Q-Tip:I got the Busta bust
Yo, we make the %#@! wild hot
Busta:We got Kamaal

Complete, we make the %#@! wild hot
Q-Tip:I got the Busta bust
Yo, we make the %#@! wild hot

Both:All y'all rude boys lick a shot (gun shot)

Q-Tip:I be the all-I-seein'

The MCin'
Human bein'
Soon to be in your museum

When I'm in your colisseum
I'm MCin'
Punishin' wack ^!$$%s 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 Latin
Of this MC %#@! you did, killa

You just a private in the lower class
I be the upper at your lawn
Don Juan, when the mic's on

Chief Abstract, Ace Quasimoto
$#&@in' with me, you'll be finished like photo
I'm sure to bust your %#@! like bolo

Black Nation needs a team, $#&@ solo
I can see ya in your eyes the webness
When your $$# starts to cry it's redness

You can witness the style that I kick from the linguistics
But please come, so save it
Dealin' with the try, but you never can

My ^!$$% Busta Rhymes about to get his man
Ay 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


Busta:FIGARO, Figaro, Figaro
Bust yo %#@!, scar yo windpipes and make me break yo elbow
Put my foot in your $$# slow

Feel the force like a race horse or like a heard of buffalo
Teel me why you be actin' soft
Freak the Spanish flow

Like Julio ?Lepingpacndahoe?
Freeze like chilly Willy the Eskimo
Vigilante like Steven Segal

Now bust the desperado
You $#&@in' with the all time pros
While the zoom lens ammorate ^!$$%s from transistor radios

Mission Impossible without expose
Once I diagnose those who be creepin' blow 'em off they tippy toes
Sorry, fake ^!$$% that's how it goes

Sport the suede-front bullet proof vests in case
you complicate my dough
Handle situations pronto

While appearances got you all hearin' this when I be doin' cameos
%#@! be Wild Hot like Tabasco
$#&@ the fool-ass ^!$$% trespass and caught him in my last zone

Stick a ^!$$% bad like the last hole
Runnin' up on mutha$#&@as 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 of with theme music by my man D'Angelo

We make the %#@! Wild Hot

Chorus (x3)