Grits: One two shit

One two, one twoOne-wa-wa-one, one two one two (3X)Yo it's the Q-Tip, you know I get downYes I rock to the rhythm of a funky soundIt goOne-wa-wa-one, one two one two (2X)And it's the, Phife Dawg, and I do the sameAnd when it comes to rippin mics aiyyo it ain't no gamesOne-wa-wa-one, one two one two (2X)Aiyyo you know it's Busta Rhymes, ev-ery timeOh yes, I'm comin wicked with the new designI'm sayinOne-wa-wa-one, one two one two (2X)Verse One: Q-TipMC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymesDon't do the crime if you can't do the timeThe time is eternal when you play with the miserSoul is in my body, and the health make me wiserThe tantalizing wordplay yeah that's the jointSometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn pointBrothers need to come, with better, compositionsI write, and recite, to make, good positionIn this, rap game here, we en-gineerStabbin up the jam yeah son shit's clearAnd I be kickin rhymes in my own damn wayBeatin niggaz to the punch like Sugar RayGot the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the coolMy lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the toolPeace to C-Seventy-Three, and C-Seventy-Fo'Do a little somethin when I'm out on tourComin thru like narcotics for the antibioticsFlappin shorty's stockings to the Space-like SprocketsWhat you really need to do is just boogie your assIt's not gassed, we got to make the good times lastLet the good times roll, cuz we in controlTake you out on your high less you payin a tollLet the good times roll, let the good times tollTake you out on your high less you payin a tollVerse Two: Phife DawgQuestionWhy is that, MC's be wackAnd major labels wanna sound like crapAiyyo Funk Dat!Word to life I'm comin ruggedCuz once you add the hip to the hop kid, it equals out to loveIf the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose itRefuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks Renuse itPut down the mic kid, cuz you gets no dapHow long did it take for you to see you can't rapThe name is Phife Dawg, and I got nuff styleIt doesn't take long for me to get buckwildSo bust what I'm swingin what I'm swingin when I swingI rap when I rap cuz I never wanna singGo ask the last MC what happened when he said battleI bust his ass in Cleveland now he's Sleepless in SeattleRude bwoy official comin with the ill grammarComin back on kids, like Joey MontanaWe be the three MC's to make your mind go battyMad play, on WKRP in CincinattiSo lord send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a manAn if ya kyan sen a man, come yaselfCuz all deez bitin MC's, lawd dem somethin elseSee I kick the styles that'll make ya ass meltMoney on my mind so never mind a trickNew York is the town and the team is the KnicksWorld's greatest five footer rippin parties apartHere comes Shaheed with the big green sharkNever had to rhyme about feelin what with leadNEVER MIND DAT MON HERE COME DE DREADVerse Three: Busta RhymesWe comin farrrr farrrr farrrrBusta Rhymes is comin farrrr farrr farrya know ya hear me Star!Bet your bottom dollahRight after this jam about one million one two niggaz go followWhether it be to-day or to-morrowNiggaz be collaboratin sickeningyou beat them like they fatherOhhhhh shit check out what I sayingAh-hah ah-hah ohhhhh ah-hah ah-hahYou know my niggaz don't be playingOnce upon a mah-hah-hacking timeI received the opportuni-ties to represent my first rhymesTo define, lyrical sensationsBlack masons blowin up the spotJust to represent the NationsThree dimensions, tryclops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyesFat like a burger and friesMama-so-mama-saa-mamma-ma-ko-sahGo back to the country to go check my grandmamaEeeyah!! Bring it to the table at the meetingsGathering large receivings delivering intellectual ass beatingsAs I carry on with my proceedingsGreetings!! Watch a nigga debut on premier movie screeningsBut before I be face to face with my eternal resting placeI hope you find civilized every soul and every raceSit dog sit!Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit!