Letter to My Children (Explicit) - Busta Rhymes

Lyrics by：Trevor Smith

Composed by：Trevor Smith/Rahkeim Calief Meyer/U. Noguchi/S. Nakayama

Produced by：The Dragon/Roc Marciano

Shut the **** up when I'm talkin'

***** you know the rule

Broke up rappers way down

To the finest molecule

What these rappers know 'bout spittin'

On these slaps my nigga

Niggas attempt it but they ****

Be soundin' wack my nigga

They rap like two trains collided

On a track my nigga

Claimin' credit for

The **** we fathered

Tryna dap me nigga

The original fashion-forward advocate

Dread up in hairstyles that

Niggas would never think of

Think of

Pioneered so much **** it

Be makin' your ***** bug

I'm finally in a place in

My life where I'm the happiest

Bars full of punishment when I spit

***** I'm the nastiest

I'm a different type of creature

Request collabs and hit up bars

They start runnin' far from the feature

Yeah thank your moms for the life she gave

Beat you up punchlines that hurt

Now you askin' your moms to save ya

I'm your daddy when it came to these raps

I'm the one that raised ya

The weird child at birth

Now you're beggin' for me to change ya

So I nurture all of my children

So they don't see me as a stranger

I teach them how to eat you

Niggas food and be the danger

I think you niggas need

To move from around me

I believe you're safer

And I don't negotiate with promoters

Nigga give me my paper

Give me my paper

Look could give

A **** where niggas come from

I continuously run towards

What most you niggas run from

Most these niggas scared to rap with me

Now what's the purse bet

Better rethink all your favorites

And why I ain't get me a versus yet

Versus yet

I'm still waiting I'm still waiting

From the high you on from the percocet

While I continue givin' niggas

Beatings and your squad hurts

I give you spankings *****

Don't ever question how a law works

I jump into souls of the people

And give 'em large spurts

When I'm fightin' demons

I be still makin' your mom squirt

Squirt

You rap niggas I ain't here to pacify ya

But while your father's present

I might pass the pacifier

You know off the slokes

I walk right past the fire

And end up bein' the one

That finds another a*s for hire

Another nigga lost with

All the confused symptoms

Let me guide you to the destination

That's your navigation system

Your equilibrium ****** up

Let me sin to y'all sin to y'all

Big homie here let me try to mentor y'all

Mentor y'all

Scientist when it comes to the culture

Let 'em refill up baskets of

Rose petals whenever I enter y'all

Enter y'all

**** it's what I'm talkin' 'bout

They see greatness and bust a

You-turn and they start walkin' out

Employees workin' hard as

Hell earn what a boss about

Fascination with sanitation

I love to toss 'em out toss 'em out

My aspiration is to force a route

And eliminate any possibility

To source your doubt

Feed you sickness that swell your

Foot up like you done caught a gout

Throw this money and bag your *******

'Cause a coochie drought coochie drought

I'm nice with both hands how I manage

Lay up with my left and right

Like I'm makin' a sandwich

My frequency is powerful

Niggas should check the bandwidth

While I **** you niggas up

And continue takin' advantage advantage

Welcome to dragon season dragon season

Where we ball-exam 'em

And **** 'em up for no reason

No reason no reason

Actually for a lot of reasons

Lot of reasons lot of reasons

To uphold the fundamentals of the culture culture

To uphold the fundamentals of the music music

To uphold the fundamentals of the art

Of the art

Of the art

Of the art

I promise you niggas don't wanna start

Cheers