One Two Sh*t (feat. Busta Rhymes)

One, two, one, two
 One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two
 One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two
 One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two
 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
 One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two
 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
 One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two
 Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time
 Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design
 I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two
 One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two
 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 engineer
 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 roll
 Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll
 Question
 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 Cincinnati
 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
 Never mind dat mon here come de dread
 We comin' far, far, far
 Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far
 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 today or tomorrow
 Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening
 You beat them like they father
 Oh, shit, check out what I saying
 Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah
 You know my niggaz don't be playing
 Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time
 I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes
 To define, lyrical sensations
 Black masons blowin' up the spot
 Just to represent the Nations
 Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes
 Fat like a burger and fries
 Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah
 Go back to the country to go check my grand mama
 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