Master Fard Muhammad

Have mercy for the spirits still prayin for me
Times are hard so forgive me if I smell funny
Sleeping in cars, it be real with no hotel money
Louis Vuitton, you just get it cause your man want it
Pictures and captures let me know that you aint tell somethin
Middle school, bitches used to call me Bruce Bruce
Now its stretch Maybachs in the coupes too (Maybachs)
Like jewels, Im just tryna pack a deuce deuce
Diplomats, Arabic how Im makin my moves
Road to riches, ****in bitches in my favorite shoes
She thought I had a seizure, told her April fools
F*ck a lawsuit, bitch Im tryna make the news
Master Mohammed sold silk goin door to door
Givin knowledge to the brothers that wanted more
We a nation of brothers such a wonderful force
Go straight to the Quran if you wanted source
I know God so proud, you becoming the boss
Cold world with the flows, keep a nigga wrong
We was sleepin on the floors when they used to storm
I just wanna get a home for my only mom
This a dream to make her proud of her only son
This a dream to make her proud of her only son
Make her proud of her only son
This a dream to make her proud of her only son
And Im number one (Maybach)
Look at my Piguet yo, its about that time
Light sparkle off my jewelry, its about that shine
Money bust out of every pocket, its about that grind
A schoolin dude, especially when a nigga third eye blind
Cant give a f*ck about what's yours
Only concerned about mines, nigga
They steerin like all of this hypnosis its heavy
If looks could kill, Id probably die countless deaths already
Gillette razor sharp shooter, shootin star like a comet
Swag gave birth to millions like Master Fard Muhammad boss
Lookin relaxed like I dont wanna be bothered
I thank God for the blessings of past pages
I journey through a jungle aligned, so unscathed
Until I speakin tongues when I visit my aunts grave
And hustle like a genius with strength of my mans slave
It gets deeper while singing this praise, walk with me now
I bless the hood while I keep em them harder
Unconditional love is a daughters love for a father
In dream flying through the clouds on the planes that I charter
And documented moments, time becomin a martyr
While I merge through corporations expandin a little larger now
For the sole purpose, my people can all eat
Through the desperate folks, occupying at Wall Street
But Im torn in the studio, givin you all heat
They may think their ignorance is bliss busy they saying they born street
On their hands and knees just like they walkin on four feet
Damn, look what they really turnin us into
A savage smelling blow em out, functioning in the mental
With baggage through the mud that they draggin until they settle
I ration up success sniffin a rose petal
If you violate the truth, your body with feel the metal
Listen to these words with the power to fuel rockets
Just in the same time its so perfect for me drop this
Its getting to the point where they beggin the kid to stop it
Its hard to honor such requests when youre bathin in profit
Witness shit I said thats come to pass they calling my prophet, lord
Especially how I touch the people when Im speakin
So precious like a moment of watchin a baby sleepin
Infectious like opponents thats always catchin a beatin
From journeys that I travel and missions I be completin
Put the mic down and leave it with momma for safe keepin
Hahaha, wow
Let me hear that shit again son
Take notes!
Write it down, get a pad
Learn mother****ers, learn, from a god Emcee
Aint too many left
Thats right, theres only a few out there
Mother****er everybody talkin about
Busta Rhymes
Bussabuss, the man you trust
In Bust, we trust
Ash to the ashes, dust to dust
The only nigga we trust is Bussabuss