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