Busta Rhymes feat. Kendrick Lamar - Look Over Your Shoulder

[Intro: Michael Jackson & Busta Rhymes] Just look over your shoulders, honey Yeah, I know, it's been a minute Got to know Just look over your shoulders, honey Whenever you need me Just look— Just over your shoulders Whenever you need me Just look over your shoulders, honey Yeah, you need me (Woo) [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar & Michael Jackson] I wrote my first bars in the car with Stacy How bizarre, my battle scars at large would lace me Big marbles, nigga I lead this new generation, boy, don't argue with us Marvelous beat selectors, authors, and novel spitters And it's all for the literature And it's all for the hideous, the nastiest flows, the Chlamydia, uh I ain't afraid to say I need you, ah, yeah (Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop) I promise I'd never leave you, ah, yeah My life is like twelve open mics of hopeless notes I write For sure, my folks unite soon as the flow get nice The poltergeist that scare emcees, my prototype for every My share of deeds and R.I.P.s You know my type of style is like my everything Apparently, my appetite stay famished Bite no hand that feed The culture vulture die and bleed My focus hold these thoughts and dreams Control this pen (Look over your shoulder) Boldest lines of rhymes and things Devote my time and mind it seems Supposed to shine, remind I'm king Provoke the blind and bomb the fiends The pros, the cons, the diamond rings I'm full of time but I'ma bring The soul divine and cross between What's yours and mines, the gold, the green The ropes that show just what it mean Then grab Shakur right by the wing And fly before my vocals (Scream) For hip-hop, look at my Ziploc Bag full of goodies, you Chris Rock Hit the Pookie and pit stops Since tube socks, baby, you a hell of a drug Just look over your shoulders when they fuck you over, it's love I know ya (Woo) [Chorus: Michael Jackson] Don't you know, baby? Don't you know, baby? Just look over your shoulders, honey Whenever you need me Just look— Just over your shoulders Whenever you need me Just look over your shoulders, honey Yeah, yeah, you need me (Woo) [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes & Michael Jackson] Shhh, look over your shoulder, get me? 'Cause I done bodied the game to the point niggas scared to rap with me Kept burnin' 'til they anointed me one of the kings of Black history And yes, I see the game is a little different, niggas lack simply Them bars and I spit 'em like darts 'til they puncture your kidney You trash and it don't matter how much you gon' try to convince me And you gon' make my gun cock and talk a whole 'nother way, yo Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh (Woo) I am the Buddha, the Ali Baba, the believer-er maker So pristine, the dice roll from under my sleeve when I shake 'em So rude, I'm so ice cold but I'm what you need to just wake 'em All them crowns and medals on the wall waitin' for me to just take 'em When I arrive, my theme music got a pound to it And when I leave, even my shadow got a sound to it 'Cause I'm the god of the harder, the martyr, the father I spit a saliva that's leaking a lava Completin' the saga while meetin' and greetin' And beating you niggas, completely conquer Extremely bark on a nigga, you see me And deeply carve up a nigga, believe me Graffiti your armor, you heebie, you jeebie Bikini your broad up (You guinea pig) See me, now give me the startup and treat me You greet me and meet me with arms up So sweet when I speak, have a seat, it was deep I was sleep, now the god's up, hmm Upholding the fundamentals, while most of you boast a rental Focus on what's most essential, spit bars to provoke your mental Do I have your atendimento? While I clap these raps like thunders Look over your shoulder, boy, and wonder (Woo) [Chorus: Michael Jackson & Nikki Grier] Don't you know, baby? (Ooh, woah) Don't you know, baby? (Mhm, oh, yeah) Just look over your shoulders, honey Whenever you need me (When you need me) Just look— Just over your shoulders Whenever you need me (Whenever you need me) Just look over your shoulders, honey Yeah, you need me (Woo) Don't you know, baby? Don't you know, baby? Just look over your shoulders, honey Whenever you need me [Outro: Chris Rock & Michael Jackson] That's right He got catalog, you understand? (Just look— Just over your shoulders) This is the motherfucking human iPod out this motherfucker, okay? He can go all day (Go all day)