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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 come with the
a baby when they speak they first words
So when i speak can even burst nerves
Skyscraper rhymes flying like the first
Penthouse view I help ya see the earth
I scorch the and you can search for burns
I sick 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 make em to eat the curb
Well if you for me, here i am, run
Because you can't me, accept it how it come
You might as embrace me, somehow i'm never done
Maybach Zeppelin, call em metallic
And while im having fun, we keep it bouncing
another bag of the money, keep counting
When a cup over like a broken water fountain
Here i am like i at the top of the mountain
Or i am back from vacation, see ya boy is home
Parading for the kid, they respect cus the
strips so incredibly like im local homes
Connect the hoods international a global phone
It's so magical how i hold my own or with my brother
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 int spots see how i get em
Got em wild see how i be smilin i'm with em
i remind em, see i'm right behind em when i hit em
Cus i finally kill em got them bottles in ice buckets
You know we gotta chill em, touching us the streets
See how got up in em, then im back to my city
To properly put em on and an everlasting
Impression, my people along now

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

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

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