[Hook 2X: Q-Tip & (Busta Rhymes)]
I got the Busta Bust
Yo, we make the shit wild hot
(I got Kamaal
Complete, we make the shit wild hot)
I got the Busta Bust
Yo, we make the shit wild hot
All y'all rude boys lick a shot (gun shot)

[Verse 1: Q-Tip]
I be the all-eye-seein'
The MCin', human bein'
Soon to be in your museum
When I'm in your coliseum, I'm MCin'
Punishin' wack n***as 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 Patton
Of this MC shit you dick, chillout
You just a private in the lower class
I be the upper echelon
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 it 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 specific
Dealin' with the Tribe, but you never can
My n***a Busta Rhymes about to get his, man
A 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
[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
FIGARO, Figaro, Figaro
Bust yo' shit, scar yo windpipes and quickly break yo' elbows
Put my foot in your ass slow
Feel the force like a race horse or like a herd of buffalo
Tell me why you be actin' soft
Freak the Spanish flow like Julio ?Lepingpacndahoe?
Freeze like Chilly Willy, the Eskimo
Vigilante like Steven Seagal or Bust the desperado
You fuckin' with the all-time pros
While the zoom lens aim on weak n***as from transistor radios
Mission Impossible without expose
Once I diagnose those who be creepin' blow 'em off they tippy toes
Sorry, fake n***a that's how it goes
Sport the suede-front bullet proof vests in case you complicate my dough
Handle situations pronto
Appearances got you all hearin' this when I be doin' cameos
Shit be Wild Hot like Tabasco
Fuck the fool-ass n***a trespass and caught him in my lasso
Stick a n***a 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 off to theme music by my man D'Angelo
We make the shit Wild Hot
[Hook]