Legend of the Fall Offs

by Busta Rhymes

Trevor Tahiem Smith, Jr., (born May 20, 1972), better known by his stage name Busta Rhymes, is an American rapper, producer and actor. Chuck D of Public Enemy gave him the alias Busta Rhymes after NFL wide receiver George "Buster" Rhymes. Early in his career, he was known for his wild style and fas…

Yeah I know
A lot of you niggas don't plan on the day when you'd have to see me
You see, I'm that nigga that you should really be afraid of
I dig graves for niggas like you
We gon' get more acquainted at a time when you least expect it

[Chorus: x2]
Do you ever think (do you ever think)
What life would be (what life would be)
Where you will go (where will you go)
After you die (after you die)

You fucked up nigga!

[Busta Rhymes]
You know that when that time comes and nobody is checking
And everything you had is gone in the split of a second
That's when it starts hitting the fan and it gets real in this bitch
Just face the fact your shit's a wrap and you gotta deal with the shit
Despite I talk about it, I ain't making fun of them niggas
I give thanks cause I've been blessed and I ain't one of them niggas
Can't imagine how difficult it is, I know you suspect
That shit around you is looking dumb, it's getting hard to accept it
Alone in the mirror, you look at yourself and you smile
Disregarding the fact your running's been done for a while
Refuse to acknowledge the truth like the mind of a child
Continue fronting, like it's nothing while you live in denial
While all your people around you start to leave you in the same place
You overexert the little you have left to save face
You trying to hide your expression from looking worried
On what to do when your career is buried


[Busta Rhymes]
Niggas ain't giving a fuck about your flows no more
You ain't the star you were, fucking the same hoes no more
Promoters ain't paying and booking you for shows no more
You ain't whipping the range, you ain't whipping a rolls no more
Reality starts to settle in, you're sweating every wake up
You're broke and now you gotta return your jewelry to jacob
You run around and you front like you're still on fire
But nobody believes you; and now you live as a liar
You're only lying to yourself cause it's evident in the proof
As your world continues to crumble, come to terms with the truth
You're still holding on to them days when everything was about you
But niggas don't even remember you enough to just shout you
I remember when you did your thing without a doubt tastefully
The problem was you didn't know when to bow out gracefully
Once told, never burn out, it's best to fade away
Preserve your value so that you can live to see a greater day
People see you and it's bugged that you mean nothing
You doing shit and front to prove to people you mean something
It happens in the vicious when the truth starts to settle in
You step to the door of the club and see that you ain't getting in
Forgetting you a man first, chasing the fame
Got to remember, morals and principles, repping your name proper
But most niggas don't, and they whole life hurried
What do you do when your career is buried


I told you we was gonna get more acquainted
At a time when you least expect it nigga
I'm here to lay you to rest once and for all 
You've been dead a long time but you refuse to accept that shit
But it's okay 
Nigga shut the fuck up and get in the box nigga! (wait! please!)
It was custom built for all niggas like you
You just don't wanna accept when it's time to hang it up
(stop! bitch!) see you in the afterlife nigga (wait! help!!!)
Whever the fuck that is!! (somebody help!!)
(i can't breathe, nigga!)
(open this shit nigga!)
(open this shit!!)
(open this shit!!)
(somebody help!! hey!!)
(open this shit motherfucker what you doin)
(open it!)


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