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)

 Verse One: 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

 Verse Two: Phife Dawg

 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 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
 NEVER MIND DAT MON HERE COME DE DREAD

 Verse Three: 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
 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 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