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[Intro: Busta
I always wanted to rhyme on shit
Yea... La La La La
La La... I always wanted to sing that

1: Busta Rhymes]
Yo, when i with the excitement
a baby when they speak they first words
So compelling when i speak can even burst
Skyscraper rhymes flying like the bird
Penthouse view I help ya see the curve
I scorch the and you can search for burns
I think sick before i speak my thoughts the words
Here i come, i come to get you you each deserve
Feed the street the shit that make em want to eat the
if you lookin for me, here i am, run
Because you erase me, accept it how it come
You might as well embrace me, somehow i'm done
Zeppelin, call em metallic plum
And while im having fun, we gotta keep it
Unraveling another bag of the money, counting
When a cup runeth over like a broken water
i am like i appeared at the top of the mountain
Or here i am from vacation, see ya boy is home
Parading for the kid, respect cus the cornerstone
Invading so incredibly like im local homes
Connect the hoods international like a phone
It's so magical how i hold my own or with my cmon
Or when i hold the chrome, with my advesaries
I'm so alone, i'm in a into planetary i'm in a zone
Insighting wires int see how i get em
Got em wild see how i be smilin i'm with em
Then i remind em, see i'm right em when i hit em
Cus i finally kill em got them bottles in ice buckets
You know we chill em, touching us over the streets
See thats how got up in em, im back to my city
To properly put em on and make an
Impression, my sing along now

[Verse 2: Dawg]
There's a million MCs that claim want some
But see I create sounds make your ears go numb
Peace to Ave., yeah you know how we go
My best friend Steven at the Home
Laurelton is in the house, I can't forget
past MCs like that girl did to Pharcyde
I'm as the cat's meow, the MC with the know-how
Act like you know, not now but now
Beast of the East, on MCs I a feast
I'd eat that ass quiche, crack a smile like Shanice
Straight outta Jamaica, Jamaica, Queens
But you could me out in Georgia, or anywhere in between
Now if my partners don't look good, won't look good
If Malik don't look good, then Quest won't good
If the Quest don't look good, then Queens look good
But since the sounds are universal, New York look good
Picture Phife losing a battle, on, get off it
Put down the son, surrender, forfeit
Did I hear something 'bout a crew? they wanna do?
You better call Mr. so he can bring out the cool in you
Or it'll be a sad love being sung by Toni Braxton
And I'll you like a fraction
Oh, you top cat MCs, I'll pop you like a zit
You be the champ, you more like Chief Some-shit
Big up myself every when it comes to this
MCs be running scared as if they're the Exorcist
I kick more than a crackhead from Hempstead
My styles are milk, man, think that I was breast-fed
You know the when the diggy Dawg is on the scene
I this to all the MCs outta Queens
That for Onyx, LL, Run DMC
Akinyele, Nas and the Extra P
You need a chart, straight up and down man, there no other
Nuff respect to all my peeps that made the cover
Yo, Tip don't worry none you know I get the party
Get on the mic and break 'em off a little little
Yo, Tip don't worry none you know I the party jumping
Get on the mic my man and 'em off a little something

[Verse 3:
We got the funk doody don shit, clearly it's the shit
So recognize me, kids me
Everyday, I be scrounging, I be lounging
I play the low, very very incognito
Aries is my sign, I know that I can
Sometimes I rhyme in riddles, plus I make the wiggle
is the major, some heads like to wager
The on the hill, overlooking dollar bills
Man, crazy, thinking you can phase me
The Ab doesn't study nonsense, money
seems to need me, MCs seem too cheesy
With doody ass renditions of defeating competition
I to the roll man, yes, I'm a soul man
Bet your bottom dollar will make you holler
As you stand at attention, did I forget to
MCs will give me if I sense that they act funny
Lyrics are abundant, right there, I sound
Just mentioning the that the area is fat
I dwell in the under, so it's no wonder
That I get of tail, well I even get white
bet hitting head crack, there money, take that
Breaking niggas off, cut bank, then I'm off
my Nikes match my Lo hat, beat joint is mad fat
Got the of the box if a kid think he's ox
For means creator, the poetry relator
hemmed like Betsy Ross, let me tell you who's the boss

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