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

1: Busta Rhymes]
Yo, when i come the excitement
Like a baby when they speak they words
So compelling when i speak can even burst
Skyscraper rhymes flying like the bird
Penthouse view I ya see the earth curve
I the street and you can search for burns
I think sick before i speak my hurt the words
i come, i come to get you what you each deserve
Feed the street the shit that em want to eat the curb
if you lookin for me, here i am, run
Because you can't me, accept it how it come
You might as well embrace me, somehow i'm done
Maybach Zeppelin, em metallic plum
And while im having fun, we gotta keep it
Unraveling bag of the money, keep counting
a cup runeth over like a broken water fountain
Here i am i appeared at the top of the mountain
Or i am back from vacation, see ya boy is home
for the kid, they respect cus the cornerstone
Invading strips so incredibly like im local
Connect the hoods international a global phone
It's so how i hold my own or with my brother cmon
Or when i hold the chrome, with my advesaries
I'm so alone, i'm in a place planetary i'm in a zone
Insighting int spots see how i get em
Got em see how i be smilin when i'm with em
Then i remind em, see i'm right behind em i hit em
Cus when i 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 make an
Impression, my people sing now

[Verse 2: Dawg]
There's a million MCs claim they want some
But see I create sounds that your ears go numb
Peace to Sayres Ave., yeah you how we go
My best friend Steven at the Depot
Laurelton is in the house, I can't Southside
Walk past MCs that girl did to Pharcyde
I'm labeled as the cat's meow, the MC with the
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 like Shanice
outta Jamaica, seen? 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 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 won't good
Picture losing a battle, come on, get off it
Put down the microphone son, surrender,
Did I hear something 'bout a What they wanna do?
You better call Mr. Babyface so he can out the cool in you
Or it'll be a sad love song being by Toni Braxton
And dissect you like a fraction
Oh, you wannabe top cat MCs, pop you like a zit
You wanna be the champ, you more like Chief
Big up myself every time it comes to this
MCs be running as if they're watching the Exorcist
I kick more game than a crackhead from
My are milk, man, you'd think that I was breast-fed
You know the steelo when the diggy Dawg is on the
I dedicate to all the MCs outta Queens
goes for Onyx, LL, Run DMC
Akinyele, Nasty Nas and the P
You need a chart, up and down man, there ain't no other
Nuff respect to all my peeps 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 you know I gets the party jumping
Get on the mic my man and break 'em off a little

[Verse 3:
We got the doody don shit, clearly it's the bomb shit
So recognize me, 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 the honeys wiggle
is the major, some heads like to wager
The skills on the hill, overlooking dollar
Man, crazy, thinking you can phase me
The Ab doesn't mere nonsense, money
Life to need me, MCs seem too cheesy
With their doody ass renditions of competition
I rock to the man, yes, I'm a soul man
Bet bottom dollar Vinia will make 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 sound
Just the fact that the area is fat
I dwell in the under, so honey no wonder
That I get plenty of tail, well I even get
I'mma bet head crack, there money, take that
Breaking 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 Betsy Ross, let me tell you the boss

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