Q-tip - Butch & Sundance lyrics

[Verse 1: Q-Tip] Bust my brother despite the two mothers Butch and Sundance trot, k**shot to you f**ers You feel the wind of excellence before we enter in the room So a**ume your position of the natural born coon When we groom other rappers, pew, ladies start to swoon The wolves are howling at the moon, your time will never come soon Markie, featuring me and the Brooklyn bad boy The petty thoughts of the sanction when we rhyme, become void The game of life, the game of d**h Tap out you can't take it, rappers fake it til they make it And it's mirrors of naked, your lady shoes are Rasputin Of the rhyme evolution and all the issues you confusing And we are the solution Yo, Busta rhymes [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes] I'm on, black, you know it's a wrap And despite all the sh** you taught me you n***as is wack f** that, f** with us, b**h, them n***as is back Show me your a**, stack it up all on a n***a and now a** clap Don't get your a** clapped trying to be like the next dude Go ahead move, try to prove something I test tube A couple of you funny looking n***as some fufu's Them n***as is too cool, you n***as is through See we live with it, homie, look, we clearing the bar out Toasting, celebrating and we drinking 'til we fall out While I'm with a strong shine, b**h, you know it's Bust' Rhymes Let me explain, (no), I'm f**ing with the slimes That's it, f** the time, we rock on and on You rhyme wrong, everything about you dead gone n***as in the front, heard you got my back I'mma put the drug back in the street like nickle crack Abstract [Verse 3: Q-Tip] One for the beat and two for the creator The remains saying, debating who's position came the greater For now let's set the gate up, the live motivator Couldn't cut it with a fader and Grandmaster was your data 'Til the youth was disenchanted we'll revamp it single-handed The vision is deep unless every man understand it You spittin' sweet 16's for king's queens My mom's got legendary genes that brought me greens You virtual robotic, I got the lean product Fiends follow like the hobbit cause crowd could never top it And your trash is not the topic, we know you can't rock it Well, sh** the topic is that none of you n***as can stop it Indeed, we gonna do it, you know we went through it Here's the stripes to prove it if you listen to the music If you listen to the music then you should've get it better It's the Abstract and the Dragon and we doing this together [Verse 4: Busta Rhymes] Do it together, do it forever Bust grand, imperial rhymes, finish billing your crimes Oh sh**, another verse, get in line first For what it's worth, did it all, did it first n***as mad, sick with thirst, hit 'em bad 'til it hurt Pick the land, pick the turf The f** is up? We getting this work I stay on my bullsh** eating n***as' food, b**h I'm in the mood, wildin like swallowing Quaalude Bet they want that sh**, better forfeit And forklift n***as like I'm throwing them off cliffs It's all horsesh**, bang them n***as like war ships She want the daiquiri, well, I'm allowing her four sips Raw spit, they out here acting like they important You off n***as, get to accepting your loss quick Abort this, identify the God as your lordship For how you funny n***as be looking you an ostrich Beat n***as head, your looks very a**aulted The cost is whatever the n***as want, it's the boss, kid Ayo, come on, what you doing? What you - what you doing, dude? Why you trying to stop my sh** son? The f**'s up, son? Stop doing that sh** son Word, son, stop doing that sh** f** that