One Two Shit

Q-Tip, Phife Dawg, Busta Rhymes

One two, one two

One-wa-wa-one, one two one two (3X)

Yo it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down

Yes I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound

It go

One-wa-wa-one, one two one two (2X)

And it's the, Phife Dawg, and I do the same

And when it comes to rippin mics aiyyo it ain't no games

One-wa-wa-one, one two one two (2X)

Aiyyo you know it's Busta Rhymes, ev-ery time

Oh yes, I'm comin wicked with the new design

I'm sayin

One-wa-wa-one, one two one two (2X)

1: Q-Tip

MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes

Don't do the crime if you can't do the time

The time is eternal when you play with the miser

Soul is in my body, and the health make me wiser

The tantalizing wordplay yeah that's the joint

Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point

Brothers need to come, with better, compositions

I write, and recite, to make, good position

In this, rap game here, we en-gineer

Stabbin up the jam yeah son shit's clear

And I be kickin rhymes in my own damn way

Beatin niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray

Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool

My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool

Peace to C-Seventy-Three, and C-Seventy-Fo'

Do a little somethin when I'm out on tour

Comin thru like narcotics for the antibiotics

Flappin shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets

What you really need to do is just boogie your ass

It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last

Let the good times roll, cuz we in control

Take you out on your high less you payin a toll

Let the good times roll, let the good times toll

Take you out on your high less you payin a toll

2: Phife Dawg


Why is that, MC's be wack

And major labels wanna sound like crap

Aiyyo Funk Dat!

Word to life I'm comin rugged

Cuz once you add the hip to the hop kid, it equals out to love

If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it

Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks Renuse it

Put down the mic kid, cuz you gets no dap

How long did it take for you to see you can't rap

The name is Phife Dawg, and I got nuff style

It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild

So bust what I'm swingin what I'm swingin when I swing

I rap when I rap cuz I never wanna sing

Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle

I bust his ass in Cleveland now he's Sleepless in Seattle

Rude bwoy official comin with the ill grammar

Comin back on kids, like Joey Montana

We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty

Mad play, on WKRP in Cincinatti

So lord send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man

An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself

Cuz all deez bitin MC's, lawd dem somethin else

See I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt

Money on my mind so never mind a trick

New York is the town and the team is the Knicks

World's greatest five footer rippin parties apart

Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark

Never had to rhyme about feelin what with lead


3: Busta Rhymes

We comin farrrr farrrr farrrr

Busta Rhymes is comin farrrr farrr farr

ya know ya hear me Star!

Bet your bottom dollah

Right after this jam about one million one two niggaz go follow

Whether it be to-day or to-morrow

Niggaz be collaboratin sickening

you beat them like they father

Ohhhhh shit check out what I saying

Ah-hah ah-hah ohhhhh ah-hah ah-hah

You know my niggaz don't be playing

Once upon a mah-hah-hacking time

I received the opportuni-ties to represent my first rhymes

To define, lyrical sensations

Black masons blowin up the spot

Just to represent the Nations

Three dimensions, tryclops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes

Fat like a burger and fries


Go back to the country to go check my grandmama

Eeeyah!! Bring it to the table at the meetings

Gathering large receivings delivering intellectual ass beatings

As I carry on with my proceedings

Greetings!! Watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings

But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place

I hope you find civilized every soul and every race

Sit dog sit!

Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit!