Blowing The Speakers
Busta Rhymes Lyrics


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Yeah (yeah), Murda On The Beat so it's not nice
Yeah (yeah)
And yeah (and yeah)
Yeah

We turnin' the heat up again (yeah)
We fuckin' the beat up again (yeah)
We fuckin' the street up again (yee)
We blowin' the speakers again (yeah)
In my Ferragana-Ferragamo (uh)
While they fear the god, I fear the problem (uh)
Bitch, we be comin' to win (yeah)
Yes, we came a long way from the bottom
We turnin' the heat up again (uh)
We fuckin' the beat up again (yeah)
We fuckin' the street up again (yeah)
We blowin' the speakers again (woop)
In my Ferragana-Ferragamo (yeah)
While they fear the god, I fear the problem (yeah)
Bitch, we be comin' to win (uh)
Yes, we came a long way from the bottom (yeah)

In a Panamera Porsche (ugh)
Color marinara sauce (ugh)
Color soundin' like I split a atom, put the body on a cross (yeah)
Doin' this shit like you can't imagine
Even my bitches be whippin' Phantoms (bitches be whippin' phantoms)
My bitches drink flat tummy tea 'til all they shit all flatten (yah)
See how we lettin' it go? (Damn)
Hannibal Lecter with flows (damn)
Very selective with hoes
Despite I'm the nigga she chose (damn)
Get imported fabrics from morocco (yeah, yeah)
Ship with a ten million dollar condo (yeah, yeah)
Just to call me Macho co-Camacho (yeah, yeah)
Leadin' the flacas, they gotta follow (yeah)

We turnin' the heat up again (yeah)
We fuckin' the beat up again (yeah)
We fuckin' the street up again (yee)
We blowin' the speakers again (yeah)
In my Ferragana-Ferragamo (uh)
While they fear the god, I fear the problem (uh)
Bitch, we be comin' to win (yeah)
Yes, we came a long way from the bottom
We turnin' the heat up again (uh)
We fuckin' the beat up again (yeah)
We fuckin' the street up again (yeah)
We blowin' the speakers again (woop)
In my Ferragana-Ferragamo (uh)
While they fear the god, I fear the problem (yeah)
Bitch, we be comin' to win (uh)
Yes, we came a long way from the bottom (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Let me take off my coat 'cause it's hot in this bitch (hot in this bitch)
I been gettin' my dough, just talkin' my shit (talkin' and livin')
'Bout to fuck with these hoes, follow the whip (follow, follow)
And they know exactly what to do, follow the script
I'm in the gate and I'm countin' the profit
While shittin' on niggas, you never could stop it
Future Bugattis, you know I'ma cop it
Then kill on these niggas, you know, when I drop it
Niggas know already, niggas know the topic (damn)
Jump up in this bitch and niggas know I got it (damn)
It's all up in my blood, they know it's biologic (yee)
You can give 'em all a new feast for the street
I'ma give 'em the food so my niggas can eat
When I'm livin' the truth, that's always when I speak
Now go stand on the couch, now go stand on the seat
And I make all you niggas play this on repeat
Watch me lift up the buildin' and fuck up the beat
While I spend all this money, I want a receipt
When you niggas cool off I'll be givin' you heat
And you know we'll be back to fuck up the streets

We turnin' the heat up again (yeah)
We fuckin' the beat up again (yeah)
We fuckin' the street up again (yee)
We blowin' the speakers again (yeah)
In my Ferragana-Ferragamo (uh)
While they fear the god, I fear the problem (uh)
Bitch, we be comin' to win (yeah)
Yes, we came a long way from the bottom
We turnin' the heat up again (uh)
We fuckin' the beat up again (yeah)
We fuckin' the street up again (yeah)
We blowin' the speakers again (woop)
In my Ferragana-Ferragamo (uh)
While they fear the god, I fear the problem (yeah)




Bitch, we be comin' to win (uh)
Yes, we came a long way from the bottom (yeah)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "Blowing The Speakers" by Busta Rhymes is a boastful depiction of his life of luxury and success. The opening lines contain a signature ad-lib by Busta Rhymes followed by a threat to the competition. The chorus then repeats the hook while emphasizing the idea that they are taking things a notch higher by turning up the heat, blowing up the speakers, and wreaking havoc on the streets.


Busta Rhymes talks about his high-end lifestyle, mentioning his Ferragamo shoes, a Panamera Porsche, and expensive imported fabrics from Morocco. He boasts about being selective with women while his ladies stay in shape by drinking flat tummy tea. The bridge talks about how he loves spending money on items like future Bugattis and reminds everyone that he's the one who sets the topic.


The lines reflect Busta Rhymes' confidence in his ability and his desire to shot off his success. "Blowing The Speakers" is an upbeat and energetic song that showcases Busta Rhymes' signature style of rap.


Line by Line Meaning

Yeah (yeah), Murda On The Beat so it's not nice
Acknowledging the beat and producer responsible for the music


We turnin' the heat up again (yeah)
Increasing intensity and passion in the music


We fuckin' the beat up again (yeah)
Taking control and altering the music to fit the artist's style


We fuckin' the street up again (yee)
Taking over the music scene and causing a disturbance


We blowin' the speakers again (yeah)
Creating such a powerful sound that the speakers cannot handle it


In my Ferragana-Ferragamo (uh)
Wearing designer clothes and showing off wealth


While they fear the god, I fear the problem (uh)
Acknowledging enemies and obstacles in the artist's path


Bitch, we be comin' to win (yeah)
Determined to come out on top and succeed


Yes, we came a long way from the bottom
Reflecting on progress and growth from humble beginnings


In a Panamera Porsche (ugh)
Riding in a high-end luxury car


Color marinara sauce (ugh)
Describing the vibrant color of the car


Color soundin' like I split a atom, put the body on a cross (yeah)
Describing the sound of the car and its power


Doin' this shit like you can't imagine
Performing with skill and talent beyond people's expectations


Even my bitches be whippin' Phantoms (bitches be whippin' phantoms)
Women associated with the artist drive expensive cars as well


My bitches drink flat tummy tea 'til all they shit all flatten (yah)
Women associated with the artist focus on their appearance and health


See how we lettin' it go? (Damn)
Allowing the music and energy to flow naturally without inhibitions


Hannibal Lecter with flows (damn)
Comparing the artist's lyrical ability to that of a fictional character known for his intelligence and knowledge


Very selective with hoes
Being picky about the type of women one associates with


Despite I'm the nigga she chose (damn)
Being chosen by a desirable woman despite others' opinions


Get imported fabrics from morocco (yeah, yeah)
Purchasing high-quality materials from abroad for clothing and fashion


Ship with a ten million dollar condo (yeah, yeah)
Possessing an expensive and luxurious home


Just to call me Macho co-Camacho (yeah, yeah)
Using a nickname that showcases masculinity and strength


Leadin' the flacas, they gotta follow (yeah)
Being a leader in the music industry with others looking up to the artist


Let me take off my coat 'cause it's hot in this bitch (hot in this bitch)
Removing clothing due to the increasing heat and intensity of the music and performance


I been gettin' my dough, just talkin' my shit (talkin' and livin')
Earning money and success through speaking and living according to the artist's own style and ideals


'Bout to fuck with these hoes, follow the whip (follow, follow)
Preparing to engage with women who are attracted to the artist's lifestyle


And they know exactly what to do, follow the script
Women who associate with the artist follow a set of expectations and actions that appeal to the artist


I'm in the gate and I'm countin' the profit
Gaining wealth and income through music and performance


While shittin' on niggas, you never could stop it
Continuing to be successful even when others try to bring the artist down


Future Bugattis, you know I'ma cop it
Planning on purchasing expensive and flashy vehicles in the future


Then kill on these niggas, you know, when I drop it
Being confident in the artist's own ability to dominate and succeed


Niggas know already, niggas know the topic (damn)
Others are aware of and familiar with the artist's work and subject matter


Jump up in this bitch and niggas know I got it (damn)
Entering the music scene with confidence and being respected and recognized because of skill and success


It's all up in my blood, they know it's biologic (yee)
Being talented and successful at music is innate and natural for the artist


You can give 'em all a new feast for the street
The artist is creating and providing new music and entertainment for fans and listeners


I'ma give 'em the food so my niggas can eat
The artist is looking out for those who are loyal and supportive


When I'm livin' the truth, that's always when I speak
Being genuine and authentic in artistry and expression


Now go stand on the couch, now go stand on the seat
Encouraging audience members to join in and engage in the music and experience


And I make all you niggas play this on repeat
The artist is confident in the power and impact of their music and urges others to listen


Watch me lift up the buildin' and fuck up the beat
Creating music that is so powerful and energetic that it disrupts the environment


While I spend all this money, I want a receipt
Acknowledging and tracking expenses and wealth


When you niggas cool off I'll be givin' you heat
Continuing to create new and exciting music even after others tire or slow down


And you know we'll be back to fuck up the streets
Promising to return with new music and energy to take control of the music scene once again




Lyrics Β© Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Trevor Smith Jr.

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Filip Ljumovic

Like for lyrics to stay on top

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Murda on the beat so it's not nice
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Adher

Yeah, we turnin' the heat up again (Yah)
We fuckin' the beat up again (Yah)
We fuckin' the street up again (Yee)
We blowin' the speakers again (Yah)
In my ferragama, Ferragamo (Uh)
While they fear the God, I fear the problem (Uh)
Bitch, here we comin' to win (Yeah)
Guess who came a long way from the bottom
Yeah, we turnin' the heat up again (Uh)
We fuckin' the beat up again (Yeah)
We fuckin' the street up again (Yeah)
We blowin' the speakers again (Woop)
In my ferragama, Ferragamo (Yeah)
While they fear the God, I fear the problem (Yeah)
Bitch, here we comin' to win (Uh)
Guess who came a long way from the bottom (Yeah)

In a panorama Porsche (Ugh)
Color marinara sauce (Ugh)
Color soundin' like I split an atom, put the body on a cross (Yeah)
Doin' this shit like you can't imagine
Even my bitches be whippin' Phantoms
(Bitches be whippin' Phantoms)
My bitches drink flat tummy tea 'til all they shit ain't flatten (Yah)
See how we lettin' it go (Damn)
Hannibal Lecter with flows (Damn)
Vary solago with hoes
Despite on the nigga she chose (Damn)
Gettin' ported fabrics from Morocco (Yeah, yeah)
She with a Timmy in Alicano (Yeah, yeah)
Just to me mucho co-co mucho (Yeah, yeah)
Leadin' the flockas, got to follow (Yeah)

We turnin' the heat up again (Yah)
We fuckin' the beat up again (Yah)
We fuckin' the street up again (Yee)
We blowin' the speakers again (Yah)
In my ferragama, Ferragamo (Uh)
While they fear the God, I fear the problem (Uh)
Bitch, here we comin' to win (Yeah)
Guess who came a long way from the bottom (Yeah)
Yeah, we turnin' the heat up again (Yeah)
We fuckin' the beat up again (Yeah)
We fuckin' the street up again (Yeah)
We blowin' the speakers again (Woop)
In my ferragama, Ferragamo (Yeah)
While they fear the God, I fear the problem (Yeah)
Bitch, here we comin' to win (Uh)
Guess who came a long way from the bottom (Yeah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let take off my coat 'cause it's hot in this bitch (Hot in this bitch)
I been gettin' my dough, just talkin' my shit (Talkin' and lookin')
'Bout to fuck with these hoes, follow the whip (Follow, follow)
And they know exactly what to do, follow the script
I'm in the kitten, I'm countin' the profit
While shittin' on niggas, you never could stop it
Future Bugatti's, you know I'ma cop it
The kill on these niggas, you know when I drop it
Niggas know already, niggas know the topic (Damn)
Jump up in this bitch and niggas know I got it (Damn)
It's all about my blood they know it's biologic (Yee)
Even molin' the feats with streets and I give them the food so my niggas can eat
When I'm livin' the truth, that's always when I speak
Now go stand on the couch, now go stand on the seat
And I make all you niggas play this on repeat
Watch me lift up the buildin' and I fuck up the beat
While I spend all this money, I want the receipt
When you niggas cool off I'll be givin' you heat
[?]Β fuck up the streets

We turnin' the heat up again (Yah)
We fuckin' the beat up again (Yah)
We fuckin' the street up again (Yee)
We blowin' the speakers again (Yah)
In my ferragama, Ferragamo (Uh)
While they fear the God, I fear the problem (Uh)
Bitch, here we comin' to win (Yeah)
Guess who came a long way from the bottom (Yeah)
Yeah, we turnin' the heat up again (Yeah)
We fuckin' the beat up again (Yeah)
We fuckin' the street up again (Yeah)
We blowin' the speakers again (Woop)
In my ferragama, Ferragamo (Yeah)
While they fear the God, I fear the problem (Yeah)
Bitch, here we comin' to win (Uh)
Guess who came a long way from the bottom (Yeah)



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Ghad

I FEEL LIKE ALL MY BRAIN CELLS HAVE BEEN CLEAN POLISHED AND PUT BACK IN PLACE AFTER LISTENING TO THESE MASTERPIECES 🧠🧼

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That's A Heck Of A Way To Put It

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Oliver Clytus

Your coming out of the matrix cause this is true hip hop in its finest form

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Busta is busting his knowledge like school its a Bus Thing

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HP

Literally have this on repeat. Busta just leveled up for the hundredth time. The immortal πŸ’―

GLIZZY G.O.A.T

Anyone else playing this over and over?

Christian Tirella

For months now πŸ˜‚βœŠπŸ½

Sugar CanePlain

I am feeling the flowπŸ™πŸΎ I LOVE YOU BUSTA damn right there will never be another πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ™ŒπŸΎ

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