Busta Rhymes :: It Ain't Safe No More... :: J Records
as reviewed by Mr. S

In an era when hip hop is clogged with phony thugs wearing throwback jerseys, pinwheel hats doing their best Jay-Z rendition, thank God we have MCs like Busta Rhymes to come through and break the monotony. Ever since he exploded on the scene with the smash hit "Woo Hah" in 1996, Busta Rhymes has taken the industry by storm, dropping a platinum album every year since (minus 1999) and hitting us with some of the biggest (and best) hip hop hits of recent memory in that time span, and he's always done it his own way. Year after year, Busta blesses his loyal fanbase with a new flavor; none of his albums sound exactly like the one before it, but at the same time he does not stray so far from his roots as to alienate his fanbase. With It Ain't Safe No More, Busta continues this trend; he's still Busta Bus, but with yet another new twist.

One of the noticeable differences from last year's Genesis is that this album is more conceptual. While the majority of the last album was spent with Busta depending on banging beats and his flows to captivate the listener while not relying much on lyricism or "relevant" subject matter, he takes a slightly more serious approach on this one. Busta is still more Flava Flav than Chuck D, and spends the majority of the album proving this, but there are at least 3 entire tracks that could qualify as "conscious", while there weren't really any cuts like that on Genesis.

The first song on the album is the title track, Dilla (the artist formerly known as Jay Dee... not to be confused with Jermaine Dupri) provides the sick, sonic sounds of the beat and Busta proclaims that he's taking the game back. Fairly typical subject matter for an opening track on the modern rap album I know, but the beat is insane and Busta tears it down, so how can anyone really complain?

On the DJ Scratch produced "Branded", Busta drops some lyrics about the state of the world, basically. Topics ranging from the struggles in the streets to the weakenening state of hip hop, Busta tears it down: "Rap niggas beefin, their album probably needed the press / And as a man, I never found the slightest need to impress / Another man, because I'm proud and I believe that I'm blessed / But yo I always found a need to address / These weaker niggas and speak to the streets, keeping the people abreast".

Of course, it wouldn't be a Busta Rhymes album without some uptempo party starters to wild out to. Enter the Neptunes produced burner "Call The Ambulance", a song that will be a surefire hit if it is released as a single. Nobody is more skilled in making joints like this than Busta, who warns on the hook that when this song hits the club, you'd better "Call an ambulance to come and pick up your people".

Busta proves he can make a more subdued style of club joint as well on joints like "We Gonna Do It To Ya" and the lead single "Make It Clap", which I'm sure everyone has already heard by now. Songs dedicated to sexual adventures like "Taste It" and "Hey Ladies" are balanced by grimy joints like "What Up", "Turn Me Up Some", "Riot", and "Hop".

One of the best things about this album is that it there is only one small dip. There is no song that is out and out wack, in fact the vast majority album is dope, but the two songs that I see myself skipping ("Hey Ladies" and "I Know What You Want") are back to back; other than that, the album is basically a straight through listen. For an album with 18 songs, this is quite impressive. And it certainly closes with a bang.

The last official song, "Till It's Gone" is produced by Wu-Tang affiliate Tru Master, who hits Busta with a beat that sounds straight off Ghostface Killahs's "Supreme Clientele" (this is a good thing, by the way). The vocal sample is very nicely used, and is probably the deepest joint on the album, with Busta making observations about life and how we too often take things for granted. Following this up is the "Make It Clap Remix", a bonus cut that is a dancehall remake of the original. The beat remains the same, but Busta and Sean Paul trade reggae style verses and as "same beat" remixes go, this is a worthy addition to the album.

Bottom line, the album is vintage Busta. Once again, he has switched up his style slightly enough so that this does not sound like any of his other albums, yet simultaneously stayed true to himself. The same people who sent his other albums platinums will do the same with this one; Busta is who he is, and fans of Busta Rhymes will enjoy this album. You don't buy a Busta Rhymes album for incredible lyricism or to hear him dropping knowledge; you buy a Busta Rhymes album for banging beats, sick flows, and a change of pace from a mainstream scene that is often dull and formulaic. When Busta does hit us with some sick lyrics and knowledge, it's icing on the cake. But first and foremost, Busta Rhymes is still about staying true to one of the forgotten values of hip hop: having a good time. Busta, more than anything, goes into the studio and makes music to put a smile on peoples face and make them bop their head. Once again, he has succeeded in this.

Music Vibes: 8.5 of 10 Lyric Vibes: 7.5 of 10 TOTAL Vibes: 8 of 10

Originally posted: November 29, 2002

incredible

see ya Moz

how r u my friend?
where r u chillin at?
plenty of shit to discuss...

kormega, this sh!t is not about one page - the whole topic is banned (F#@K!). i guess the best way to talk in daytime is www.streetlife.ru > forum > 3rd English battle

yo
wher yal at?

VERY BAD
ПИШИТЕ АЦТОЙ ХОТЬ И ПО-АНГИЙСКИ, ЕСЛИ БЫ ВЫ ТАКОЕ ПО-РУССКИ НАПИСАЛИ ТО ВАС БЫ ПОНЯЛИ ВСЕ БОЖИ И ОПУЩЕНЦЫ ФОРУМА, А ТАК ПРОСТО ПРОДОЛЖАЙТЕ ТУПИТЬ ПО-ИНГЛИШУ, МЕНЯ НЕ ПРИКАЛОЛО АЦТОЙ ВАШИ ТЕКСТЫ, ПЕРЕВЕЛ ВСЕ, ПОЛНАЯ ЛАЖА

@ boristheFake


сомневаюсь, ты тупой пингвин



куда тебе до таких, чмо обоссанное

валих нах

yo yo fellaz

wod tha fuck? where yall the fuck at?

fuckin weird
Mega, u dead n shit?

'mega is on that nas forum - constatly, i'm f@cking tired of NOT battling in English. any ideas? ;)

hey dog!!!
gimme Nas's forum link first!!!

den come to trshady.....n les start a friendly battle,,,aitt????

nasforum.conforums.com
trshady is mostly banned by my work server, so can't really particiapte there =(

Is there sumbudy fuckin wit u except Mozzy?
No pinky ring when im lookin at you closely
Shit youre a weak ass poor ass gangstaz
Don’t even mind that you’re fake sea lobsters

Shimmy-shimmy ya dropping heat on your head
You aint shit, shit on you as I said
Spend all your free time jerkin in bed
Watchin some porno, spinnin a thread

Don’t even think that you are Biggaz Jiggaz
East-westside killas, fuckin dope dealaz
Tell you one time you stinkin durty gorillaz
We’re the realest niggaz, u cant feel uz…

Hommie - that was kinda general. Calling out me?

oh no, how can i? :D

Lets stomp!

stomp who? ;)

each other i guess...
is there anyone else here?

или я ослеп нах?

lol
aight, i'm up to it. set it off then :horosho:

Les’t start to talk let me show you my teeth
Damn, take a breathe, relax, be cool, sit down on my kneez
For real I’ma tell you some tails from South Seas
What? You’re a gurl, oh, excuse me miss…

My dick misses your ass like D-mouse miss a cheese
Mozzy you moss on the ass of vis-à-vis
Chris is Ludacris, Mozzy is clitoris, yeah!, Itz a bliss
Uhu, sassy bitch, can I squeeze your fake titz?

Don’t be upset, ima durty preset
Using a vest on the east side of Brest
Frosted az ice-cream, I represent
Muggy and ugly raw style in my chest

You lost in the suburbs of my twisted mind
Here ima king and you never find
Out how can I play you like kid playz the ball
Your strength if it was, now is gone … kick the wall

ra-ta-tah! :B)

Look, this “king” claims he's now in the house
Well, i don't look a gift horse in the mouth
Show me your teeth? Fella, Christ f@cking please!
You're ridiculous beyond any belief
Hommie, who said you're frosted?
I'd say you're Madonna-type “frozen”
Tons of rhymes I am hosing
You're posing, your rhymes reek of poison
What i have for you here is glaciers and icewater
You're frozen like Rick & Raekwon
Front on me – it's manslaughter
Wanna play with my balls? Nasty boy, oh behave!
Many knaves dug their graves
Thinking Mozzy won't slay
Since when are you an MC? You're a pansy boy
Don't tempt me
I'll wrench you for the sake of the Motherland
And later claim it's all patriot games like Tom Clancy
Opposing me you get dwarfed by comparison
Every barrack in the garrison knows you're a courtesan
Having it both ways from both Germans AND partisans
They call me Mr. I-Have-To-Look-Up-His-Words
You're so pathetically helpless, it probably hurts
Tuck in your skirt – it impedes your retreat
Naw, second thought –
Pull it down, your clit sags so low it needs to be hid
“Hommie”? That's one gotdamn typo!
“Homo” 's more likely, so yeah b!tch
Just come bite me!

kaboom-kaboom! =)

lol.
Mozzy, u killed it!!!
nice rhymin, bruv

what can i say every bitch i slay...

awesome, but wait...

Word to ya motha Mr I-have-to-shut-a-fuck-up-my-hole
Code red to ya head, I spit on your ball
Peak of Khan-Tengri straight in your crack
You better prepare, it’s a Big Dick attack


>For the sake of the Motherland< hold it got damn
What do you think, you’re a hero? A Man?
Hell naw punk ass pussy, you stuck in your shit
Don’t say a word or you’ll be fuckin dead

Red mudafuca, head smashed like tomato
Wuda fuck is u talking about army shit, u retardo?
Bordeaux is my water, mommy’s milk that u suckin
Hommie iz busy, he jus cant stop fuckin

With oldurtymozzy your rhymez are cozy
With fuzzy vagina, you never stop me
Wuss, come and get me, shoot me or hate me
Naturally, suckaz like you jus can’t stand me…

Boyaka-boyaka! >:D

lol....sorta collective mutual homicide
lmao

lol

dunno why thought real G's drink Henessy....


MEGA LOL

so it can't be other shit like Crystal? like Courvousier? like Alizee?
shame on a wigga, who calls himselv a nigga, if you think that g's sips only Gennezee...

so cmon and give me sum shit in your style...
say whutu say,

fuck u faggit
u finkin u need ta meddle wif my shit or somin?

imma pow u ral quick

lol

u fukin talkin tu much!
like a bitch with climax...

show yourselv, u stinkin hoe

blakka-blakka-piow ;)

Now, what IS this?
Some b!tch trying hard to get busy
Lord be my witness, i'll dispatch him with quickness
For instance:
Is 16 lines all you're worth in this business?
Busta, peep this – you ain't 4x4
You're a push-cart with gimmicks
Yeah I'm talking to you, clown
I killed Kennedy, I killed Kenny
And I'm coming straight to your town
I'll be funny with it
Embarrass you with extraterrestrial sh!t
Like Alf did
Then smear mustard inside your eyelids
Now THAT'S violence
And what you're trying to claim
Is nonsense, I'm the bloody consequence
Of talking too much crap too loudly
Your whole style's eclectic
Like the buildings of Gaudi
Now take a dip, coward
Cuz now you can't scat proudly
You sound like a lucy, but the last name's not ford
You can't match the atmosphere
It's more like a pussy
Too much homo-content in rhymes
What?
Trying to be the sign of the times?
Want to feature with Zaitsev on MY3-TB?
Sparring with you is quite useless, you see
You're like Lil' Bow Wow over Casio –
I'm more like GZA over Prefuse 73
Talking 'bout “stop you”? Damn you sloppy!
I'll call you “3.5 inch faggot Hommy”
Why?
Ask the floppy midget friend in your pants
Cuz you can't even copy
i don't care if Marseille is your bread
Bwoy you better off dead!!
Amd my last message to follow:
Read my signature, wanxta...

1
luv

to bitch ass hommie

aiiit bitch u want it


motherfucker i warned 1 time to stay away (from me)
u didnt listen, now it gon be a replay n lyrical slay
wot stompin u be talkin about wif dem raps so wack?
u's a a never-to-be MC who i gon' shank ryt in ya fuckin back
wot dem crappy raps u posted, tryna shoot in Mozzy's face
u so weak, im ill like Bizzare, imma destroy ya whole pace
laughin at ur manner to post in dem lousy quarters
if u had any, i wouldov fucked ur whole family n all ya daughters
i was real fast in dessectin ya raps, it's hollow, worse of the crimes
u trampled and dismantled lyk Immortal did in 1 of his rhymes

the same shit it was 4 month ago=)))same shit

n wat's u want it be, chump?

shit never changes it's...eternal=))

if do, try to express yourself right..lol

what eternal shit u be talkin about, dawgg???

u smokin pot or somin?

we r all mortal n shit wiil stay even after our death=)

capiche?

capisco

buchu wack anyways

lol

While I was out you filled up the spot
With dirty shit, how could you drop
Faeces like that, fuckin putos, Carlitos
Yall Vitas Sistaz, loosers and cheataz

Go sing for moment, taste sum vanilla
Hommie the Masta for you he’s da Killa
Holla for reala, my CATerpilla
Crushin you sluggardz, like G-O-Dzilla

I’ll cut off your dildo, that you call “a dick”
And feed you with it, like all man feeds a chick
Click-click – is your shit against mine, you’re a prick
Brick is the method, and I’ll be damn quick

Now don't keep it secret whatchall gon do?
Ya don’t fuckin scare me, I’ve got a gun too
Suckaz and bitchaz bus slugz at me first
Don’t make the bad thingz be even worse

First, bitch, my rhyme fly as fast as sun shine
Tearing your flesh, breakin your spine
Hommie-cide playin tight with your cheap little lives
Packed a chainsaw, some needles, and big bloody knife

wuts-wuts-wuff! :P

jeez, do you want me to react to your last one, or was if for the benefit of demise? ;)

Straight in tha d-mice’s stinkin mouth

Soundz like you died 3 times already
Smells like a pussy filled with spaghetti
You durty mouse betta be ready
I aint greedy for making bitch steady

Laughing at me, ima knock out your teeth
Toothbrush for your granny, go find a dentist
Mice will be mice, mice like a dice
Tell us you breakin all stylez of all types?
And now what’s tha matter, the balls that you lickin
Rolling away, and you runnin, you sneakin

Snitchin and bitchin, weepin and pissin
Lines that you crossin, don’t know what you messin
With whom youre fuckin, your head is missin
Your ass is missin, now who you dissin?

Eating your corpse is my favorite pleasure
Don’t have a squad but I can make a pressure
Proudly present all my nature in measure
You’ll be a sucker, not my contender…

accordin to tha wordz, i think it was for all tha catz, that was jus sneakin around... actin like a jacalz... :)

ahem... i don't feel like i'm sneaking around, so i'll just ignore that, unless you wish otherwise ;) btw, if icq's your tool, do find me there @ 24228927

lmao....
dice n mice rhyme + em mentions on my nickname are so cheap n show thatchu pack of meat n cant rap for shit wotsoeeva


betta eat my dick, faggit...

d-mice you still bitchin, nuttin at all from you
only dirty mud and dust... youngsta... go play dolls...

straight up ya mouth crack hommie

How many times can we say that we don't consort with gangstars?
We're not packin toast, nor chainsaws, n we hate them wankstars
You probably mistakin us with somebodyelse
I don't need no heat to make you take a shit on yourself
I dont know who 'bus slugs' at your direction
It's so brutal to shoot up a goofy, who was too early n had to get out c-section
Never knew that you had so exquisite taste
Treatin your bitch's pussy with noodles 'stead of puttin it into the waste
Didn't get what you ment with a toothbrush for my granny
You so incoherent, i can own you like a nice juicy fanny
You loose-tongue coward, n you definitely don't have a crew
Cozz whenever beef's sparkin, u end up shittin n locked up in the loo
For real i cannot make fun of you and cannot be your contender
i don't battle mentally challenged who are pretender

@ bitch ass hommie


leave ya lil pencil n go, boy...
u dont want it wif us

Ooooh! The heat's on, onlookers shiver
Who's next to be gone and who can deliver?
Who's the man and who's a diva?
Mozzy's tripple-extra-clever
Like OutKast: "Forever-ever?!"
I'm the raven with "nevermore"
Like Edgar Poe, but who's tha ho'?
Lo and behold! My rhymes cast in gold
Your lines - never told, and your story untold
Who's to fold? I'm too old for that
Call me a lyrical vet, cuz i'm not finished yet
Who should i bet on? And who'll get wet?

argh, i ma tu lazy for reading dis
jus tell me was happenin?

эЙЙЙ а ты типо из блатных парней чё уставился веселей вступит бит лижите хуй бодрей! как говорица ты папа а хули залез сюда тебе чёго то надо хочешь нервов спров пустых и сраных разговоров?
так сьебись от сюда тебя не звали, мы с моими поцаками все твой РОТ ебали
так что не кесли и подумай куда ставишь свои слова и на кого бычишь!

fuck outta here, u bitch