Busta Rhymes Lyrics

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Bad Boy
Come out and play
Y'all know we had to do a remix, right?

Uh, uh
niggas is mad I get more butt than ashtrays (yeah)
Fuck a fair one, I get mine the fast way (remix)
Ski mask way, nigga, ransom notes (uh)

Far from handsome, but damn a nigga tote (uh) (what you tote?)
More guns than roses, foes is shakin' in their boots (yeah)
Invisible bully like The Gooch
Disappear, vamoose, you're wack to me (uh)
Take them rhymes back to the factory
I see, the gimmicks, the wack lyrics (yeah)
The shit is depressin', pathetic
please forget it (forget it) (uh)
You're mad 'cause my style you're admirin' (uh)
Don't be mad, UPS is hirin' (woo)
You shoulda been a cop, fuck hip-hop (yeah)
With that freestyle, you're bound to get shot (uh)
Not from Houston but I Rap-A-Lot (that's right) (uh-huh)
pack the gat a lot (uh-huh)
The flav's 'bout to drop, uh

Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear
Time for new flava in ya ear
I'm kickin' new flava in ya ear
Mack's the brand new flava in ya ear
Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear
Time for new flava in ya ear (ah, here comes the Mack)

Word up, no rap, no crap, you bore me (the remix) (word up)
Wanna grab my dick, too lazy, hold it for me (uh)
I'm straight rap great, bustin' heads, straighten dreads
I'm everlastin', like the toe on PRO-Keds (yeah, what?)
A Tec-9 when I rhyme
Plus I climb, word is bond
Your album couldn't fuck with one line (couldn't fuck with one line, boy) (uh-uh)
It's been three years since you last hear
But now I reappear, your heart pumps fear (rock on)
To your gut (what?), did your girl's butt (huh)
I scraped it, shaped it, now she won't strut (haha)
I smash teeth, fuck your beef, no relief (uh-uh)
I step on stage, girls scream like I'm Keith (ah)
You won't be around next year (no, you won't)
My rap's too severe, kickin' mad flava in ya ear

Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear
Time for new flava in ya ear
I'm kickin' new flava in ya ear
Mack's the brand new flava in ya ear
Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear
Time for new flava in ya ear

Twenty-one, '94, mad motherfuckin' hardcore
It's my time to burn, now explore (the remix)
The flava in ya ear, it's The Boy Scout
I make outs, I make other rappers have doubts (that's right)
You're fuckin' with the wrong clan
And the wrong man, that's it (uh)
Now you got to get your dome split (rock on)
I'm goin' into my knapsack with my gat
Take off my hat, guess I'm just cool like that
The dangerous, the ruggedness, from the Flatbush abyss (uh)
BLS, 97, KISS, bounce to this (bounce)
I'm gonna live long in this rap game, niggas know my name
Yo Puffy (burn 'em in the flames)

You're jinglin' baby (go 'head daddy)
You're jinglin' baby (go 'head daddy)

He-she, uh, blowticious
Skeevy (mmm, yeah), delicious
Gimme couscous, love me good
Mmm, damn
Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good?
I guess like the jeans, uh
Flavor like praline, sick, daddy, yah'mean
Papa love it, when he does it (that's right)
Niggas buzz it (come on)
But tell me, was it really just the flavor that be cloggin' your ears?
The most healthy behavior is to stay in the clear (uh)
It's all for you, it's really all for you (now what?)
Hunchback, close your eyes try to munch that
Coil up your ankles let your Timbs tap
Bite the flavor, it reacts to your gold caps
Word to Mama, I tongue kiss a piranha
Electrocute a barracuda, I'm here to bring the drama

Yo, yo, yo
Flavors in your ass crease, ha
Busta Rhymes about to bring the noise, so cease, ha (bring the noise)
Let me loose from the belly of the beast, ha (come on)
Everybody, hey, hey, hey
You better believe it's Busta Rhymes the great
We 'bout to rip the Tri-State, yo, yo
Hey, hey, hey
I'll split your face and give you stitches (yeah)
Throw niggas in ditches, slap the ass of fat bitches
Wait one sec', as I get down
I'm rollin' with the heavyweight connect to the stompin' ground
Now, don't you get suspicious (uh-uh)
I grant your wishes every time
Bring it vicious when I bust a rhyme (word is bond)
I know one thing the whole world least expected
Is how we all connected to break fool on the same record (ha)
Five new flavors on a beat, feel the fuckin' heat (oh)
I really think you should retreat while we blow up the street (Bad Boy)
Instead of coppin' pleas just freeze (ha)
Maintain the focus while we smoke these marijuana trees
When I get down I disappear, reappear and blow up everywhere (ha)
Fuckin' with these flavors in ya ear (flavors)

Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear
Time for new flava in ya ear
I'm kickin' new flava in ya ear
Mack's the brand new flava in ya ear
Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear
Time for new flava in ya ear
I'm kickin' new flava in ya ear
Mack's the brand new flava in ya ear

'94
East coast represent
Bad Boy
Rock on

Moe Dee
Rock on

Overall Meaning

The song "Flava In Ya Ear" is a rap song by Notorious B.I.G. featuring Craig Mack, Busta Rhymes, LL Cool J, and Rampage. In the song, the rappers brag about their skills and their dominance in the rap game. The lyrics are full of references to guns, violence, and sex, which is typical of the gangsta-rap genre. The song is best known for its catchy chorus and its use of beatboxing, which was a popular technique in the 1990s.

The lyrics of the song are full of clever wordplay, metaphors, and rhymes. In the first verse, Notorious B.I.G. brags that he gets more attention from women than ashtrays get butt. He also boasts about his criminal exploits, including wearing a ski mask and sending ransom notes. The chorus announces a "new flavor in your ear," which is a play on words that refers to the new style of rap that the rappers are introducing. The second verse is rapped by Craig Mack, who also brags about his skills and threatens his rivals. The third verse features Busta Rhymes and his signature rapid-fire flow. He raps about his own skills, his connections, and his desire for violence.

"Flava In Ya Ear" was a major hit in 1994, reaching number nine on the Billboard Hot 100 chart and number one on the Hot Rap Singles chart. The song was nominated for a Grammy Award for Best Rap Solo Performance, but it lost to Queen Latifah's "U.N.I.T.Y." The song was also featured in the soundtrack of the movie "MTV's The Grind." The song's video features the rappers performing in a smoke-filled room, surrounded by dancers and an enthusiastic audience. The song has since become a classic of the hip-hop genre, and it is often cited as one of the best rap songs of all time.

Line by Line Meaning

Y'all know we had to do a remix, right?
We had to make a remix of this song, you know?

niggas is mad I get more butt than ashtrays (yeah)
People are jealous because I attract more attention than anyone else

Fuck a fair one, I get mine the fast way (remix)
I don't believe in fighting fair, I take what's mine quickly

Ski mask way, nigga, ransom notes (uh)
I'm not afraid to use violence and intimidation to get what I want

Far from handsome, but damn a nigga tote (uh) (what you tote?)
I may not be good-looking, but I carry myself with confidence and strength

More guns than roses, foes is shakin' in their boots (yeah)
I have more weapons and power than my enemies, and they're scared

Invisible bully like The Gooch
I'm like an unseen bully, always lurking and ready to strike

Disappear, vamoose, you're wack to me (uh)
You're insignificant and irrelevant to me, so disappear

Take them rhymes back to the factory
Your lyrics are so bad, you should return them to where they came from

I see, the gimmicks, the wack lyrics (yeah)
I recognize all the cheap tricks and terrible lyrics in the industry

The shit is depressin', pathetic please forget it (forget it) (uh)
The current state of rap is depressing and pathetic, let's move on from it

You're mad 'cause my style you're admirin' (uh)
You're angry because you actually admire my style of rap

Don't be mad, UPS is hirin' (woo)
Don't be jealous, there are plenty of job opportunities at UPS

You shoulda been a cop, fuck hip-hop (yeah)
You'd be better off pursuing a career in law enforcement rather than hip-hop

With that freestyle, you're bound to get shot (uh)
Your improvised rap is so bad that someone might want to shoot you

Not from Houston but I Rap-A-Lot (that's right) (uh-huh)
I may not be from Houston, but I rap a lot

pack the gat a lot (uh-huh)
I carry a gun frequently

The flav's 'bout to drop, uh
The new flavor of rap is about to be released

Word up, no rap, no crap, you bore me (the remix) (word up)
To be honest, your rapping is boring and uninteresting to me

Wanna grab my dick, too lazy, hold it for me (uh)
You're so desperate for attention that you want to touch me, but I'm not interested

I'm straight rap great, bustin' heads, straighten dreads
I'm a skilled rapper who can defeat my opponents and intimidate them

I'm everlastin', like the toe on PRO-Keds (yeah, what?)
I'm here to stay and leave a lasting impact on the rap game, just like PRO-Keds shoes

A Tec-9 when I rhyme
When I rap, it's like I'm wielding a powerful weapon

Plus I climb, word is bond
I am constantly improving and rising in the rap industry, I promise

Your album couldn't fuck with one line (couldn't fuck with one line, boy) (uh-uh)
Your entire album is inferior to just one of my lines, no competition

It's been three years since you last hear
It's been a long time since you've heard from me

But now I reappear, your heart pumps fear (rock on)
But now I'm back, and you're frightened by my return

To your gut (what?), did your girl's butt (huh)
I hit you right at your core, and even won over your girl

I scraped it, shaped it, now she won't strut (haha)
I changed her perspective and now she won't show off anymore

I smash teeth, fuck your beef, no relief (uh-uh)
I don't care about your problems or disagreements, there's no resolution

I step on stage, girls scream like I'm Keith (ah)
When I perform on stage, girls scream for me like they do for Keith

You won't be around next year (no, you won't)
You won't survive in the rap game for much longer

My rap's too severe, kickin' mad flava in ya ear
My rapping style is too intense and powerful, delivering a new flavor to your ears

Twenty-one, '94, mad motherfuckin' hardcore
In 1994, I brought a whole new level of hardcore rap

It's my time to burn, now explore (the remix)
This is my moment to shine, so listen closely and discover my talent

The flava in ya ear, it's The Boy Scout
I bring a fresh and unique flavor to the rap scene, like a Boy Scout

I make outs, I make other rappers have doubts (that's right)
I'm so skilled and successful that I make other rappers doubt themselves

You're fuckin' with the wrong clan
You're messing with the wrong group of people

And the wrong man, that's it (uh)
You're also messing with the wrong individual, that's all

Now you got to get your dome split (rock on)
Now you have to face the consequences and get your head split open

I'm goin' into my knapsack with my gat
I'm reaching into my bag to grab my gun

Take off my hat, guess I'm just cool like that
I casually take off my hat, because I'm naturally cool

The dangerous, the ruggedness, from the Flatbush abyss (uh)
I bring a dangerous and rough style of rap from the Flatbush neighborhood

BLS, 97, KISS, bounce to this (bounce)
Radio stations BLS 97 and KISS are playing and promoting my music, so dance to it

I'm gonna live long in this rap game, niggas know my name
I'm going to have a long and successful career in the rap industry, everyone knows who I am

Yo Puffy (burn 'em in the flames)
Hey Puffy, let's destroy our competition and leave them in ashes

You're jinglin' baby (go 'head daddy)
You're causing a commotion and attracting attention, keep doing your thing

He-she, uh, blowticious
Referring to someone who is both masculine and feminine, showing off their blowing skills

Skeevy (mmm, yeah), delicious
A person with a sleazy and repulsive personality, yet somehow appealing

Gimme couscous, love me good
Give me attention and affection, treat me well

Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good?
Is this rapper from Hollis, New York up to par with the talent from Hollywood?

I guess like the jeans, uh
I suppose it depends on the individual, just like a pair of jeans

Flavor like praline, sick, daddy, yah'mean
My style is as flavorful and addictive as a praline, it's sick (great), daddy, you know what I mean

Papa love it, when he does it (that's right)
I love it when I perform and showcase my skills

Niggas buzz it (come on)
People can't stop talking about it, they're buzzing

But tell me, was it really just the flavor that be cloggin' your ears?
Was it truly just the unique style that overwhelmed and confused you?

The most healthy behavior is to stay in the clear (uh)
The best thing to do is avoid any conflicts or problems

It's all for you, it's really all for you (now what?)
Everything I do, I do it for you, it's all dedicated to you

Hunchback, close your eyes try to munch that
Close your eyes and try to visualize something strange and unique

Coil up your ankles let your Timbs tap
Get ready to dance and make your Timberland boots tap on the floor

Bite the flavor, it reacts to your gold caps
Embrace the flavor of the music, it will have an impact on your gold teeth

Word to Mama, I tongue kiss a piranha
I'm not afraid to take risks and do daring things, even tonguing a dangerous fish

Electrocute a barracuda, I'm here to bring the drama
I will shock and surprise everyone, I'm here to create excitement and stir things up

Yo, yo, yo
Just a call for attention, hey listen up

Flavors in your ass crease, ha
I'm going to make a deep impression and leave my mark on the rap game

Busta Rhymes about to bring the noise, so cease, ha (bring the noise)
Busta Rhymes is ready to make a loud and powerful impact, so stop what you're doing and pay attention

Let me loose from the belly of the beast, ha (come on)
Release me from the difficult and challenging situations I face, let me break free

You better believe it's Busta Rhymes the great
You can't deny the greatness and talent of Busta Rhymes

We 'bout to rip the Tri-State, yo, yo
We're going to dominate and conquer the Tri-State area, watch out

I'll split your face and give you stitches (yeah)
I'll cause you physical harm and injuries, you won't mess with me anymore

Throw niggas in ditches, slap the ass of fat bitches
I'll dispose of my enemies and disrespect overweight women

Wait one sec', as I get down
Hold on a moment, I'm preparing to perform

I'm rollin' with the heavyweight connect to the stompin' ground
I'm associated with powerful and influential people in the rap industry, and we control the scene

Now, don't you get suspicious (uh-uh)
Don't start to doubt or question me

I grant your wishes every time
I fulfill your desires and make things happen for you

Bring it vicious when I bust a rhyme (word is bond)
I bring a fierce and aggressive energy when I rap, you can trust me on that

I know one thing the whole world least expected
I'm aware that the entire world didn't anticipate what I'm about to do

Is how we all connected to break fool on the same record (ha)
People didn't expect us to collaborate and make a fool of ourselves on the same song

Five new flavors on a beat, feel the fuckin' heat (oh)
We bring a fresh and unique sound to this track, feel the intense heat of our skills

I really think you should retreat while we blow up the street (Bad Boy)
I suggest you back off and retreat while we dominate the music scene and make a huge impact

Instead of coppin' pleas just freeze (ha)
Don't start making excuses, just stop what you're doing and pay attention

Maintain the focus while we smoke these marijuana trees
Stay focused on the music while we indulge in smoking marijuana

When I get down I disappear, reappear and blow up everywhere (ha)
When I start performing, I captivate everyone's attention, making a big impact

Fuckin' with these flavors in ya ear (flavors)
You can't handle or compete with the unique and powerful style in your ears

Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear
Get ready for the fresh and unique style that's about to hit your ears

Time for new flava in ya ear
It's time to experience a whole new style of rap music

Mack's the brand new flava in ya ear
Craig Mack brings the fresh and exciting flavor to your ears

Twenty-one, '94, mad motherfuckin' hardcore
In 1994, there was a surge of intense and aggressive hardcore rap

It's my time to burn, now explore (the remix)
Now is the moment for me to shine and make an impact, so listen closely (this is the remix)

The flava in ya ear, it's The Boy Scout
The unique style in your ear comes from me, known as The Boy Scout

I make outs, I make other rappers have doubts (that's right)
I effortlessly succeed and make other rappers question their own abilities