I'm risin' like the vapors from the dank
Fuck the mirror in my pocket, had to break it for a shank
What you thank? Walk the plank, is my motherfuckin attitude
Right hand on the wheel, elbow out the window, leanin

to the latitude, actin rude can get you blown up, to'n up
But these teeny-boppers ain't gon' live to be a grown up
My motherfucker done got hisself into a spot
I got this nine, but it jam on every fifth shot

If we gon' do this, we could this, but I'm trippin off

the factor that these bastards put me through this

Nuttin ass tricks, gangin up on my homie

Now I gots to do some shit, to leave yo' kids lonely

The level of my life should be higher

Told E-Roc to jump in, and get up out the line of fire

Made a three point turn, as the three joints burned

off they lips, actin hard wit they face held firm

Calmly stated my acquaintance was no punk

You got a gat, I got a gat - now is you requestin funk?

They said no, E-Roc yelled, "Trick!!"

When we start the revolution all they probably do is snitch

Chorus: Boots

When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch

When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch

When WE start the revolution, all they, probably do is SNITCH!

..

When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch

When we start the revolution, all they probably do is snitch

When WE start this revolution, all they, probably do is SNITCH!

[Boots]

I used to work at Mickey D's

And to my old buster-ass manager, licky DEEZ

Had me workin on hands and knees, scrubbin grease

And in the summer with the oven on, it's hundred-ten degrees

I would despise flippin fries, I guess his bitch-ass

thought he was the shit, with his little red and gold tie

I asked him why I couldn't get mo' hours

He said it must be cause I lacked the mental powers

If I was smart then I would be in his position

I left his nose in a busted up condition

Only came back for my last check to pay me off

He told me then, that he wasn't gonna lay me off

Said I should quit and it would be to my enjoyment

I fell for it and couldn't get my unemployment

To ALL the managers, on ALL the shifts

When we start this revolution, all y'all probably do is snitch!

Chorus

..

[Boots]

Now hella my folks got respect for you, killa

Wit a raised black fist, and a pocket full of scrilla

Cap peelers want your autograph, say you know the path

But I do the math, my game bursts, like a bubble in the bath

Punk asses like you is just here for confusion

Be abusin rhetoric, and it's slightly amusin

You be cruisin all the networks, Ebony and Jet works

'long witcha efforts, now what's yo' net worth?

If you ain't talkin bout endin exploitation

Then you just another Sambo in syndication

Always sayin words that's gon' bring about elation

Never doin shit, that's gon' bring us vindication

And while we gettin strangled by the slave-wage grippers

You want to do the same, and say we should put you in business?

So you'll be next to the rulin class, lyin in a ditch

Cause when we start this revolution, all you probably do is snitch!

(snitch.. snitch.. snitch.. snitch..)

Chorus

[ragga chat]

Busterismology, we don't want it no sir

Come and take a look, come and take a look a little closer

Busterismology, it dangerous like cancer

Busterismology, it only fi bustas (2X)

[Pam the Funkstress]

Ye-ye-yeah-ye-ye-ye-yeah

This is the Pam the Funkstress

comin at you, on the microphone like thisss

About to break it down and let you know

what busterismology is all about

A buster is a motherfucker who will sell you out

for a glass of water when it's raining

Busterism is what busters do

And last but not least, busterismology

is the study of all these motherfuckers to learn

If you do not know, now you know

what busterismology is all about

Nine-eight (nine-eight) The Coup (The Coup)

Boots (Boots) and me Pam the Funkstress

(Pam the Funkstress)
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Busterismology Lyrics

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