[Hook 2X: Q-Tip & (Busta Rhymes)]
I got the Busta Bust
Yo, we make the sh** wild hot
(I got Kamaal
Complete, we make the sh** wild hot)
I got the Busta Bust
Yo, we make the sh** wild hot
All y'all rude boys lick a shot (gun shot)
[Verse 1: Q-Tip]
I be the all-eye-seein'
The MCin', human bein'
Soon to be in your museum
When I'm in your coliseum, I'm MCin'
Punishin' wack n***as for disagreein'
Did you see him?
No, 'cause he move like the wind, in flight
Counter-attack like a Jedi Knight
If you're goin' to think about combatin'
General Patton
Of this MC sh** you dick, chillout
You just a private in the lower cla**
I be the upper echelon
Don Juan, when the mic's on
Chief Abstract, Ace Quasimoto
f**in' with me, you'll be finished like photo
I'm sure to bust your sh** like Bolo
Black Nation needs a team, f** solo
I can see it in your eyes, the webness
When your a** starts to cry, it's redness
You can witness the style that I kick from the linguistics
But please come specific
Dealin' with the Tribe, but you never can
My n***a Busta Rhymes about to get his, man
A yo, we do it like this and then we do it like that
It's the Abstract with the new format
We do it like this and then we do it like that
It's the Busta Bust with the new format
[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
FIGARO, Figaro, Figaro
Bust yo' sh**, scar yo windpipes and quickly break yo' elbows
Put my foot in your a** slow
Feel the force like a race horse or like a herd of buffalo
Tell me why you be actin' soft
Freak the Spanish flow like Julio ?Lepingpacndahoe?
Freeze like Chilly Willy, the Eskimo
Vigilante like Steven Seagal or Bust the desperado
You f**in' with the all-time pros
While the zoom lens aim on weak n***as from transistor radios
Mission Impossible without expose
Once I diagnose those who be creepin' blow 'em off they tippy toes
Sorry, fake n***a that's how it goes
Sport the suede-front bullet proof vests in case you complicate my dough
Handle situations pronto
Appearances got you all hearin' this when I be doin' cameos
sh** be Wild Hot like Tabasco
f** the fool-a** n***a trespa** and caught him in my la**o
Stick a n***a bad like the last hole
Runnin' up on muthaf**as late night jumpin' out the Astro
No, No, No, No, No
If you violate I start to dictate just like Fidel Castro
Make you dreadlock yo' afro
And when I'm done I ride off to theme music by my man D'Angelo
We make the sh** Wild Hot
[Hook]