World Wide Chopper Lyrics - Busta Rhymes

(Turkey) 

[Ceza] 

Sen kalk, bir minik mikrofonunu getir (Get up, get your microphone) 

Bak jak burada mikrofonuna tak (Look, here is the jack, connect you mic) 

Kat kalem bir de ilham alnacak (And here is the paper and the pen, we're gonna get inspired) 

Tam gaz choppers, havada dman avna kalm (No stop Choppers are in the air, Let's hunt enemies) 

Akalm, haydi bu battle' kazanalm (Let's go, let's win this battle) 

(We started in the Midwest) 

(Now we 'bout to take it) 

(All over the world, baby!) 

(This is the pinnacle!) 

(Yeah, Tech N9ne!) 

[Tech N9ne] 

Follow me, all around the planet, I run the gamut on psychology 

They could never manage, we do damage wit' no apology 

Pick 'em out the panic, a little manic 'cause I gotta be 

Frantic, I'ma jam it 'cause I'm an oddity 

Down for the trackin' like I'm grabbin' at my binoculars 

I could pop at you, papa, 'cause I'm partners wit' Waka Flocka 

Gimme the top of hip-hop and watch 'im make 'em rock 

With a show-stopper, chakras poppin' off the (Worldwide Choppers) 

If you anybody, you notice it 

Tech is the pinnacle, now the ideal nickel solos it 

Little coders to pull again, wrote it quick and they quoted it 

Yo, when it exposed, the flow be hold it, 'cause when that motor spit 

A-bi-de-a, bi-de-a, never to get free of the rear 

Better to get just near the mirror, ready to get near my heirs 

Gimme the knock and I'ma chop it, he came and it went tomorrow 

But I'ma lock it down and hop in the pocket like empanadas 

Hit 'em up and get 'em up, I ain't done, I ain't did enough 

Trippin' when I rip it, I be the X when I split 'em up 

Sorta like I was liquored up and backin' up in the cup 

Everybody be knowin' I be actin' up when I buzz 

From Missouri to Canada, I be keepin' the stamina 

If you never been a fan of the man, the planet's unanimous 

Killa Kaz'll fuck anybody, Tech is calamitous 

Leave 'em in the dust, anybody, Tech when I'm standin' up 

Tech is hostile, he's awful 

He really be wicked when he off in the bottle 

You wit' it, you dig it, you never lost the apostle 

He sick and he give it the Poe and toss it, Picasso 

Killin' everybody off is the motto 

And I be the only chopper that's tossed in the brothel 

You said it's pathetic, my head is off in the taco 

I sped and you bled and you in the convo when I go 

[Hook] 

I'm light years 

Ahead of my peers 

Want some, you can come bring it right here 

Can't clown me 

Don't come 'round me 

Bow down, I was crowned when they found me 

(K.C.) 

[J.L.] 

Check it, I'm ahead of 'em, chop it up with the veteran 

A legend developin', they gotta tell 'im it's evident 

Gotta notice an elephant, none of you niggas relevant' 

You delicate, I'm lovin' every second of this 

(Denmark) 

[Uso - Tranlsation in brackets] 

De vil alle tjekke nr vi ligger det (They will all check it when we lay it) 

kommer ind og smkker det beatet jeg vkker det (coming in and smashing it beatet i'm waking it) 

i ved hvad der kommer ud af min mund (you know whats comming out of my mouth) 

hanger med de vildeste gutter (hanging with the coolest guys) 

det minder mig om vi stikker det af (it reminds me we stapping it (set on fire)) 

for de kalder mig alle vild worldwide chopper (cause they all call me wild worldwide chopper) 

(Alabama) 

[Yelawolf] 

What if I ran into you wit' a Pogo stick? 

Hopped up on top of you rappers like a Jehovah's Witness? 

Wit' a photo of Jesus and a paper pamphlet 

And I threw up more tracks like I was playin' Hamlet? 

Syllable burnin', that internal damage 

Swing, batter, batter, but then I lay back on a hammock 

Under an oak tree, like I was peelin' pecans 

But instead, I'm peelin' rappers' heads, makin' a sam-a-wich 

Think I'ma turn into and put a bullet inside of a 

Motherfucker from Westside, a 1987 box 

I'm headed up, yeah, headed for bucks 

Fuck 'em all, make 'em feel my dread like I had a head of locks 

Feelin' rebuffed, like you had that shot 

But I hopped on the fuckin' beat and I worldwide chopped 

Wanna I fuck wit' Tech N9ne, well, then fine 

I smoke a beat wit' Mr. Busta Rhymes, well, sure, why not? 

Really don't need to show any more of my cock 

But I run across the stadium in a pair of your socks 

In a trenchcoat wit' the pencil and a watch 

Then drop a verse before you can focus to beat the clocks 

Slumerican is out of control 

Heat it up, beat it up, then I gotta go 

But I'm a dump truck, just send another load 

Peter Piper dump a pile of peppers in your throats 

Wit' an alien probe 

[Hook] 

I'm light years 

Ahead of my peers 

Want some, you can come bring it right here 

Can't clown me 

Don't come 'round me 

Bow down, I was crowned when they found me 

Twista! (Chicago) 

[Twista] 

Like I gotta focus up in my rhythm 

Or loosen the venom and hit 'em and give 'em astig-a-ma-tism 

And then I'ma spit 'em somethin' so full of vengeance 

That everybody'll wanna devour the pieces of my enemies 'cause of cannibalism 

Breakin' 'em off into particles, they get in a predicament 

That be never reversible 'cause a nigga be too versatile 

Makin' you nervous, you could never compete with the colonel 

I burn you, I'm an immortal, and that's the reason I murder you 

Focus on my hocus pocus and make a likkle magic 

After I wreck and check ya, then ya best pick a better habit 

'Cause I'm an anomaly, able to give a lobotomy 

To any motherfucker challengin' my astronomy 

Hoppin' out, I don't stop when the flame stone 

Now one of the most popular choppers and my name's known 

Throwin' it up in the air, takin' it there 

We W-W-C, if you can't keep up, shoulda stayed home 

My-my-my alien knowledge be makin' other astronomers 

Welcome to Los Angeles, a discovery of palentology 

So play me and I'ma be shinin' on them haters 

I'm finna be usin' it as energy, watch how radiant I'ma be 

Like a helicopter when the words fly 

Entire families all the way out to you girl die 

If I catch you fuckin' with the most intricate lyricists 

Or even try to stop us 'cause we choppers and we worldwide 

And I'm 

[Hook] 

I'm light years 

Ahead of my peers 

Want some, you can come bring it right here 

Can't clown me 

Don't come 'round me 

Bow down, I was crowned when they found me 

(New York) 

[Busta Rhymes] 

See how they ask when I'ma stomp on my dude 

And when I'ma cock it and pop it, and what I'ma drop on my dude 

Inevitably, instead I'ma be the most incredible dude 

To ever spit on the record and put it together, my dude 

And then they ask "What in the world is you provin'? 

What, when you already the best? And what the hell is he doin'?" 

Well, I'ma be choppin' and cuttin' and breakin' and beatin' and shakin' 

And fuckin' everything up 'til there ain't no further mistakin' 

And bustin' everything up like a fuckin' angry Jamaican 

And shuttin' everything up, 'specially the ones who be hatin' 

They lovin' everything until I got 'em stutterin' stupid 

You hear 'em now? "D-d-d-d-don't do-do-do-do it! 

P-P-P-Please? Wh-wh-wh-why you gotta t-try us? 

W-w-w-w-we already know that you be the nicest!" 

And now I'ma come and kill 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, and finish 'em 

And bang 'em in the head and diminish 'em, and then I'll 

Hit 'em again at a minimum, repeat comin' to kill 'em 

Then he be gotta be drillin' 'em, thinkin' "They gotta be feelin' 'im!" 

Spittin' lithium, see the way a nigga be spillin' 'em? 

And gettin' 'em stupid to the point where there's no forgivin' 'im? 

Hopin' you're listenin' and you're payin' attention 

And you're witnessin' the way that I be crushin' on the mic 

And gettin' in the zone, I be flattenin' and packin' in 

People from the front to the back and 

They got me actin' a fool, I'm blackin', nigga 

Now I'm home! 

[Hook] 

I'm light years 

Ahead of my peers 

Want some, you can come bring it right here 

Can't clown me 

Don't come 'round me 

Bow down, I was crowned when they found me 

(Kansas City) 

[D-Loc] 

make (something) retire instantly 

I'm choppin', don't call me Michael Myers in my vicinity 

The way I be killin' 'em with rhythm, it get illegitimate 

The Yela will finish and end any predicament 

And the enemies in the vicinity, I gotta mack up 

They know they can never get wit' me whenever they mention me 

The hands of a lyrical criminal, more deadly than chemicals 

Check my resume, they say that your boy's biblical 

(California) 

[Twisted Insane] 

..I dead 'em, I set 'em, and you can feel me 

Diggin' up in your brain and bringin' the pain, and y'all fin' wanna kill me 

Fillin' 'em with that fury, get up and hurry, you can feel the Remy 

Comin' in wit' that shit, I'm havin' a fit, and you will never peel me 

I feel you when I'm on top of you, look at the W 

You been poppin' off, I'ma hit 'em up wit' a bullet to the (Brain!) 

You can look into the eyes of a heathen, breathin', you're fiendin' 

And dreamin' to find a demon, I'm insane, I'm a worldwide (Chopper) 

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