Q-Tip:I got the Busta bust 

      Yo, we make the shit wild hot 

Busta:We got Kamaal

      Complete, we make the shit wild hot

Q-Tip:I got the Busta bust

      Yo, we make the shit 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 niggas 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 shit 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

      Fuckin' with me, you'll be finished like photo   

      I'm sure to bust your shit like bolo    

      Black Nation needs a team, fuck solo    

      I can see ya in your eyes the webness   

      When your ass 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 nigga 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 shit, scar yo windpipes and make me break yo elbow   

      Put my foot in your ass 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 fuckin' with the all time pros

      While the zoom lens ammorate niggas from transistor radios   

      Mission Impossible without expose 

      Once I diagnose those who be creepin' blow 'em off they tippy toes    

      Sorry, fake nigga 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     

      Shit be Wild Hot like Tabasco

      Fuck the fool-ass nigga trespass and caught him in my last zone      

      Stick a nigga bad like the last hole     

      Runnin' up on muthafuckas 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 shit Wild Hot

        

      Chorus (x3)