Contact Blitz

Keep on, you gotta keep on
You gotta keep on, keep on
Keep on, you gotta keep on
You gotta keep on, keep on
Busta

You gots to keep on it, that break-a-dawn shit
Smoke the cancer stick, and you don't quit
You'll never never know the whole no tour vic
Known as F.X. the O.E. alcoholic
I still get payed sums, I write albums
Sip the purp rums, loop the broke drums
Stunts get down thumbs, I think of stunts with dunce
My rap label mates, they all smoke blunts
Went on this tour once, Bus was loco
From Albuquerque to like Acapulco
See, it was Lord J, Sadat, Alamo
Busta and myself, in the back with the whole O.Z
Deep in Cali near the valley where it seldom rains
Test is the best to all except cells in the brain
And if you ever did, God forbid you did
Get on that bus, you be with Red Eye, Sadat and Kid
Word to the iz, had the whole crew relaxin'
Boogie Brown with the box, boomin' new tracks
And, Bus wants a stogie, he told Sub to ask Jinco
He had one more, to bust 'em down, now
I peeped at Alex askin' Baby Chris about the backdrop
To finish blacktop, damn I hate that flat top
Just then the bus driver had the nerve and
Said stop the smoke, 'cause we be curvin' and swervin'
He popped junk like a seasick sailor would fuss
Not like we got top bumps like on that De La bus
This was a Greyhound, the budget wasn't over most low budget
So fuck it, let the motherfucker overdose
We puffed his luck, he wasn't bullshittin'
The next L was litten and hittin', so now he quittin'
We couldn't stand to stay in San Jose
And plus we had a show in L.A. that same day
He said he'd take us down, but he had to take us down
For five yards, between the guards that's Mike Trike
Mad heads to make mad frowns, no mic like
Bitch ass bus driver, wanna bring his wife, wife and all
Ready to hitchhike, a six-four with one switch
Plus he sent no bitches on the bus except for his one bitch
Niggas got edgy like a knife
Dedicatin' niggas for life to my man and his wife
You might think that's the pits, 'cause gangs was the shit
But only one week and countin' 'til the show at the Ritz

And you don't quit, 'til the last Phillie is lit
You get a buzz bus driver off the contact blitt
And you don't quit, 'til the last Phillie is lit
You get a buzz bus driver off the contact blitt

You don't quit, that old Phillie shit
Word up, niggas don't know
The mad junkies in the house
Niggas gettin' ill down, the whole shit
Word up
Hit that shit, hit that shit, hit that shit
Niggas know how we go
Fucked up before every show
That's how we do, out