesn’t even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind, I designed this rhyme to explain in due time
All I know, hah, I so-socialize
Like the host of the party
I spoke, shake, and made eye contact
Partied and toast strong, all night
Northeast, Southwest coast
I’m staring out the window
No opportunity to men though
I tried to sew it up, you weaken your system into disorder
I brought you back into things
Like the imaginary man of your dreams
You’d always seem to make it worth it
I pig-skin, I never nerf it
You felt leather, never pleather, real bringing the pleasure
By any means, it means I’m leaving your team
Hell of a team man it seems but I tried so hard

[Chorus: Chester Bennington]
I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter

[Bridge: Kutmasta Kurt (scratching)]
Linkin Park
Remix
Mo-Mo-Motion Man
Linkin Park
In the end
Kutmasta Kurt
Linkin Park
Remix
Mo-Mo-Motion Man
Linkin Park
In the end
Kutmasta Kurt
Remix

[Verse 3: Mike Shinoda]
One thing, I don’t know how
It doesn’t even matter when you look at it now
‘Cause when I designed this rhyme
I was scared of it all, scared to fall, and hadn’t even tried to crawl
But I was forced to run, with you mocking me
Stopping me, backstabbing me constantly
Remembering all the times you fought with me
Watch the clock now chock full of hypocrisy
But now your mouth wishes it could inhale
Every single little thing you said to make things fail
Every single word you sputtered just to get your piece
But it really doesn’t matter to me
‘Cause from the start to the end, no matter what I pretend
The journey is more important than the end or the start
And what it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when I tried so hard

[Chorus: Chester Bennington]
I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter

[Outro: Kutmasta Kurt (scratching until fade)]
In the end

[Intro]
Maxo, Bussdown
Maxo, Bussdown
Set it up
Break it down
Wrap it up
Wear it up
Bust it down
Open up
Vacuum seal

[Chorus]
Trappin’ in the vaco it’s a bussdown (that what we do)
Got it in her whole name, she’s a bussdown (she a)
We don’t even serve here, we just bust down (uh uh)
Got my shooters on the roof, gon’ make them bussdown
Trap out the bag, that’s a bussdown
Run through the grass like a touchdown
Plain Jane with it, no bussdown
Try and take my chain, I’ma bussdown
Bussdown (set it up)
Bussdown (break it down)
Bussdown (wrap it up)
Bussdown (wear it up)
Thirty rounds (bust it down)
Fifty rounds (open up)
Hundred rounds (vacuum seal)
Gun ’em down

[Verse 1]
Stay ten toes I’m down (ten toes)
Jenny Craig with them pounds (get ’em off)
Diamonds dance like Chris Brown (Chris Breezy)
Look at my water, don’t drown (Fiji)
Neck wet like baptized (church)
MJ with the 4-5 (fadeaway)
Trap house strapped, no bugee (say what?)
Wrappin’ up a pack like a mummy (uh huh)
Two for the [?], serve junkies (trap)
Serve purp’ fake to a dummy (rookie)
Got a lot of young crash dummies (uh huh)
[?] rap with your tummy
Trap out the vaco apartment
I move the dope in abundance (bussdown)
Bussdown the quarters and onions
I split the pot like circumference

[Chorus]
Trappin’ in the vaco it’s a bussdown (that what we do)
Got it in her whole name, she’s a bussdown (she a)
We don’t even serve here, we just bussdown (uh uh)
Got my shooters on the roof, gon’ make them bussdown
Trap out the bag, that’s a bussdown
Run through the grass like a touchdown
Plain Jane with it, no bussdown
Try and take my chain, I’ma bussdown
Bussdown (set it up)
Bussdown (break it down)
Bussdown (wrap it up)
Bussdown (wear it up)
Thirty rounds (bust it down)
Fifty rounds (open up)
Hundred rounds (vacuum seal)
Gun ’em down

[Verse 2]
[?]
Trust my decoratin’ (what else?)
Joysticks like PlayStation
Sellin’ gas like station (unleaded)
Can’t keep my clients waitin’ (woah)
My patients impatient (wo-woah)
Karo marinated (remix)
Pounds in the basement ([?])
Chickens in the den
Pigeons in the kitchen
Quarter birds in hand
Clip holds three times ten
Hurricane chopper [?]
Guns got [?] like shanaynay
Servin’ them clucks, no rooster (ay)
Throwin’ them ‘bows like Luda’ (woah)
Chop Backwoods like timber (ay)
I mow the grass like a gardener (uh huh)
I pass the gas like I farted (excuse me)
Handicap Crippin’ retarded (retarded)
My shooter he dumb, he retarded (Cuh-rip)
Cold with the tommy like Martin (uh huh)
Break it down
Pick it up
Set it up
Bring it back

[Chorus]
Trappin’ in the vaco it’s a bussdown (that what we do)
Got it in her whole name, she’s a bussdown (she a)
We don’t even serve here, we just bust down (uh uh)
Got my shooters on the roof, gon’ make them bussdown
Trap out the bag, that’s a bussdown
Run through the grass like a touchdown
Plain Jane with it, no bussdown
Try and take my chain, I’ma bussdown
Bussdown (set it up)
Bussdown (break it down)
Bussdown (wrap it up)
Bussdown (wear it up)
Thirty rounds (bust it down)
Fifty rounds (open up)
Hundred rounds (vacuum seal)
Gun ’em down

[Intro]
Oh my god, Ronny
Ayy

[Chorus]
I’m on a whole ‘nother level
I’m on a whole ‘nother level (yeah, yeah)
I’m on a whole ‘nother level
I’m on a whole ‘nother level (ooh)
They try to copy my speed
They try to copy the spot
Drippin’, drippin’ like a faucet (grrrrr)
Drop, Gucci on my wrist
Yeah, bad bitch on my wrist
Drop, skinny dippin’ with your bitch
Damn i’m chokin’ on my trix

[Verse 1: Ronny J]
That’s why I buy what I want
That’s why I stay where I want
Now I count racks for the fuck of it
N*ggas hatin’, that’s a bummer
I’ma skirt off
I got that bitch [?]
I got yo’ bitch, she a trip
I got yo’ bitch, she gon’ go (uh, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Bust her for sure
Uh, uh, uh
My life too lit, lit, I need a TV show (yah, yah)
Bitches they come and go like the money
But the money come first
Bitches they come and go like the money
But the money come first

[Chorus]
I’m on a whole ‘nother level
I’m on a whole ‘nother level (yeah, yeah)
I’m on a whole ‘nother level
I’m on a whole ‘nother level (ooh)
They try to copy my speed
They try to copy the spot
Drippin’, drippin’ like a faucet (grrrrr)
Drop, Gucci on my wrist
Yeah, bad bitch on my wrist
Drop, skinny dippin’ with your bitch
Damn i’m chokin’ on my trix

[Verse 2: Lil Pump]
Ooh, Lil Pump
I might go fuck up your re-up, ooh
Smokin’ that loud, Wiz Khalifa, damn
Pull up, I shoot that two-seater, ooh
I might go fuck up your beamer, huh
And I’m still tryna fuck Trina
I’m whippin’ a brick like I’m hurricane Katrina
I splash on that bitch like my name Aquafina, huh
Ooh, damn, huh, Lil Pump
I might pull up in a foreign
I ain’t fuck that bitch ’cause that bitch head is borin’
Shoot you in the three like my name Michael Jordan
Bitch, don’t call my phone ’cause a nigga recordin’
My wrist lookin’ crazy, it look like Ebola
My bitch hella thick ’cause she from North Dakota
I just bought a Audi, I just bought a Rover
Lil Pump

[Chorus]
I’m on a whole ‘nother level
I’m on a whole ‘nother level (yeah, yeah)
I’m on a whole ‘nother level
I’m on a whole ‘nother level (ooh)
They try to copy my speed
They try to copy the spot
Drippin’, drippin’ like a faucet (grrrrr)
Drop, Gucci on my wrist
Yeah, bad bitch on my wrist
Drop, skinny dippin’ with your bitch
Damn i’m chokin’ on my trix

[Intro]
Motherfuckers want to kill me but ain’t got the heart
So I picked the mic back up for this walk in the park
And I don’t want credit for this, this ain’t nothin’
I just answerin’ a nigga that kept pressin’ my buttons
Uncle Murda, what’s all the games about?
Nigga, keep my fucking name out your brown-ass mouth
Clark Kent, your man about to hold this L
So roll some weed I got a story to tell, listen

[Verse]
Couple years ago I’m up in AC
I get a call from Clark Kent and he don’t ever call me
Talkin’ ‘bout he heard your version of my song
He told you, you was bitin’ and you knew that you was wrong
But not for nothing you was tryin to make it better
And trying to reach out to see if we can do it together
I’m like, “Clark, nigga you must be faded
Why the fuck would I collab on some shit that I created? Y’all jaded
If you don’t get the fuck off my phone
And tell that old faced-ass nigga to leave me alone
Get gone. Clark, you know I ain’t that dude
And yeah I fell back on rap but don’t get it confused.”
Shit lit my fuse, you wouldn’t call Hov
And tell him 21 Savage want to do "22 Two’s"
Nigga, would you? The fuck wrong with y’all?
Bitin’ niggas, I could never get along with y’all
A song? Naw, straight curvin’ niggas
I wouldn’t even take a picture with Uncle Murda, nigga
And then you started makin’ ‘em takin’ your little shots
But I ain’t never hear ‘em, they only play ‘em up top
You not worthy, you’re just dirty and thirsty
You make them every year, they never get past Jersey
Nigga stop it, you got Brooklyn lookin’ crazy
Matter-fact, you got Brooklyn lookin’ lazy
I got cases in Virginia, bodies in D.C
You got to think B.I.G. if you wanna come for me
And I’m still VA, and I’m still that nigga
Still M-A-D, where your skills at nigga?
I heard you got popped and you ain’t peel that nigga
Whoever told you to change your name, you should kill that nigga
Lenny Grant, I can’t leave that alone
That shit read like it on the side of a funeral home
Ladies and gents, this nigga gettin’ washed and rinsed
Now if you a junior then that name makes sense
Respect to your dad, that’s the least I can do
Actually, umm, naw, fuck him too
Now how a Stan going to come for the man?
Don’t hide your hand, you wanted to be a wrap-up fan
I ain’t Tweetin’, I ain’t leavin’ the ‘Gram
I’m Pusha Ting, remindin’ these niggas who the fuck I am, damn
Reminding you on who the fuck you are
You a comedian, we don’t come to you for bars
We straight, on top of that you fake
Nigga, you signed to G-Unit ten years too late
And what I’m ‘bout to say might piss New York off
But you one of the reasons that New York soft
A worker who could never be a New York boss
Smack that dirty fitted off your head, New York lost
Nigga, dead-ass son, I’m not the one
I heard back in your past you used to bust your gun
I give a fuck, nigga, I don’t care, have a seat, here’s a chair
No love over here, yeah, this the future
Now who the fuck get shot and make a tape called respect the shooter, huh
You a adlibber but that’s all you do
I can name 20 Brooklyn rappers more relevant than you
So stop fuckin’ with us, I go with Kane, B.I.G. and Jay, but that’s obvious
Buckshot, Tek and Steele, Rock and Ruck
Mos Def, Kweli, Masta Ace, Fabolous
Foxy, umm, Lil Kim and Cease
Skyzoo, Torae, oh Joell Ortiz
I’m with Joey BADA$$, ask AZ
M.O.P. would have told you you shouldn’t fuck with me
You sendin’ DMs like a thirty chick
And got mad when I asked your dirty-ass, “Who this?”
And you can guntalk all day, that’s yours
But you ain’t seein’ me with these goddamn bars
You’ll never say you took me
Before that happens, Young M.A. will give you some pussy
Nigga, you kept pushin’ so I had to play
But this type of shit happens everyday
And when you see me, you know what I’ma say
I was spreadin’ love, it’s the Virginia way, nigga

[Verse 1]
The coup came with a masseuse (Why you say that?)
That mean a masseuse massage me (yeah)
The bitch on IG with you (where she at now?)
With me now [?]
In the club i’m scraping the booth (VIP)
My glock on defense, it guard me
Pass the sprite imma pour me a deuce (activate)
25 for a pint, what they charge me
Speaking in the streets man I’m deep in (deep in)
I told my bitch she can’t be friends
That pussy a house go to sleep in
Dripping that sauce like i’m leaking
When she want it she demand it
She a lil savage like Randy (Randy)
You might get shot if I panic
I do my trick then I vanish (gone)
All of that 12 talking, it don’t move me
I’m over my head, my dawg, my Scooby
She text me here big head like i’m Stewie
I told her go fuck me good for some Louis
He got in that water Titanic (What happened?)
Left his ass slumped like [?]
I come and Debo some shit like i’m shook
You say you riding, that’s understood
I left some real niggas in the hood
I bring a mob with me if I could
How did this ever come to child support
What makes you think I don’t fuck with my lil boy
I can’t believe it like Ripleys
I’m getting molested by triplets
If you ain’t straight, keep your distance
Can’t stand the rain like Missy (Elliot)

[Hook]
I’m juiced up (juiced up what’s that?)
Ocean Spray (Ocean Spray)
I poured up
Might drink some more today
I’m hiding now, might float away if I was outside now
We live now
Sitting courtside with my sideline now (side bitch winning)
Them hitters might pull up and wet you up
Pluggg (what’s that?)
Ocean Spray
Don’t give a fuck where you catch em at
He got to go today (he got to go today)
Let’s ride now
Let’s load shit up and let’s slide now
Can’t hide now
About to pull up bussing that five now

[Verse 2]
I’m the one who keep the skreet button
Cheat code I got the easy button
These niggas left when they thought I was struggling
These bitches love me cuz they know I’m thugging (for sure)
She said she cry every night by my [?]
Tell her thank you I don’t appreciate it
I just want to burn your head, yeah and cremate you baby
I don’t want your relay
[?] told me they was plotting on me
Want to see me fall like the new year ball
Got to move like the president
And then second thought, I won’t move at all (What you doing?)
I’m smoking backwoods
Counting off backends so far I counted off 120
You talking all this shit, you ain’t about nun of this
I want all smoke 420
Ain’t no more [?] on my wave
I got the juice Ocean Spray
I put the dick in her face
I cannot save her like Mase
The bag getting bigger and bigger
No more time for these bitch ass niggas
Broke ass rappers and fake ass killers
No more sleeping on me, give me that pillow

[Hook]
I’m juiced up (juiced up what’s that?)
Ocean Spray (Ocean Spray)
I poured up
Might drink some more today
I’m hiding now, might float away if I was outside now
We live now
Sitting courtside with my sideline now (side bitch winning)
Them hitters might pull up and wet you up
Pluggg (what’s that?)
Ocean Spray
Don’t give a fuck where you catch em at
He got to go today (he got to go today)
Let’s ride now
Let’s load shit up and let’s slide now
Can’t hide now
About to pull up bussing that five now