[Verse 1: Q-Tip]
Bus' my brother, despite the two mothers
Butch and Sundance trot, killshot to you fuckers
You feel the wind of excellence before we enter in the room
So assume your position of the natural born coon
When we groom, other rappers *pewn*, ladies start to swoon
Wolves are howling at the moon, your time will never come soon
Marquee features me and the Brooklyn bad boy
Petty thoughts of ascension, when we rhyme, become void
The game of life, game of death, tap out, you can't take it
And rappers fake it til they make it, innerspirits half naked
Ya lady's shoes are Rasputin
Of the rhyme evolution and all the issues you're confusing in –
We are the solution
Yo, Bus Rhymes
[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
I'm on, black, you know it's a wrap
And despite all of the shit you talk, these niggas is wack
Fuck that, fuck with us, bitch, them niggas is back
Show me yo' ass, stack it up all on a nigga, now ass clap
Don't get your ass capped trying to be like the next dude
Go ahead, move, try to prove something, my test tube
A couple of you funny looking niggas Umfufu's
Them niggas is too cool, you niggas is through
See we live with it, homie, look, we clearing the bar out
Toasting, celebrating, and we drink 'til we fall out
Wildin' with a strong shine, bitch, you know it's Bus' Rhymes
Let me explain, (No), I'm fucking with the slimes
That's it, fuck the time, we rock on and on
Ya rhyme wrong, everything about you dead gone
Niggas in the front, heard you got my back
I'ma put the drug back in the street like nickle crack
Abstract –
[Verse 3: Q-Tip]
One for the beat and two for the creator
The remained-sane debater, who's position could be greater?
For now, let's hit Decatur, the live motivator
Couldn't cut it with a fader if Grandmaster was your data
To the youth whose disenchanted, we’ll revamp it single-handed
Indigenous deepness, every man understand it
You spittin' sweet 16’s for king’s queens
My rhymes got legendary G's that brought me greens
You virtual robotic, I got the lean product
Fiends follow like The Hobbit, 'cause crowd could never top it
And your trash is not the topic, we know you can't rock it
Well, shit the topic is that none of you niggas can stop it
Indeed, we're gonna do it, you know we went through it
Here’s the stripes to prove it, if you listen to the music
If you listen to the music, then you're sure to get it better
It's The Abstract and The Dragon and we doing this together
[Verse 4: Busta Rhymes]
Do it together, do it forever
Bus' Grand Imperial Rhymes, finish billing your shrines
Aw shit, another verse, get in line first
What it's worth, did it all, did it first
Niggas mad, sick with thirst, hit 'em bad 'til it hurt
Pick the land, pick the turf!
The fuck is up? We getting this work
I stay on my bullshit eating niggas' food, bitch!
I'm in the mood, wildin' like swallowing Quaalude
Bet they want that shit, better forfeit
And forklift niggas, like I'm throwing them off cliffs
It's all horseshit, bang up niggas like war ships
She want the daiquiri? Well, I'm allowing her four sips
Frost bit, they out here acting like they important
You off niggas, get to acceptin' your loss quick
Abort this, identify the God as your lordship
For how you funny niggas looking like you an ostrich
Beat niggas head, ya looks very assaulted
The cost is whatever the niggas want, it's the boss, kid
[Outro: Busta Rhymes]
Ayo, Kamaal, what you doing?
What you–what you doing, dude?
Why you trying to stop my shit, son?
The fuck's up, son?
Stop doing that shit, son...
Word, son, stop doing that shit
Fuck that
