Wild Hot

[Hook 2X: Q-Tip & (Busta Rhymes)] I got the Busta Bust Yo, we make the shit wild hot (I got Kamaal Complete, we make the shit wild hot) I got the Busta Bust Yo, we make the shit 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 niggas 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 shit you dick, chillout You just a private in the lower class I be the upper echelon Don Juan, when the mic's on Chief Abstract, Ace Quasimoto Fuckin' with me, you'll be finished like photo I'm sure to bust your shit like Bolo Black Nation needs a team, fuck solo I can see it in your eyes, the webness When your ass 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 nigga 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' shit, scar yo windpipes and quickly break yo' elbows Put my foot in your ass 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 fuckin' with the all-time pros While the zoom lens aim on weak niggas from transistor radios Mission Impossible without expose Once I diagnose those who be creepin' blow 'em off they tippy toes Sorry, fake nigga 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 Shit be Wild Hot like Tabasco Fuck the fool-ass nigga trespass and caught him in my lasso Stick a nigga bad like the last hole Runnin' up on muthafuckas 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 shit Wild Hot [Hook]