A Tribe Called Quest - One Two Shit Lyrics
Intro: q-tip, phife dawg, busta rhymesOne two, one twoOne-wa-wa-one, one two one two (3x)Yo its 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 its the, phife dawg, and I do the sameAnd when it comes to rippin mics aiyyo it aint no gamesOne-wa-wa-one, one two one two (2x)Aiyyo you know its busta rhymes, ev-ery timeOh yes, Im comin wicked with the new designIm sayinOne-wa-wa-one, one two one two (2x)Verse one: q-tipMcs aint coming equipped with the rhymesDont do the crime if you cant 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 thats 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 shits clearAnd I be kickin rhymes in my own damn wayBeatin niggaz to the punch like sugar rayGot the cool-ass style, thats cooler than the coolMy lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the toolPeace to c-seventy-three, and c-seventy-foDo a little somethin when Im out on tourComin thru like narcotics for the antibioticsFlappin shortys stockings to the space-like sprocketsWhat you really need to do is just boogie your assIts 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, mcs be wackAnd major labels wanna sound like crapAiyyo funk dat!Word to life Im comin ruggedCuz once you add the hip to the hop kid, it equals out to loveIf the beats 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 cant rapThe name is phife dawg, and I got nuff styleIt doesnt take long for me to get buckwildSo bust what Im swingin what Im 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 hes sleepless in seattleRude bwoy official comin with the ill grammarComin back on kids, like joey montanaWe be the three mcs 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 mcs, lawd dem somethin elseSee I kick the styles thatll make ya ass meltMoney on my mind so never mind a trickNew york is the town and the team is the knicksWorlds 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 dont 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!
