Can-I-Bust?

"If you put a bunch of rappers with their notebooks against Ynot and Common Sense, they will be lynched" The Late Show! (And you don't stop!) Common Sense! (And you don't stop!) U-Ack! (And you don't stop!) Them there! (And you don't stop!) [Common] I'm not tall, but can I bust? Like the double dutch, going down the street I rap to myself when there ain't no one to rap to And to me, yo, my shit be sounding sweet It's like doo wop, doo wop, oop I chew with my group, eating chicken and we're couped in a hoop Deee! Somebody's breath is smelling boo- Teee! Tone, is that you? (I don't think so) I'm one time, two times, three times a lady Bay-beh, bay-beh, bay-bee Ha! I be making happy, ladi de, ladi da When I was a boy I said "Oh" but now I'm a man saying "Ah" Cha cha cha, who knows where the mouth goes Yeah nigga, I'm fly, so keep your fucking mouth closed Ralph goes "Rasheed" and I be saying "Boo!" Bitches welcome back Common with the "Oooh oooh ooh" And this is how I wreck it, doo doo doo doo doo doo doo This is how I wreck it, do doo doo do doo Now one two check it, I'm as Def as a Leppard It could be, it should be, it is? Holy cow! I'm grand slamming slamming like the ?common Billy section? Not the Godfather, but I lounge like a stepper Breatha, breaks it, 8, we wait (Ch ch chaa) I got scratch like a DJ I used to want to be like, I used to want to be like Mike, but the man in the mirror don't know if he's black or white And that makes me mad (Backwards scratching) Who's bad? [Ynot] Now can I bust in this era, I'm a plus like addition And listen, I'm dishing out ish like a chef The love is the Late Show, showing you the ladies You late on the show? Oh we the greatest show? You right To might right, raise, to my left, boom bap In the back, Blazay Blah, so get the fuck out my face Oh what a disgrace, you can't disgrace Boys I'll erase you boys to mincemeat Human means T, O's, N's, why's this is just a tease before my album No bum acts out, I'm out to parlay you Fritos Corn chips off the block, so bust it down, just bust the sound Exciting as a big zap I frighten those biting when Lord jabber tighten when tighten taken to loose Ynot's no loser but I lost your real mind I find you, finder's keeper's so you mind too Your mind can't match mine when I do mine Call mine, my mouth is a fucking gold mine Bought y'all like monster malls, I get ate like the balls I got to rhyme, too, I climb you like a stepson No weapon, but I got a rep, son, for taking fakes to the towel Snakes in my file Foul ish, I'll sit down all stand-up comic rappers Who diss now but don't understand fashion Fasten your seatbelts til heat melts to ice T.O.N.Y.'s backwards, nevertheless I attack nerds, fuck what you heard, hambone Hey, gone when I finish, women and niggas say "Damn, Tone" That's busted Bust it out, chant chant Common Sense you know is running things Late Show you know is running things You ain't seeing us though we running things Yeah, you know they running things [Ynot] Usually I'm the second voice, this time I'm the first choice In the rhyme, I'm no prancer, so what? Momma mock me, here's your time to jock, G, no jacking Don't pack no axe like a savage I ran the track stars back to their crate, create craters In they ass, I'm holding one for fun One tht plays golf, can't raise play tennis Women plays croquet, and Blazay plays the cut Still make the women say "Hey" Yodle lay hey hee hoo, in my way dead Yo I lay she hoo, in my bed Ask Common, I did your momma, nah I took it easy Gave it hard hell, on a scale from 1 to 10 I'm rich, I own a Jet, Ebony, and Essence And Essence say I'm strong cause with the pen I've been a Bad Boy A sad boy, I call your girl 13 cause she's good Should I say more? I see more, I see more ]From sea shore to sea shore, I sell my yacht and play Yatzee Ynot's the posse, dressing tight, yo I'm friendly Who's the master, the weak-minded say I rock too strong The short-winded say I rhyme to long So niggas told me, "Please let me go to the peasants" No, let me stop, chow, baby [Common] Baby, baby, baby, POP! Kids call me coffee because I *jugga jugga jugga* drop! And you don't stop, don't put on the red light While I rock player, I coach more (niggas) than John Thompson I'm in your town, George, I got it made like Florance I'm getting bigger than the lips on Martin Lawrence Kiss *Mmuah, mmuah* It's like, it's like this A Sermon like Erick, did a B.A.P. just like Tists Well, I'm not Jehovah, but can I get a witness? I shoot the gift rapping, then wish you a Merry Christmas With he quickness is how I rip this, can you dig it? Well if not, then dig this, this is the way the way that I flow The pimp of hip-hop, I make you say "Ho!" I know you hear me knocking, like I said, like I said And this is the story about a man named Jed Got some lead for those hefiers, and those heifers yo I rip it out My weapon, double decker, come from 1, I'm from 87 And I do work undercover like a cop Stop in the name of Com before I break your arm Plus I'm down with the U-Ack ??? and Bushman Peace to the Beatnuts, peace to the Pharcyde Yeah, you know what time it is Yeah, that's how it is (The silliness continues til the end)