Don't Get Carried Away
Busta Rhymes Lyrics


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[Busta Rhymes]
Doctor, yeah
I think we got some shit for 'em (Flipmode!)
Yeah I'ma rub these sticks together
Check it, and start a bonfire

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
And if you don't see it y'all niggas can't fuck with our
Flipmode movement, bounce in your truck to us
Y'all get stupid, don't try to fuck with us
Because you will get carried away, yeah you'll get carried away

[Busta Rhymes]
Now I'm subtle, once I pick up my metal
Put my foot on the pedal, riding through every ghetto
Analyze the shit I'm seeing when I sip Amaretto
A lot of bitches on the strip, strutting in they stilettos
Then they wave and say hello, when my Lambo' is yellow
Everything they got a jingle when they walk like ah-Jello
See the niggas on the corner and I never forget it
And I never regret because I see how you get it
Now because of you niggas, I'm a hustler nigga
'Gnac guzzler nigga, rip your jugular nigga
In the night I become the type to love when it's dark
Cause when I pull up and park, is when I'm making my mark
See the fact's that I'm trying to strive and capitalize in
Start to maximize and b-build a enterprise
And while I'm stocking this bread, keep ah-stocking the lead
And leave a permanent dot, on the top of your head

[Chorus]

[Nas]
I'll Will, Flip-mode!
I'm the enigma, there is none harder, smarter
Martyr, Godfather, my interest, your departure
Pardon Dre this beat is a monster, catchy
Like sleeping under open windows that's drafty
Then waking up my throat scratchy, that's how I spit it nasty
They short, a few inches North of a dwarf
My flow's Murcielago, ghosting them narcos
Toast in the ways of the original Pablos
Still a pyramid architect, mix liquors like a chemist
Killer lyricist, poetical tyrant
Sneaker store terrorist, Mt. Everest I climbed it
Heat is drawn, no creeping on me whenever I'm bent
My mind spray, my nine spray
And freak styles like 3000 Andre
To keep piling, keep pushing them drops
Nas, runnin with hot Busta Bust, we don't stop

[Chorus]

[Busta Rhymes]
Now I'm hot, and we running the block
Watch me run in your spot, fiends coming in flocks
Add a little cut to the coke when I'm cooking the pot
Drugs, bitch! I got what you want come and get what I got
Now I almost forgot, I come to close up your shop
I love to fold up a knot, love toting the glock
Helps me feel safer when niggas try to scheme on my plot
Try to steal paper from me you gotta deal with a lot
See I will leave you to rot, only defending my stock
Niggas know they pussy and struggle to pretend that they not
Lose your life in the drop, while I harvest the crop
My hot shit, bust a cannon have you run in your socks
See we live on the edge, bang shit with a sledgehammer
Split up your head, kill a snitch for the feds
Let's go, for the streets I'm always spitting a gospel
Get Nas holding a barrel size of elephant nostril





[Chorus]

Overall Meaning

Busta Rhymes's "Don't Get Carried Away" is a powerful track that explores the idea of being carried away by success and the desperation that comes with maintaining one's dominance. In the opening lines of the song, Busta Rhymes talks about his ability to spark a fire, and how he's about to cause a commotion. The chorus is repetitive, emphasizing the theme of the song, which is that the Flipmode Movement is successful and in control.


The first verse, performed by Busta Rhymes, is about his experiences in the ghetto. He speaks about the things he's seen, including the women on the strip, and the guys on the corner. He notes that he's never forgotten what he's seen, and that he doesn't regret it because he knows how to hustle. The second verse, performed by NAS, is about his journey as a rapper. He calls himself the "enigma," and says there is nobody smarter or more skilled than he is. He describes how he's climbed the ranks, becoming a "poetical tyrant." He spits his verses with quick-fire precision, expressing his skill as a rapper.


The final verse, performed again by Busta Rhymes, reinforces the theme of the song. Busta Rhymes raps about his success and how he will do anything to keep it. He talks about carrying guns to keep himself safe, and how he feels the need to defend his business aggressively. The song ends with Busta Rhymes saying that he's the king of the streets, and that nobody can stop him.


Line by Line Meaning

Doctor, yeah
Addressing the listener in a manner that's both authoritative and friendly


I think we got some shit for 'em (Flipmode!)
Implying that they have something impressive and noteworthy to share


Yeah I'ma rub these sticks together
Using a metaphor to describe starting something great


Check it, and start a bonfire
Expressing enthusiasm and excitement for the potential outcome


And if you don't see it y'all niggas can't fuck with our
Challenging others to recognize the value and worth of their Flipmode movement


Flipmode movement, bounce in your truck to us
Encouraging people to listen and dance to their music in a way that's fun and enthusiastic


Y'all get stupid, don't try to fuck with us
Asserting their dominance and warning people not to mess with them


Because you will get carried away, yeah you'll get carried away
Implying that those who underestimate or underestimate them will ultimately face defeat


Now I'm subtle, once I pick up my metal
Describing a shift in demeanor from calmness to aggression


Put my foot on the pedal, riding through every ghetto
Driving with purpose and determination


Analyze the shit I'm seeing when I sip Amaretto
Using alcohol as a means of contemplation and reflection


A lot of bitches on the strip, strutting in they stilettos
Observing and commenting on the presence of women in a particular area


Then they wave and say hello, when my Lambo' is yellow
Noticing how people react differently to him based on his car and social status


See the niggas on the corner and I never forget it
Remembering where he came from and the people who helped him get there


And I never regret because I see how you get it
Accepting his past and understanding the hustle and struggle it took to succeed


Now because of you niggas, I'm a hustler nigga
Attributing his success to those who motivated and inspired him


'Gnac guzzler nigga, rip your jugular nigga
Making violent threats towards those who oppose or challenge him


In the night I become the type to love when it's dark
Enjoying the secrecy and danger of nighttime activities


Cause when I pull up and park, is when I'm making my mark
Asserting dominance and leaving a lasting impression


See the fact's that I'm trying to strive and capitalize in
Acknowledging his ambition and desire to succeed and make money


Start to maximize and b-build a enterprise
Using his success to create and build a business


And while I'm stocking this bread, keep ah-stocking the lead
Focusing on accumulating wealth and power while also staying armed and prepared


And leave a permanent dot, on the top of your head
Imagining violent and permanent consequences for those who oppose him


I'll Will, Flip-mode!
Introducing himself using his nickname and referencing his group


I'm the enigma, there is none harder, smarter
Asserting his intelligence and skill set


Martyr, Godfather, my interest, your departure
Painting himself as a powerful figure with the ability to control outcomes


Pardon Dre this beat is a monster, catchy
Acknowledging a collaborator and emphasizing the quality of the beat


Like sleeping under open windows that's drafty
Using a simile to compare the beat to a cold draft of air


Then waking up my throat scratchy, that's how I spit it nasty
Describing the rough, edgy nature of his rapping style


They short, a few inches North of a dwarf
Diminishing those who oppose him and emphasizing his own stature


My flow's Murcielago, ghosting them narcos
Comparing his rapping style to a brand of expensive, exotic car, and describing his ability to evade law enforcement


Toast in the ways of the original Pablos
Referencing a famous drug lord while implying his own success in the drug trade


Still a pyramid architect, mix liquors like a chemist
Portraying himself as a mastermind and expert in multiple fields


Killer lyricist, poetical tyrant
Using alliteration and imagery to emphasize his rap skills and powerful presence


Sneaker store terrorist, Mt. Everest I climbed it
Describing himself in a paradoxical way, and asserting his own ability to overcome obstacles


Heat is drawn, no creeping on me whenever I'm bent
Emphasizing his tough, dangerous persona and ability to handle any situation


My mind spray, my nine spray
Using wordplay to compare his thoughts and ideas to ammunition


And freak styles like 3000 Andre
Drawing inspiration from another rapper and implying his ability to innovate and push the boundaries


To keep piling, keep pushing them drops
Continuing to create and profit from his music


Nas, runnin with hot Busta Bust, we don't stop
Representing unity and determination with his collaborator Nas


Now I'm hot, and we running the block
Acknowledging his current success and control over his surroundings


Watch me run in your spot, fiends coming in flocks
Asserting his power and influence over his customers and clients


Add a little cut to the coke when I'm cooking the pot
Imagining his own involvement in drug production and distribution


Drugs, bitch! I got what you want come and get what I got
Plainly stating his involvement in the drug trade and inviting customers to buy from him


Now I almost forgot, I come to close up your shop
Threatening those who oppose or challenge him in any way


I love to fold up a knot, love toting the glock
Enjoying the profits from his success and feeling a sense of power and control


Helps me feel safer when niggas try to scheme on my plot
Using violence as a means of maintaining his sense of control and safety


Try to steal paper from me you gotta deal with a lot
Warning those who try to take his money that they'll face serious consequences


See I will leave you to rot, only defending my stock
Reinforcing the idea that he's not afraid to resort to violence to protect his businesses and wealth


Niggas know they pussy and struggle to pretend that they not
Calling out those who pretend to be tough or successful without putting in the work


Lose your life in the drop, while I harvest the crop
Painting a violent and ruthless picture of what happens to those who oppose him


My hot shit, bust a cannon have you run in your socks
Claiming his music is powerful enough to make people run away in fear


See we live on the edge, bang shit with a sledgehammer
Portraying himself as bold and daring, willing to take risks and be aggressive


Split up your head, kill a snitch for the feds
Using violent language to assert his dominance and loyalty to his crew


Let's go, for the streets I'm always spitting a gospel
Using religious imagery to emphasize the importance of his music and message


Get Nas holding a barrel size of elephant nostril
Describing his collaborator Nas in a playful and humorous way




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: ANDRE YOUNG, NASIR JONES, D. PARKER, L. HOLOMAN, TREVOR SMITH

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Yeezus Price

“I'm the Enigma, there is none harder, smarter
Martyr, Godfather, my entrance, your departure
Pardon Dre this beat is a monster, catchy
Like sleepin under open windows that's drafty
Then wakin' up my throat scratchy, that's how I spit it nasty” Nas killed it

Florian J

Nas absolutely killed this song. Nas the GOAT.

Escobar600GOAT_NODEBATING.

...no debating.

Aaron Thompson

Agreed! Nas = 🐐

cjewelz

I can think of at least 50 MCs that would come ahead of N'ass in a list of GOATs. How did he kill this song? N'ass uses complex wordplay that seems complex but there's very little depth to it. A little bit like Gay-Z's witty lyrics. They are witty. Nothing more, nothing less.

Nasir Jones

cjewe1z no bro u can't name no mcs

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Matthew Mcafee

This beat is one of the best beats I ever heard in my life! every time I listen to it I get gosbomps!

William Cooper

Not at all!!

Kombs Combizzle

Still Dr Dre

Mduduzi Mbambo

Sho thing url know music i see,thanks guys

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