Intro: Q-Tip, Phife Dawg, 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 Q-Tip, you know I get down
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Yes I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound
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It go
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One-wa-wa-one, one two one two (2X)
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And it's the, Phife Dawg, and 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 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: Q-Tip
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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 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 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-Seventy-Three, and C-Seventy-Fo'
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Do a little somethin when 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 Space-like 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: Phife Dawg
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Question
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Why is that, MC's be wack
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And major labels wanna sound like crap
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Aiyyo Funk Dat!
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Word to life 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 I use it, some wack shit, I lose it
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Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks 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 Phife Dawg, and 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 I'm swingin what I'm swingin when I swing
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I rap when I rap cuz I never wanna sing
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Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle
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I bust his ass in Cleveland now he's Sleepless in Seattle
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Rude bwoy official comin with the ill grammar
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Comin back on kids, like Joey Montana
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We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty
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Mad play, on 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 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 Knicks
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World's greatest five footer rippin parties apart
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Here comes 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 DAT MON HERE COME DE DREAD
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Verse Three: Busta Rhymes
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We comin farrrr farrrr farrrr
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Busta Rhymes is comin farrrr farrr farr
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ya know ya hear me Star!
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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
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you beat them like they father
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Ohhhhh shit check out what I saying
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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 Nations
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Three dimensions, tryclops, Mr. Busta 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!! Watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings
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But before 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!
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One Two Shit
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