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]