Various Artists - Wild Hot lyrics

[Hook: Q-Tip & Busta Rhymes]x2 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-I-seein' The MCin' Human bein' Soon to be in your museum When I'm in your colisseum 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 ya 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 Ay 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 make me break yo elbow Put my foot in your a** slow Feel the force like a race horse or like a heard of buffalo Teel me why you be actin' soft Freak the Spanish flow Like Julio ?Lepingpacndahoe? Freeze like chilly Willy the Eskimo Vigilante like Steven Segal Now bust the desperado You f**in' with the all time pros While the zoom lens ammorate 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 While 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 last zone 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 of with theme music by my man D'Angelo We make the sh** Wild Hot [Hook]