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)