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Intro: Q-Tip, |
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Phife Dawg, |
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Busta Rhymes |
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One two, one two |
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One-wa-wa-one, one two one two (3X) |
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Yo it's the |
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Q-Tip, you know |
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I get down |
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Yes I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound |
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It go One-wa-wa-one, one two one two (2X) |
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And it's the, |
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Phife Dawg, and |
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I do the same |
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And when it comes to rippin mics aiyyo it ain't no games |
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One-wa-wa-one, one two one two (2X) |
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Aiyyo you know it's |
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Busta Rhymes, ev-ery time |
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Oh yes, I'm comin wicked with the new design |
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I'm sayin |
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One-wa-wa-one, one two one two (2X) |
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Verse One: |
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Q-Tip MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes |
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Don't do the crime if you can't do the time |
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The time is eternal when you play with the miser |
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Soul is in my body, and the health make me wiser |
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The tantalizing wordplay yeah that's the joint |
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Sometimes |
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I have to cuss just to prove my damn point |
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Brothers need to come, with better, compositions |
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I write, and recite, to make, good position |
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In this, rap game here, we en-gineer |
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Stabbin up the jam yeah son shit's clear |
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And I be kickin rhymes in my own damn way |
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Beatin niggaz to the punch like |
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Sugar Ray |
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Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool |
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My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool |
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Peace to C- |
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Seventy-Three, and |
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C-Seventy- |
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Fo' Do a little somethin when |
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I'm out on tour |
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Comin thru like narcotics for the antibiotics |
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Flappin shorty's stockings to the |
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Space-like |
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Sprockets |
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What you really need to do is just boogie your ass |
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It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last |
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Let the good times roll, cuz we in control |
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Take you out on your high less you payin a toll |
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Let the good times roll, let the good times toll |
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Take you out on your high less you payin a toll |
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Verse Two: |
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Phife Dawg |
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Question Why is that, |
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MC's be wack |
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And major labels wanna sound like crap |
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Aiyyo Funk |
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Dat! Word to life |
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I'm comin rugged |
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Cuz once you add the hip to the hop kid, it equals out to love |
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If the beat's fat |
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I use it, some wack shit, |
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I lose it |
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Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks |
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Renuse it |
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Put down the mic kid, cuz you gets no dap |
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How long did it take for you to see you can't rap |
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The name is |
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Phife Dawg, and |
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I got nuff style |
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It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild |
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So bust what |
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I'm swingin what |
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I'm swingin when |
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I swing I rap when |
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I rap cuz |
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I never wanna sing |
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Go ask the last |
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MC what happened when he said battle |
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I bust his ass in |
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Cleveland now he's |
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Sleepless in |
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Seattle Rude bwoy official comin with the ill grammar |
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Comin back on kids, like |
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Joey Montana |
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We be the three |
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MC's to make your mind go batty |
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Mad play, on |
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WKRP in Cincinatti |
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So lord send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man |
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An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself |
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Cuz all deez bitin |
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MC's, lawd dem somethin else |
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See I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt |
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Money on my mind so never mind a trick |
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New York is the town and the team is the |
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Knicks World's greatest five footer rippin parties apart |
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Here comes |
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Shaheed with the big green shark |
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Never had to rhyme about feelin what with lead |
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NEVER MIND |
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DAT MON HE |
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RE COME DE |
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DREAD Verse |
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Three: Busta |
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Rhymes We comin farrrr farrrr farrrr |
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Busta Rhymes is comin farrrr farrr farr ya know ya hear me |
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Star! Bet your bottom dollah |
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Right after this jam about one million one two niggaz go follow |
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Whether it be to-day or to-morrow |
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Niggaz be collaboratin sickening you beat them like they father |
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Ohhhhh shit check out what |
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I saying Ah-hah ah-hah ohhhhh ah-hah ah-hah |
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You know my niggaz don't be playing |
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Once upon a mah-hah-hacking time |
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I received the opportuni-ties to represent my first rhymes |
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To define, lyrical sensations |
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Black masons blowin up the spot |
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Just to represent the |
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Nations Three dimensions, tryclops, |
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Mr. Busta |
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Rhymes three eyes |
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Fat like a burger and fries |
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Mama-so-mama-saa-mamma-ma-ko-sah |
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Go back to the country to go check my grandmama |
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Eeeyah!! Bring it to the table at the meetings |
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Gathering large receivings delivering intellectual ass beatings |
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As I carry on with my proceedings |
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Greetings!! |
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Watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings |
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But before |
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I be face to face with my eternal resting place |
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I hope you find civilized every soul and every race |
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Sit dog sit! |
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Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit! |
