"Let 'em know, back of the buildin', deliver the message, the temperature changin', they feelin' my presence, they broke and they frontin', now what to do with these peasants? Just kill all these niggas, send 'em back to the essence, so enough with the speculation and all of the guesses, you see I'm a blessin', niggas know I'm the freshest." - Busta Rhymes
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