(feat. Busta Rhymes)

[Q-Tip]

for real though who really got sick though
on the edge got the ledge hangin' out of the window
bird chest ^!$$%s witcha winderous fearaf

$#&@ around you'll be against me the size of a meal sack
cutie little bucks better hit the jake
but that doesn't mean nothin to the heart within

you cramped up you and your team I'm amped up
and you $$#es can't dip my B
my shine what the $#&@ is on your mind?

Little weaklink rappers better hit the grind
Other brothers ain't motivated they can't do it
Not only the opposite train it I ran through it

My music comes on and we march at the dance
Inside of your mind or inside of my pants?
Use a cruel intention that we have is bad

You sick? Drink a NyQuil when I'm bed on your $$#
Oh well then here comes the gellatiin
Tips on some sugars but you yap on your sellin' friends

Now your party is completely blown
Real name is Kamal I'll make him peep his own
It's rap time for you that means nap time

Preachin from my joint what the $#&@ I'ma clap mine
Singin songs in 6 pens with sit tensed
Surpised your $$# is the end like the sixth sense

heavy hitters knockin %#@! out the park
you didn't even really play tell me why did you start
spittin sharp blades lakes with bleach

you wanna play around kid I'm not a walk at the beach
a stroll in the park or your $#&@in playground
put on your headphones and tell me how granades sound

put on your walkmase and go underneath the town
Q-Tip abstract how I gets down


[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
All my (*##$es, dance if you know that you dam sure
Let your #~!!@ drip on the dance floor if you wanna

[Q-Tip]
get down
[Busta Rhymes]

$#&@ that ^!$$%s will bust gats
better lit a make for their rush that cuz they wanna
[Q-Tip]

get down
[Busta Rhymes]
blick %#@! piano sick %#@!

[Q-Tip]
get down
[Busta Rhymes]

chill you can get off my dick and
[Q-Tip]
get down

[Busta Rhymes]
while I'm on the hook get on your good foot
and blow up the spot for all of you ^!$$%s cuz that's how we

[Q-Tip]
get down


[Q-Tip]
comin with the brand new quickly we pant to
the young black man with intentions to band you

see that people need a age in things
so many paid their ways so many phean to stay
I really rhyme cuz I feel I should say things

By the fortualte act rap just so they cop rings
Or maybe because when they was young
They was fronted on a life alone that have their own fun

Now their all grown up to be $$#holes
I'm giving you the rope will you tie talassels?
You swing dingaling for peas trees

While I sip my Dacarees in the south west breeze
Writings so exciting the pen it keeps
Drippin out jings that's converted to hems and them

People be hummin in formality next to kin
My family is starvin? You know they want me to win
We forfeit ^!$$% please get off it
Second checkin my name to my office
Mutombo in the lane yo I toss it

Abstract comin through witness abortion