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Tytuł: One two shit

  • Wykonawca: A Tribe Called Quest
  • Wy¶wietleń: 248
Intro: Q-Tip, Phife Dawg, Busta Rhymes
  
   One two, one two
   One-wa-wa-one, one two one two (3X)
   Yo 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 (2X)
  
   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-wa-wa-one, one two one two (2X)
  
   Aiyyo you know it's Busta Rhymes, ev-ery time
   Oh yes, I'm comin wicked with the new design
   I'm sayin
   One-wa-wa-one, one two one two (2X)
  
   Verse One: Q-Tip
  
   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 en-gineer
   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-Fo'
   Do a little somethin when I'm out on tour
   Comin thru 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 payin a toll
   Let the good times roll, let the good times toll
   Take you out on your high less you payin a toll
  
   Verse Two: Phife Dawg
  
   Question
   Why is 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
   If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it
   Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks Renuse 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 style
   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 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 Cincinatti
   So lord send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man
   An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself
   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
  
   Verse Three: Busta Rhymes
  
   We comin farrrr farrrr farrrr
   Busta Rhymes is comin farrrr farrr farr
   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 to-day or to-morrow
   Niggaz be collaboratin sickening
   you beat them like they father
   Ohhhhh shit check out what I saying
   Ah-hah ah-hah ohhhhh ah-hah ah-hah
   You know my niggaz don't be playing
   Once upon a mah-hah-hacking time
   I received the opportuni-ties 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 grandmama
   Eeeyah!! 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 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!