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

1: Busta Rhymes]
Yo, i come with the excitement
Like a baby when they speak they first
So compelling when i can even burst nerves
Skyscraper rhymes like the first bird
Penthouse view I help ya see the earth
I the street and you can search for burns
I think before i speak my thoughts hurt the words
Here i come, i come to get you what you deserve
Feed the street the shit that make em to eat the curb
Well if you for me, here i am, run
Because you can't erase me, it how it come
You as well embrace me, somehow i'm never done
Maybach Zeppelin, em metallic plum
And while im fun, we gotta keep it bouncing
Unraveling bag of the money, keep counting
When a cup runeth like a broken water fountain
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, they cus the cornerstone
Invading strips so like im local homes
the hoods international like a global phone
It's so magical how i hold my own or with my cmon
Or i hold the chrome, merciless with my advesaries
I'm so alone, i'm in a place planetary i'm in a zone
Insighting wires int see how i get em
Got em see how i be smilin when i'm with em
Then i em, see i'm right behind em when i hit em
Cus when i finally kill em got bottles in ice buckets
You know we chill em, touching us over the streets
See thats how got up in em, then im to my city
To put em on and make an everlasting
Impression, my people sing now

[Verse 2: Dawg]
a million MCs that claim they want some
But see I create sounds that your ears go numb
Peace to Ave., yeah you know how we go
My best friend Steven at the Home
is in the house, I can't forget Southside
Walk past MCs like girl did to Pharcyde
I'm labeled as the cat's meow, the MC with the
Act you know, not now but right now
of the East, on MCs I have a feast
I'd eat ass like quiche, crack a smile like Shanice
Straight Jamaica, seen? Jamaica, Queens
But you find me out in Georgia, or anywhere in between
Now if my partners don't look good, Malik won't good
If Malik look good, then Quest won't look good
If the Quest look good, then Queens won't look good
But the sounds are universal, New York won't look good
Picture Phife a battle, come on, get off it
Put down the son, surrender, forfeit
Did I hear something 'bout a crew? What they do?
You better call Mr. Babyface so he can out the cool in you
Or it'll be a sad love song sung by Toni Braxton
And I'll dissect you like a
Oh, you top cat MCs, I'll pop you like a zit
You wanna be the champ, you more Chief Some-shit
Big up myself every time when it comes to
MCs be scared as if they're watching the Exorcist
I kick more game than a crackhead Hempstead
My styles are milk, man, you'd that I was breast-fed
You know the when the diggy Dawg is on the scene
I dedicate to all the MCs outta Queens
goes for Onyx, LL, Run DMC
Akinyele, Nasty Nas and the P
You need a chart, straight up and man, there ain't no other
Nuff respect to all my that made the album cover
Yo, Tip worry none you know I get the party jumping
Get on the mic and break 'em off a little something
Yo, Tip worry none you know I gets the party jumping
Get on the mic my man and break 'em off a 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 down low, very incognito
Aries is my sign, I know that I can
Sometimes I rhyme in riddles, I make the honeys wiggle
Intellect is the major, heads like to wager
The on the hill, overlooking dollar bills
Man, you're crazy, thinking you can me
The Ab doesn't mere nonsense, money
Life seems to 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 Vinia will you holler
As you at attention, did I forget to mention
MCs give me twenty if I sense that they act funny
Lyrics are abundant, right there, I redundant
mentioning the fact that the area is fat
I dwell in the under, so honey it's no
That I get plenty of tail, well I even get
I'mma bet hitting head crack, there money, take
niggas off, cut their bank, then I'm off
While my Nikes match my Lo hat, beat is mad fat
Got the of the box if a kid think he's ox
For tier means creator, the relator
It's hemmed like Betsy Ross, let me you who's the boss

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