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[Intro: Rhymes]
I always wanted to rhyme on this
Yea... La La La La
La La... I always wanted to sing that

1: Busta Rhymes]
Yo, when i with the excitement
Like a baby when they speak they words
So when i speak can even burst nerves
Skyscraper rhymes flying the first bird
Penthouse view I help ya see the curve
I scorch the street and you can for burns
I think sick before i speak my thoughts the words
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, i am, run
Because you can't erase me, accept it how it
You as well embrace me, somehow i'm never done
Maybach Zeppelin, call em plum
And while im having fun, we keep it bouncing
Unraveling another bag of the money, keep
When a cup runeth 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 im local homes
Connect the hoods international like a global
It's so magical how i my own or with my brother cmon
Or when i the chrome, merciless with my advesaries
I'm so alone, i'm in a into planetary 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
Then i remind em, see i'm right behind em i hit em
Cus when i finally kill em got bottles in ice buckets
You know we chill em, touching us over the streets
See thats how got up in em, then im to my city
To put em on and make an everlasting
Impression, my people along now

[Verse 2: Phife
There's a million MCs claim they want some
But see I sounds that make your ears go numb
Peace to Ave., yeah you know how we go
My best friend Steven at the Home
Laurelton is in the house, I can't forget
Walk past MCs like girl did to Pharcyde
I'm labeled as the cat's meow, the MC the know-how
Act like you know, not now but now
of the East, on MCs I have a feast
I'd eat that ass like quiche, crack a smile Shanice
Straight outta Jamaica, Jamaica, Queens
But you could find me out in Georgia, or anywhere in
Now if my partners don't look good, Malik won't look
If Malik don't good, then Quest won't look good
If the Quest don't look good, then won't look good
But since the are universal, New York won't look good
Picture Phife losing a battle, on, get off it
Put down the microphone son, surrender,
Did I something 'bout a crew? What they wanna do?
You better Mr. Babyface so he can bring out the cool in you
Or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Braxton
And I'll dissect you a fraction
Oh, you wannabe top cat MCs, I'll pop you a zit
You wanna be the champ, you more Chief Some-shit
Big up myself every time it comes to this
MCs be running as if they're watching the Exorcist
I more game than a crackhead from Hempstead
My styles are milk, man, you'd think I was breast-fed
You the steelo when the diggy Dawg is on the scene
I this to all the MCs outta Queens
That 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 cover
Yo, Tip don't worry none you know I get the jumping
Get on the mic and 'em off a little little something
Yo, Tip don't worry none you know I gets the jumping
Get on the mic my man and break 'em off a little

[Verse 3:
We got the funk doody don shit, clearly it's the bomb
So recognize me, memorize me
Everyday, I be scrounging, really I be
I play the down low, very very
Aries is my sign, I know that I can
Sometimes I rhyme in riddles, plus I make the honeys
is the major, some heads like to wager
The skills on the hill, overlooking bills
Man, you're crazy, you can phase me
The Ab doesn't study mere nonsense,
Life seems to me, MCs seem too cheesy
With their doody ass renditions of competition
I to the roll man, yes, I'm a soul man
Bet bottom dollar Vinia will make you holler
As you stand at attention, did I to mention
MCs will me twenty if I sense that they act funny
Lyrics are abundant, there, I sound redundant
Just mentioning the fact that the is fat
I in the under, so honey it's no wonder
That I get of tail, well I even get white
I'mma bet head crack, there money, take that
Breaking off, cut their bank, then I'm off
While my Nikes my Lo hat, beat joint is mad fat
Got the of the box if a kid think he's ox
For means creator, the poetry relator
It's hemmed like Betsy Ross, let me you who's the boss

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