文本歌词

Written by：Q-Tip/Phife Dawg/Busta Rhymes
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Yo it's the Q tip you know I get down
Yes I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound it go
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And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same
And when it comes to ripping Mics a yo it ain't no games
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A yo you know it's Busta rhymes every time
Oh yes I'm coming wicked with a new design I'm saying
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Emcees ain't coming equipped with the rhymes
Don't do the crime if you can't do the time
The time is eternal when you play with the miser
Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser
The tantalizing wordplay yeah that's the joint
Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point
Brothers need to come with better compositions
I write and recite to make good position
In this rap game here we engineer
Stabbing up the Jam yeah son sh*t's clear
And I be kicking rhymes in my own damn way
Beating niggas to the punch like sugar ray
Got the cool a** style that's cooler than the cool
My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool
Peace to C73 and C74
Do a little something when I'm out on tour
Coming through like narcotics for the antibiotics
Flap a shorty's pockets to the space like sprockets
What you really need to do is just boogie your a**
It's not gas we got to make the good times last
Let the good times roll cause we in control
Take you out on your hide less you paying a toll
Let the good times roll let the good times roll
Take you out on your hide less you paying the toll
Question why is that emcees be wack
And major labels wanna sign all that crap a yo funk that
Word to life I'm coming rugged
Cause once you add the hip to the hop kid it equals out to love
If the beat's fat I use it some wack sh*t I lose it
Refuse it how could you chose it it stinks remove it
Put down the mic kid cause you gets no Dap
How long did it take for you to see you can't rap
The name is Phife Dawg and I got Nuff styles
It doesn't take long for me to get buck wild
So bust what I'm swinging what I'm swinging when I swing
I rap when I rap cause I never wanna sing
Go ask the last emcee what happened when he said battle
I bust his a** in Cleveland now he's sleepless in Seattle
Rude Bwoy official coming with the ill grammar
Coming back on kids like Joey Montana
We be the three emcees that make your mind go batty
Mad play on WKRP in Cincinatti
So lord send a hand and if you can't send a hand send a man
And if you can't send a man come yourself
Cause all these biting emcees lord them something else
See I kick the styles that'll make your a** melt
Money on my mind so never mind a trick
New York is the town and the team is the knacks
World's greatest five footer ripping parties apart
Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark
Never had to rhyme about filling one with lead
Never mind that man here come the dread
We coming far far far
Busta rhymes is coming far far far you know you hear me star
Bet your bottom dollar
Right after this Jam about one million one two niggas gon' follow
Whether it be today or tomorrow
Niggas become aggravating sickening you beat them like they father
Oh sh*t check out what I'm saying
A ha a ha oh a ha a ha
You know my niggas don't be playing
Once upon a motherf**king time
I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes
To define lyrical sensations
Black masons blowing up the spot just to represent the nations
Three dimensions try clops Mr Busta rhymes three eyes
Fat like a burger and fries
Mama so mama SA mama Makossa
Go back to the country to go check my grand mama
Eeeyah bring it to the table at the meetings
Gathering large receiving delivering intellectual a** beatings
As I carry on with my proceedings
Greetings watch a ni**a debut on premier movie screenings
But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place
I hope you find civilized every soul and every race
Sit dog sit Busta rhymes forever on that ultrasonic sh*t