*Phone rings*
Busta: Yeah what up?
Clive Davis: Hey Busta!
Busta: Yo what up Clive?
Clive: Busta, look, the time is right now.
Busta: Ok.
Clive: You got a ridiculous album...
Busta: Right.
Clive: ...it's hot to death...
Busta: Thank you.
Clive: ...we just gotta press it up, and hit the streets.
Busta: No doubt.
Clive: Busta? I've got some words of advice.
Busta: And what's that Clive?
Clive: Keep it gutter, keep it grimey.
Busta: No question.
Clive: One.
Busta: Ha, one? Clive Davis, ya'll. One. Haha. No question. Let's get straight to it.
Well Busta Rhymes! It's been a long time since you've had a good talkin' to. And the last time I gave you my blessings, I told you, you was gonna encounter a lot of niggas, and bitches, tryin' to get into your shit. Well, you've come a long ways since me, the badass dude paid you a visit. And even up to this point, you ain't seen shit yet! From what I understand, you done built you a brand new home. So this time around, before you welcome these motherfuckers in yo' shit, make sure they know the rules! Rule #1! Busta Rhymes is your name! And breakin' motherfuckers down is your game! Rule #2! As you continue to give it to 'em raw, before they come into yo' house, make sure they wipe they feet at the mothafuckin' door! Rule #3! Before these niggas misconceive you as a pranksta, make sure these motherfuckers RESPECT yo' gangsta! Now moving right along, as you enter this new place in your growth, like I told ya before, keep slapping dick in the mouths of these bitches that don't wanna act right! And put a hot one in any mothafucker that tries to get in the way of this power move shit right here! Alright, Busta, enough with the shit talkin'. Let's welcome these mothafuckas into THE Genesis. Let's go! Let's go, let's go, let's go!
