Busta Rhymes、Q-Tip - God Lives Through
I always wanted to rhyme on this ****
Yea La La LaLa La La
La La I always wanted to sing that ****
Yo when i come with the excitement
Like a baby when they speak they first words
So compelling when i speak can even burst nerves
Skyscraper rhymes flying like the first bird
Penthouse view I help ya see the earth curve
I scorch the street and you can search for burns
I think sick before i speak my thoughts hurt the words
Here i come i come to get you what you each deserve
Feed the street the ****
That make em want to eat the curb
Well if you lookin for me
Here i am run
Because you can't erase me
Accept it how it come
You might as well embrace me
Somehow i'm never done
Maybach Zeppelin call em metallic plum
And while im having fun
We gotta keep it bouncing
Unraveling another bag of the money
Keep counting
When a cup runeth over like a broken water fountain
Here i am like i appeared at the top of the mountain
Or here i am back from vacation
See ya boy is home
Parading for the kid
They respect cus the cornerstone
Invading strips so incredibly like im local homes
Connect the hoods international like a global phone
It's so magical how i hold my own
Or with my brother Kamaal
Or when i hold the chrome
Merciless with my advesaries
I'm so alone i'm in a place into planetary
I'm in a zone
Insighting wires int spots see how i get em
Got em wild see how i be smilin when i'm with em
Then i remind em
See i'm right behind em when i hit em
Cus when i finally kill em got them bottles in ice buckets
You know we gotta chill em
Touching us over the streets
See thats how got up in em
Then im back to my city
To properly put em on and make an everlasting
Impression my people sing along now
There's a million MCs that claim they want some
But see I create sounds that make your ears go numb
Peace to Sayres Ave
Yeah you know how we go
My best friend Steven at the Home Depot
Laurelton is in the house
I can't forget Southside
Walk past MCs like that girl did to Pharcyde
I'm labeled as the cat's meow the MC with the know-how
Act like you know not now but right now
Beast of the East on MCs I have a feast
I'd eat that *** like quiche
Crack a smile like Shanice
Straight outta Jamaica seen
Jamaica Queens
But you could find me out in Georgia
Or anywhere in between
Now if my partners don't look good
Malik won't look good
If Malik don't look good
Then Quest won't look good
If the Quest don't look good
Then Queens won't look good
But since the sounds are universal
New York won't look good
Picture Phife losing a battle
Come on get off it
Put down the microphone son
Surrender forfeit
Did I hear something 'bout a crew
What they wanna do
You better call Mr Babyface
So he can bring out the cool in you
Or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton
And I'll dissect you like a fraction
Oh you wannabe top cat MCs
I'll pop you like a zit
You wanna be the champ
You more like Chief Some-****
Big up myself every time when it comes to this
MCs be running scared as
If they're watching the Exorcist
I kick more game
Than a crackhead from Hempstead
My styles are milk man
You'd think that I was breast-fed
You know the steelo
When the diggy Dawg is on the scene
I dedicate this to all the MCs outta Queens
That goes for Onyx LL Run DMC
Akinyele Nasty Nas and the Extra P
You need a chart straight up and down man
There ain't no other
Nuff respect to all my peeps
That made the album cover
Yo Tip don't worry none you know
I get the party jumping
Get on the mic
And break 'em off a little little something
Yo Tip don't worry none you know
I gets the party jumping
Get on the mic my man
And break 'em off a little something
We got the funk doody don ****
Clearly it's the bomb ****
So recognize me kids memorize me
Everyday I be scrounging really I be lounging
I play the down low very very incognito
Aries is my sign
I know that I can rhyme
Sometimes I rhyme in riddles
Plus I make the honeys wiggle
Intellect is the major
Some heads like to wager
The skills on the hill
Overlooking dollar bills
Man you're crazy
Thinking you can phase me
The Ab doesn't study mere nonsense money
Life seems to need me
MCs seem too cheesy
With their doody *** renditions of defeating competition
I rock to the roll man
Yes I'm a soul man
Bet your bottom dollar Vinia will make you holler
As you stand at attention did I forget to mention
MCs will give me twenty
If I sense that they act funny
Lyrics are abundant right there
I sound redundant
Just mentioning the fact that the area is fat
I dwell in the under so honey it's no wonder
That I get plenty of tail
Well I even get white
I'mma bet hitting head crack
There money take that
Breaking *****s off cut their bank then I'm off
While my Nikes match my Lo hat
Beat joint is mad fat
Got the cutter of the box if a kid think he's ox
For tier means creator
The poetry relator
It's hemmed like Betsy Ross
Let me tell you who's the boss
Queens got a
Brooklyn got a
Bronx got a
Staten Island got a
Long Island got the zone
Jersey got a
Philly got a
Milwaukee got a
L A got a
Oaktown got the zone