One Two Shit Lyrics by A Tribe Called Quest

One Two Shit Lyrics

    Intro: q-tip, phife dawg, busta rhymes

    One two, one two
    One-wa-wa-one, one two one two (3x)
    Yo it's the q-tip, you know i get down
    Yes i rock to the rhythm of a funky sound
    It go
    One-wa-wa-one, one two one two (2x)

    And it's the, phife dawg, and i do the same
    And when it comes to rippin mics aiyyo it ain't no games
    One-wa-wa-one, one two one two (2x)

    Aiyyo you know it's busta rhymes, ev-ery time
    Oh yes, i'm comin wicked with the new design
    I'm sayin
    One-wa-wa-one, one two one two (2x)

    Verse one: q-tip

    Mc's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes
    Don't do the crime if you can't do the time
    The time is eternal when you play with the miser
    Soul is in my body, and the health make me wiser
    The tantalizing wordplay yeah that's the joint
    Sometimes i have to cuss just to prove my damn point
    Brothers need to come, with better, compositions
    I write, and recite, to make, good position
    In this, rap game here, we en-gineer
    Stabbin up the jam yeah son shit's clear
    And i be kickin rhymes in my own damn way
    Beatin niggaz to the punch like sugar ray
    Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool
    My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool
    Peace to c-seventy-three, and c-seventy-fo'
    Do a little somethin when i'm out on tour
    Comin thru like narcotics for the antibiotics
    Flappin shorty's stockings to the space-like sprockets
    What you really need to do is just boogie your ass
    It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last
    Let the good times roll, cuz we in control
    Take you out on your high less you payin a toll
    Let the good times roll, let the good times toll
    Take you out on your high less you payin a toll

    Verse two: phife dawg

    Question
    Why is that, mc's be wack
    And major labels wanna sound like crap
    Aiyyo funk dat!
    Word to life i'm comin rugged
    Cuz once you add the hip to the hop kid, it equals out to love
    If the beat's fat i use it, some wack shit, i lose it
    Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it
    Put down the mic kid, cuz you gets no dap
    How long did it take for you to see you can't rap
    The name is phife dawg, and i got nuff style
    It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild
    So bust what i'm swingin what i'm swingin when i swing
    I rap when i rap cuz i never wanna sing
    Go ask the last mc what happened when he said battle
    I bust his ass in cleveland now he's sleepless in seattle
    Rude bwoy official comin with the ill grammar
    Comin back on kids, like joey montana
    We be the three mc's to make your mind go batty
    Mad play, on wkrp in cincinatti
    So lord send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man
    An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself
    Cuz all deez bitin mc's, lawd dem somethin else
    See i kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt
    Money on my mind so never mind a trick
    New york is the town and the team is the knicks
    World's greatest five footer rippin parties apart
    Here comes shaheed with the big green shark
    Never had to rhyme about feelin what with lead
    Never mind dat mon here come de dread

    Verse three: busta rhymes

    We comin farrrr farrrr farrrr
    Busta rhymes is comin farrrr farrr farr
    Ya know ya hear me star!
    Bet your bottom dollah
    Right after this jam about one million one two niggaz go follow
    Whether it be to-day or to-morrow
    Niggaz be collaboratin sickening
    You beat them like they father
    Ohhhhh shit check out what i saying
    Ah-hah ah-hah ohhhhh ah-hah ah-hah
    You know my niggaz don't be playing
    Once upon a mah-hah-hacking time
    I received the opportuni-ties to represent my first rhymes
    To define, lyrical sensations
    Black masons blowin up the spot
    Just to represent the nations
    Three dimensions, tryclops, mr. busta rhymes three eyes
    Fat like a burger and fries
    Mama-so-mama-saa-mamma-ma-ko-sah
    Go back to the country to go check my grandmama
    Eeeyah!! bring it to the table at the meetings
    Gathering large receivings delivering intellectual ass beatings
    As i carry on with my proceedings
    Greetings!! watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings
    But before i be face to face with my eternal resting place
    I hope you find civilized every soul and every race
    Sit dog sit!
    Busta rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit!

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