One Two S**t [*]

One two, one two One one, one two one two Yo it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down Yes I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound It go One one, one two one two And it's the, Phife Dawg, and I do the same And when it comes to ripping mics hey yo it ain't no games One one, one two one two Hey yo you know it's Busta Rhymes, ev-ery time Oh yes, I'm coming wicked with the new design I'm saying One one, one two one two MC's 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 shit's clear And I be kicking rhymes in my own damn way Beating niggas to the punch like Sugar Ray Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool Peace to C-Seventy-Three, and C-Seventy-Fo' Do a little something when I'm out on tour Coming through like narcotics for the antibiotics Flapping shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets What you really need to do is just boogie your ass It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last Let the good times roll, cause we in control Take you out on your high less you paying a toll Let the good times roll, let the good times toll Take you out on your high less you paying a toll Question Why is that, MC's be wack And major labels wanna sound like crap, hey yo Funk that! Word to life I'm coming rugged Cuz once you add the hip to the hop kid, it equals out to love If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks Refuse it Put down the mic kid, cuz 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 buckwild So bust what I'm swinging what I'm swingin when I swing I rap when I rap cause I never wanna sing Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle I bust his ass in Cleveland now he's Sleepless in Seattle Rude boy official coming with the ill grammar Coming back on kids, like Joey Montana We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty Mad play, on WKRP in Cincinnati So lord send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself Cause all deez biting MC's, lawd them something else See I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt Money on my mind so never mind a trick New York is the town and the team is the Knicks World's greatest five footer ripping parties apart Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark Never had to rhyme about feelin what with lead NEVER MIND DAT MON HERE COME DE DREAD We coming far far far Busta Rhymes is coming far far far Ya know ya hear me Star! Bet your bottom dollah Right after this jam about one million one two niggaz go follow Whether it be to-day or to-morrow Niggas be collaborating sickening you beat them like they father Oh shit check out what I saying You know my niggas don't be playing Once upon a hacking 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, tryclops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes Fat like a burger and fries Go back to the country to go check my grandmama Bring it to the table at the meetings Gathering large receivings delivering intellectual ass beatings As I carry on with my proceedings Greetings!! Watch a nigga 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 shit!