One， Two， Sh*t - A Tribe Called Quest

One, Two, Sh*t - A Tribe Called Quest (探索一族)
One two one two
One wa wa one one two one two
Wa one wa wa one one two one two
Wa 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
Gu 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
Ha one wa wa one one two one two
Mcs ain't comin' 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 shits clear
And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way
Beatin' niggaz to the punch like sugar ray
Got the cool a** 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 four
Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour
Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics
Flappin' shortys stockings
To the space like sprockets
What you really need to do is just boogie your a**
It's not gassed we got to make the good times last
Let the good times roll 'cause 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
Question
Why is that mcs be wack
And major labels wanna sound like crap
Aiyyo funk that
Word to life I'm comin' rugged
'Cause once you add the hip to the hop kid
It equals out to love
If the beats fat I use it
Some wack sh*t I lose it
Refuse it
How could you chose it it stinks renuse it
Put down the mic kid 'cause 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 'cause I never wanna sing
Go ask the last mc
What happened when he said battle
I bust his a** in cleveland
Now he's sleepless in seattle
Rude boy official comin' with the ill grammar
Comin' back on kids like joey montana
We be the three mcs 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
'Cause all deez bitin mcs lawd dem somethin' else
See I kick the styles that'll make ya a** melt
Money on my mind so never mind a trick
New york is the town and the team is the knicks
Worlds 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' 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 tomorrow
Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening
You beat them like they father
Ohhhhh sh*t check out what I saying
Ah hah ah hah ohhhhh ah hah ah
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 tryclops
Mr busta rhymes three eyes
Fat like a burger and fries
Mama so mama saa mamma ma ko sah
Go back to the country to go check my grandmama
Eeeyah bring it to the table at the meetings
Gathering large receivings delivering intellectual a** beatings
As I carry on with my proceedings
Greetings watch a ni**a 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 sh*t