Lyrics:

[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 Ic12