Who composed the song “Conglomerate” by Busta Rhymes?

The song “Conglomerate” by Busta Rhymes was composed by Dwayne Carter, Bernard Jr Edwards, Jason Phillips, Trevor Smith, Dwayne Michael Carter.

Conglomerate

Dwayne Carter, Bernard Jr Edwards, Jason Phillips, Trevor Smith, Dwayne Michael Carter

Most people would consider this illegal

Since we are the best and
You'd agree with me right, no need to debate
The way we run shit
See we're kind of like the government
So just respect my conglomerate
Just respect my conglomerate
Just respect my conglomerate
Just respect my conglomerate
Just respect my conglomerate

It's Busta Rhymes and I'm back with the
Crack and the thugs and the drugs
A nigga's black, oh, the best to do
It, we only deal with the facts, bitch
Blazing that I'm so amazing
On the tracks, bitch, bounce of them
And I jump and I skip and I hop
And I flip over niggers' like gymnastics
Hey watch the way and I'm
Giving the streets acid, bastards
Niggers' know I'm the king of the classics
Drastic measures
I'm spreading like a rash bitch
Class is in session
Uou're about to get your ass kicked
Emperor of every round table of the house
And when I speak
Niggers' respect me as leader
Of the councilman
God rap, God persona, God scrilla
God body in the flesh, call me Godzilla
Now you know, you see we
Be the most prominent, dominant niggers'
Respect my conglomerate

Young Money's in charge, yes
It´s Lil' Wayne but the moneys enlarged
Priorities, Young Money and God
Now they want to know how I
Be getting money on Mars
Because I'd be getting paid like
Out of this world, hip hop is a bitch
And I´m proud of this girl
When the sharks come, see how the fish curl
This is my game, you gon' need a referral
I know more about tree than squirrel
Me no talk much but the heat so verbal
Brand New Marc Jacobs
Pink coat's thermal, gun's outside
Of the gear external, i´m so fly
Ya´ll still at the terminal
I´ll put you in the dirt
Just because I see the worm
In you, Dirty South, bitch, admire
And acknowledge it and
Respect my conglomerate

I tell them, 'Hold up, swoll' up
You ain't see us rollin up'
See them broads froze up
Soon door's open up, hey ladies
You're liking what you
See, American gangster, my strap's European
Came wit a scope, got a Navy feel so I can
Ambush niggas like the Navy Seals
My defensive line lookin
Like some linebackers, most six cars
The other half's car jackers
Ballers' with them things, yeah
We call them contractors and if
You're in boys right
Then they might contract you
Forty cal's looking sweet
On them honeycomb seats, just like Cassie
My Sean John's freak
Get you what you want, just
Not that deep, yet, thirteen will split
Got them A Rod seats, two for the Madonna
The A Rod freak
You know I've brought the whole
So we're A Rod deep

Workers, bosses, Ferrari's, Porches
Dope fiends' nauseous, crack spot losses
Race track horses
Big meetings at the round table to
Discuss what the cost is
Money changes you, devils, angels
We're the ones who say what you can
And what you can't do, respect, power
Kush, sour, haze, airy, pills, powder
Gangsters', varmints, ice garments, don shit
Real niggers' who I get it on with
When I'm around
My colleagues ain't comfortable
They've all got a sick with my
Verses for a month or two
Wrong nigga to have a problem with
The blade first then the bullet gon' follow
It, if you're lucky, i might hollow it
D Block, just respect my conglomerate

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