Busta Rhymes & Q-Tip - Come on Down Lyrics
(with Big Daddy Kane)[Verse One: Big Daddy Kane]When I'm in motion it's just like the flow of the oceanThe weight of the words swerve and curveMy style flexes bigger than the state of TexasQuick as a Lambourghini, smooth as a LexusI guess that makes me the top of the lineOh yes I'm the most prime of all timeCause as soon as I pick up the mic and begin and the lyrics just startTo flowing, ahem ahem, coughing couldn't stop me from goingOn with the rapture, so that I can captureYour mind with state of the art music made to adap toTo knowledge the God on the grooveBecause when my tongue moves I just loooove that I'm smoothDo it with these and in times I leave reasTo give em a little of thje flavor that pleaseAs I, school in the who in pursuin and doin and reignin again and theGutter and stutter and killin and chillin collectin the rent andJammin and slammin and damn it'sToo much for one mind to comprehendA pure blend, the way that I make words mendAnd, the way that I be doin rappers inMichael Bivins couldn't make these Boyz II MenI play, somethin verbally, capable to murder theAverage MC, the tough ones I'll burn third degreeAnd if you're thinkin that I'm takin a beatinYou're sure to see the Pink Panther speakin[Verse Two: Q-Tip]I'm a native New Yorker, I pitch a lot of porkerWhen I get my ride, I be the grill squawkerTip's a smooth talker, I love Alice WalkerSo get off the dillz and step back you little hawkerBetter yet you hooker, you wanna show I book yaThe highest way I took ya, is youse a good lookerQueens is residential, I make the presidentialsOver instrumentals, I utilize the mentalsFirst saw Big Daddy at the place called Union SquareIf you wnet in by yourself it was a terrorSee, I could do that cause my crew is kinda phatOutside we had the toolies, out West you call em gatsIt's that, oh thanks chat, well let me drop some more shitBring your bats and balls and please don't forfeitCause you won't get away, your status will be stankYou can ride with me G I'm goin to the bankTo meet up with Kane, up on Dollar LaneYou get the idea, cause page times is nearSo rappers see they bug cause they really can't handlePosition from the rappin, cause some of them be slackinNot in this sport of thought we block out the devilThe three different flavors, you know we on the level[Verse Three: Busta Rhymes]Check it out, uhh! As I come down and get dumbYes roughneck, swingin along with the drumSwimmin in the, track, retaliatin thorough is howI react, Busta Rhymes will attackAs you feel the pain, bass kick impacts to the brainGotta make a mega migraineWhattup? To the Big Daddy and TipMy trip, flip the rhyme, then I dipHey, hip-hop, cool, bust the interludeWack do ya on the stage gettin booedThis structure it takes, bust the angle of three different flavorsOn a young raider choc well that's my vocal faderKeep my volume on extra boom!All the braids in my neck symbolizes that I want roomWord up, huh! Here I am, damnDragon slayer stackin layer after layerThis jam will be ran while the record flim flamWIggle your front pram, to the runnin manSam, Busta, Rhymes, comin on timeL.O.N.S. did, rip a new designFlavor one, taste the unborn babyFlip before you move or catch a bad one babyCHiggy change chump, the oversized puffBusta pump you and the love, and then I rumpEmotional stter point, for the wildBusta buckwild musically direct from Strong IsleUnload, catch you like smell laterDig on your taste of the third flavor, rrrarrrRHHHRARRARRRRH! Direct from the lungs of the dragon, uh!
