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A Tribe Called Quest
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One Two S**t
Lyricist:John William Davis, Kamaal Fareed, Ali Shaheed Muhammad, Trevor Smith, Malik Taylor
One two, one two One, one, one two one two One, one, one two one two One, one, one two one two
Yo it's the q-tip, you know I get down Yes I rock to the rhythm of the funky sound They go one, one two one two One, one two one two
And it's the, Phife Dawg, and I do the same And when it comes to rippin' mics aiyyo it ain't no games One, one two one two One, one two one two
Aiyyo you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design I'm sayin', one, one two one two One, one two one two
MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes Don't do the crime if you can't do the time The time is eternal when you play with the miser Soul is in my body, and the health make me wiser The tantalizing wordplay yeah that's the joint Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point
Brothers need to come, with better, compositions I write and recite to make good position In this rap game here, we engineer Stabbin' up the jam yeah son shit's clear And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way Beatin' niggaz to the punch like sugar ray
Got the cool-ass style that's cooler than the cool My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool Peace to c-seventy-three and c-seventy-four Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour Comin' through like narcotics for the antibiotics Flappin' shorty's stockings to the space-like sprockets
What you really need to do is just boogie your ass It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last Let the good times roll, 'cuz we in control Take you out on your high less you paying' a toll Let the good times roll, let the good times roll Take you out on your high less you payin' a toll
Question Why is it that, MC's be wack And major labels wanna sound like crap Aiyyo funk dat!
Word to life I'm comin' rugged 'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop kid, it equals out to love Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks reuse it Put down the mic kid, 'cuz you gets no dap How long did it take for you to see you can't rap
The name is Phife Dawg, and I got 'nuff styles It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild So bust what I'm swingin' what I'm swingin' when I swing I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle I bust his ass in Cleveland now he's sleepless in Seattle
Rude boy official comin' with the ill grammar Comin' back on kids, like Joey Montana We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty Mad play, on WKRP in Cincinnati So Lord send a hon, if ya can't send a han sen a man An if ya kan sen a man, come ya self
'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else See I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt Money on my mind so never mind a trick New York is the town and the team is the knicks World's greatest five footer rippin' parties apart Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead Never mind dat mon here come de dread
We comin' far far far, Busta Rhymes is comin' far far far Ya know ya hear me star! Bet your bottom dollah Right after this jam about one million one two niggaz go follow Whether it be today or tomorrow Niggaz be collaboration sickening You beat them like they father
Oh shit check out what I saying, ah ah oh ah ah ha You know my niggaz don't be playing Once upon a ma-hacking time I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes To define, lyrical sensations Black masons blowin' up the spot Just to represent the nations
Three dimensions, tryclops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes Fat like a burger and fries Mama-so-mama-saa-mamma-ma-ko-sah Go back to the country to go check my grand mama Eeeyah! Bing it to the table at the meetings Gathering large receivings delivering intellectual ass beatings
As I carry on with my proceedings Greetings! Watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place I hope you find civilized every soul and every race Sit dog sit! Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit!
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