Текст песни Prelude To The Truth

(Intro)
Yea yea yea
Busta boss, is you with me?
There’s just one thing I wanna say
J-Doe, is you with me?
There’s just one thing I wanna say
Tiger Woods, is you with me?
There’s just one thing I wanna say
Fizzy Woa is you with me?
There’s just one thing I wanna say
Yea, Rose is you with me?
Uh, Strong Al is you with me?
Lou Young is you with me?
What goes around comes back around again
Quiet Stall is you with me?
What goes around comes back around again
Conglomerate is you with me?

(Verse)
Here goes the Villian and you know we don’t fake uh
If it ain’t dead presidents he don’t chase it
Laying in the Bentley or swerving in the Benzy
2 tone chain, black and white spot McKenzie
These mashed potato niggas all mushy
At the round table, with each other paying footsy
Tryina style on me, play me like I’m Crooked
But revenge is the sweetest joy, next to getting pussy
Now I’m laying in the yard with that Mack 10
When I’mma fire, shooters with me, John Paxton
Son as they pulled up the car made a back spin
Transformed a black man into Mike Jackson
Skin all white like at Michael Busta Rhymes - Prelude To The Truth - http://ru.motolyrics.com/busta-rhymes/prelude-to-the-truth-lyrics.html
Fuck nigga, life is a cycle
How you drive your mom in a hearse
If my 38 special revolve round your earth

(Hook)
What goes around comes back around again
What goes around comes back around again
What goes around comes back around again
What goes around comes back around again

(Verse)
They say what goes around come back around
They used to laugh at me for rappin but who laughing now? (you)
They see me stylin on the TV and the magazines
Which only mean one thing (what?) Stephan Green
I flow on fire like I lit it up with gasoline
But so inspired by no limit, now I’m Master Pete
At least that’s what these hoes call me
But that’s because I’m balling with no spall yap
My style is similar to no other
I’m down and get it, word to my mother
You need to find most of dealing let me call it cuz I’m burnin shit down year round til summer
For those who never heard me before
Welcome to the fan club with J-Doe
Never in the box, always chains froze
And I won’t stop til I’m on top, let’s go

(Hook)
What goes around comes back around again
What goes around comes back around again
What goes around comes back around again
What goes around comes back around again