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

1: Busta Rhymes]
Yo, when i come with the
Like a baby when they they first words
So compelling when i speak can even burst
Skyscraper rhymes flying like the first
Penthouse view I help ya see the earth
I scorch the and you can search for burns
I think sick before i speak my thoughts the words
Here i come, i come to get you what you 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 might as well embrace me, somehow i'm never
Maybach Zeppelin, call em metallic
And while im having fun, we gotta it bouncing
Unraveling another bag of the money, counting
a cup runeth over like a broken water fountain
Here i am i appeared at the top of the mountain
Or here i am back vacation, see ya boy is home
Parading for the kid, respect cus the cornerstone
strips so incredibly like im local homes
Connect the hoods international a global phone
It's so magical how i hold my own or my brother cmon
Or when i hold the chrome, merciless with my
I'm so alone, i'm in a place into planetary i'm in a
Insighting int spots see how i get em
Got em wild see how i be smilin when i'm em
Then i em, see i'm right behind em when i hit em
Cus when i finally kill em got them bottles in ice
You know we gotta chill em, touching us the streets
See how got up in em, then im back to my city
To put em on and make an everlasting
Impression, my sing along now

[Verse 2: Dawg]
There's a million MCs that claim want some
But see I create sounds that make ears go numb
Peace to Sayres Ave., you know how we go
My best friend Steven at the Home
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 the know-how
Act you know, not now but right now
Beast of the East, on MCs I a feast
I'd eat that ass like quiche, crack a smile like
Straight outta Jamaica, seen? Jamaica,
But you could find me out in Georgia, or anywhere in
Now if my partners don't look good, won't look good
If don't look good, then Quest won't look good
If the Quest look good, then Queens won't look good
But since the sounds are universal, New York won't look
Picture Phife a battle, come on, get off it
Put down the microphone son, surrender,
Did I hear something 'bout a crew? What wanna do?
You call Mr. Babyface so he can bring out the cool in you
Or it'll be a sad love song sung by Toni Braxton
And I'll you like a fraction
Oh, you wannabe top cat MCs, pop you like a zit
You wanna be the champ, you more like Some-shit
Big up myself every time when it comes to
MCs be running scared as if watching the Exorcist
I kick more game than a crackhead from
My styles are milk, man, think that I was breast-fed
You know the steelo the diggy Dawg is on the scene
I dedicate to all the MCs outta Queens
That for Onyx, LL, Run DMC
Akinyele, Nas and the Extra P
You need a chart, straight up and down man, there ain't no
Nuff respect to all my peeps that made the cover
Yo, Tip don't worry you know I get the party jumping
Get on the mic and 'em off a little little something
Yo, Tip don't worry none you know I gets the party
Get on the mic my man and break 'em off a something

[Verse 3:
We got the funk don shit, clearly it's the bomb shit
So recognize me, memorize me
Everyday, I be scrounging, really I be
I the down low, very very incognito
Aries is my sign, I that I can rhyme
I rhyme in riddles, plus I make the honeys wiggle
Intellect is the major, heads like to wager
The skills on the hill, overlooking bills
Man, you're crazy, thinking you can me
The Ab doesn't mere nonsense, money
seems to need me, MCs seem too cheesy
With their doody ass renditions of competition
I rock to the roll man, yes, I'm a man
Bet your bottom dollar Vinia make you holler
As you at attention, did I forget to mention
MCs will me twenty if I sense that they act funny
Lyrics are abundant, there, I sound redundant
mentioning the fact that the area is fat
I in the under, so honey it's no wonder
That I get plenty of tail, well I even get
bet hitting head crack, there money, take that
Breaking niggas off, cut 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 he's ox
For means creator, the poetry relator
It's hemmed like Betsy Ross, let me tell you who's the

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