Letra Letter to my children Busta Rhymes

Letter to my children

Shut the fuck up when I'm talkin', bitch, 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 shit be soundin' wack, my nigga
They rap like two trains collided on a track, my nigga
Claimin' credit for the shit we fathered, tryna dap me, nigga
The original fashion-forward advocate, dread up in hairstyles that niggas would never think of
Pioneered so much shit it be makin' your bitch bug
I'm finally in a place in my life where I'm the happiest
Bars full of punishment, when I spit, bitch, 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
Look, could give a fuck 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
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, bitch, 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
You rap niggas, I ain't hear 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 ass for hire
Another nigga lost with all the confused symptoms
Let me guide you to the destination, that's your navigation system
You're equilibrium fucked up, let me sin to y'all
Big homie here, let me try to mentor y'all
Scientist when it comes to the culture
Let 'em refill up baskets of rose petals whenever I enter y'all
Shit, it's what I'm talkin' 'bout
They see greatness and bust a U-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
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 bitches, cause a 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 fuck you niggas up and continue takin' advantage

Welcome to Dragon Season
Where we ball-exam 'em
And fuck 'em up for no reason
Actually for a lot of reasons
To uphold the fundamentals of the culture
To uphold the fundamentals of the music
To uphold the fundamentals of the art
I promise you niggas don't wanna start
Cheers