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One Two Shit

One, two, one, two

One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two

One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two

One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, twoYo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down

Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound

It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two

One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, twoAnd it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same

And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games

One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two

One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, twoAiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time

Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design

I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two

One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, twoMC'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 wiserThe 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 positionIn 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 RayGot the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool

My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool

Peace to see Seventy Three and see Seventy Fo'

Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tourComin' 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 lastLet the good times roll 'cause we in control

Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll

Let the good times roll, let the good times roll

Take you out on your high, less you payin' a tollQuestion

Why is that MC's be wack

And major labels wanna sound like crap?

Aiyyo, funk datWord to life, I'm comin' rugged

'cause once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love

If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it

Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse itPut down the mic kid 'cause 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 style

It doesn't take long for me to get buckwildSo bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing

I rap when I rap 'cause 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 SeattleRude bwoy 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 CincinnatiSo Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man

An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself

'cause all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else

See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass meltMoney 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 dreadWe comin' far, far, far

Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far

Ya know ya hear me Star

Bet your bottom dollahRight after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow

Whether it be today or tomorrow

Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening

You beat them like they fatherOh, shit, check out what I saying

Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah

You know my niggaz don't be playing

Once upon a mah, hah, hacking timeI received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes

To define, lyrical sensations

Black masons blowin' up the spot

Just to represent the NationsThree dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes

Fat like a burger and fries

Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah

Go back to the country to go check my grand mamaEeeyah, bring 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 screeningsBut 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

Songwriters

DAVIS, JOHN W. / JONES-MUHAMMAD, ALI SHAHEED / TAYLOR, MALIK IZAAK / SMITH, TREVORPublished by

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