[Chorus: Busta - singing]

Branded... scorned is the one who raaaan

What do you do when your branded? And you know you're a man.

Wherever you go, for the rest of your life

You must proooooove, you're a man



[Verse 1: Busta]

See now I'm back wit the force, read about the kid

from the front to the back of The Source

You see me back on the course

Scream on every beat untill my voice get crackled and horse

Front seat niggas never sit in the back wit a boss

Fuck the fact that it cost, the pricetag of the porche

Will cost ya life, have ya motha feel an immaculate loss

*Breath* But of course, come and speak to the best

And watch me spit a jewel sharper to carve the meat of your flesh

You lookin weak in the chest, you see the street is a test

Women on the stoop smokin holdin a seed to they breast

You see the street is a mess

Strugglin holdin a couple pounds of weed then the rest

Now I proceed to the rest of my niggas Keepin it fresh,

Though we must stay on the grind I supersceded the stress,

We always seem to finesse from the East to the West,

You Know we w-w-we keep the teflon from the street to the vest

Kill that nigga slow like how you get defeated in chess

Got you under pressure--hairline receaded effects

Hot air niggas I only feel the heat from your breath,

Rap niggas beef in they 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 the need to adress these weaker niggas

That speak to the street always keepin the people abreast

Now you've been branded...



[Chorus]



[Verse 2: Busta]

Higher science and I'm ch