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

1: Busta Rhymes]
Yo, when i come the excitement
Like a baby when they speak they words
So compelling i speak can even burst nerves
Skyscraper rhymes flying like the bird
Penthouse view I help ya see the curve
I scorch the street and you can search for
I think before i speak my thoughts hurt the words
Here i come, i to get you what you each deserve
Feed the street the shit that em want to eat the curb
Well if you lookin for me, i am, run
Because you erase me, accept it how it come
You might as well 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 over like a broken water fountain
Here i am i appeared at the top of the mountain
Or here i am back from vacation, see ya boy is
Parading for the kid, they respect cus the
Invading strips so incredibly im local homes
the hoods international like a global phone
It's so magical how i my own or with my brother cmon
Or when i hold the chrome, merciless with my
I'm so alone, i'm in a place into i'm in a zone
Insighting wires int see how i get em
Got em wild see how i be smilin when i'm em
Then i remind em, see i'm 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 properly put em on and make an
Impression, my people sing now

[Verse 2: Phife
There's a million MCs that they want some
But see I create sounds that make ears go numb
to Sayres Ave., yeah you know how we go
My best Steven at the Home Depot
Laurelton is in the house, I can't forget
Walk past MCs like that did to Pharcyde
I'm labeled as the cat's meow, the MC the know-how
Act like you know, not now but now
of the East, on MCs I have a feast
I'd eat that ass like quiche, a smile like Shanice
Straight outta Jamaica, Jamaica, Queens
But you could find me out in Georgia, or anywhere in
Now if my partners don't good, Malik won't look good
If don't look good, then Quest won't look good
If the Quest don't look good, then won't look good
But since the sounds are universal, New 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 wanna do?
You better call Mr. Babyface so he can out the cool in you
Or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni
And I'll dissect you like a
Oh, you wannabe top cat MCs, I'll pop you a zit
You wanna be the champ, you like Chief Some-shit
Big up myself every time when it comes to
MCs be running as if they're watching the Exorcist
I kick more game a crackhead from Hempstead
My styles are milk, man, you'd think I was breast-fed
You know the steelo when the Dawg is on the scene
I dedicate this to all the MCs Queens
goes for Onyx, LL, Run DMC
Akinyele, Nasty Nas and the P
You need a chart, straight up and down man, there ain't no
Nuff respect to all my that made the album cover
Yo, Tip don't worry none you know I get the jumping
Get on the mic and break 'em off a little something
Yo, Tip don't worry none you know I gets the jumping
Get on the mic my man and break 'em off a something

[Verse 3:
We got the doody don shit, clearly it's the bomb shit
So recognize me, memorize me
Everyday, I be scrounging, I be lounging
I play the down low, very incognito
Aries is my sign, I that I can rhyme
Sometimes I rhyme in riddles, plus I make the honeys
Intellect is the major, some like to wager
The skills on the hill, dollar bills
Man, crazy, thinking you can phase me
The Ab doesn't mere nonsense, money
seems to need me, MCs seem too cheesy
With their doody ass renditions of defeating
I to the roll man, yes, I'm a soul man
Bet your bottom dollar Vinia will make you
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 fact the area is fat
I dwell in the under, so it's no wonder
That I get plenty of tail, well I get white
I'mma bet hitting head crack, money, take that
Breaking niggas off, cut their bank, I'm off
While my match my Lo hat, beat joint is mad fat
Got the cutter of the box if a kid he's ox
For tier means creator, the poetry
It's hemmed like Ross, let me tell you who's the boss

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