One Two Shit
Busta Rhymes Lyrics


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One, two, one, two
One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two
One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two
One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two

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
One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two

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
One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two

Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time
Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design
I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two
One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two

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 engineer
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 see Seventy Three and see Seventy Fo'
Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour

Comin' through 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 'cause we in control
Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll
Let the good times roll, let the good times roll
Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll

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
'cause 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 'cause 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 'cause 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 Cincinnati

So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man
An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself
'cause 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

We comin' far, far, far
Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far
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 today or tomorrow
Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening
You beat them like they father

Oh, shit, check out what I saying
Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah
You know my niggaz don't be playing
Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time

I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes
To define, lyrical sensations
Black masons blowin' up the spot
Just to represent the Nations

Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes
Fat like a burger and fries
Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah
Go back to the country to go check my grand mama

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

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Busta Rhymes's "One Two Shit" showcase the MC's unique style and demeanor while also questioning why some MCs are not up to par. The song is a collaboration between Rhymes, Q-Tip, and Phife Dawg, who were all members of the influential hip-hop group A Tribe Called Quest. The first few lines of the song set the tone for the rhythm, which is characterized by a funky beat and catchy rhymes. There are several references to other hip-hop tracks and artists throughout the song, showcasing Rhymes's knowledge and reverence for the genre.


Rhymes's verse is particularly notable for its use of metaphors and wordplay. He talks about beating people to the punch like Sugar Ray, with his lyrics serving as the bullet and the mic being the tool. He also references other artists, including Seventy Three and Seventy Fo, who were both well-known figures in the hip-hop scene. Throughout the song, Rhymes's use of language is both inventive and playful, showcasing his unique perspective and skill as a rapper.


Overall, "One Two Shit" is a classic example of old-school hip-hop, with its catchy beats and clever lyrics. The song is a testament to the art form and the artists who helped shape it, and it remains a fan favorite to this day.


Line by Line Meaning

One, two, one, two
Let's get this started


One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two
Here comes the sick beat


Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down
Hey, it's Q-Tip, and I'm going to kill it


Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound
I'm grooving to this beat


And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same
Now it's Phife Dawg's turn, and I'm killing it too


And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games
When it comes to performing, I'm taking it seriously


Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time
Now here's Busta Rhymes, showing up and showing off


Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design
I'm bringing a whole new flavor to the game


MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes
Other rappers don't have the skills I do


Don't do the crime if you can't do the time
Don't attempt something you won't be able to handle


Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser
Having a healthy mind and body leads to greater wisdom


Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point
Sometimes profanity is needed to make a point


Brothers need to come with better compositions
Other rappers need to step up their game


In this rap game here, we engineer
We're taking control of the rap game


Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear
We're making it happen, no doubt


Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray
I'm always one step ahead, like Sugar Ray Leonard


Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool
My style is beyond cool


My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool
My words are powerful and the microphone is my weapon


Peace to see Seventy Three and see Seventy Fo'
Shout out to my crew


Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour
I'm making moves when I'm on tour


What you really need to do is just boogie your ass
Just dance and have fun


It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last
We need to cherish and make the most of good times


Why is that MC's be wack
Why are so many rappers untalented?


And major labels wanna sound like crap?
Why are record labels pushing low-quality music?


Aiyyo, funk dat
I don't care for that


Word to life, I'm comin' rugged
I'm coming through hard and intense


'cause once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love
Hip-hop is all about love and unity


If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it
If the beat is good, I'll use it, but if it's not, I'll pass


Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it
I refuse to use a terrible beat, and how could anyone choose it?


Put down the mic kid 'cause you gets no dap
Put the microphone down because you're not getting any props


The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style
Phife Dawg has plenty of style


So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing
Listen to my rhymes and see what I'm working with


I rap when I rap 'cause I never wanna sing
I'm a rapper, not a singer


Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle
Ask the last rapper I battled - it didn't end well for him


I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle
I destroyed him so badly he can't even sleep


Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana
I'm striking back at other rappers


We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty
We're rappers that will blow your mind


Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati
Our music is getting a lot of attention


So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man
Send help if you can't send support


An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself
If you can't send help, come yourself


'cause all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else
These other rappers are imitators, and it's sad


See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt
My rhymes are so good they'll blow your mind


Money on my mind so never mind a trick
I'm focused on making money, so don't distract me


World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart
I'm the best short rapper around and I know how to get a party started


Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark
Shaheed is coming through with the hype support


Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit
I'm always innovating and pushing the boundaries of rap




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: ALI SHAHEED JONES-MUHAMMAD, JOHN W. DAVIS, MALIK IZAAK TAYLOR, TREVOR SMITH

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One two, one two
One one, one two one two
Yo it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down
Yes I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound
It go
One one, one two one two
And it's the, Phife Dawg, and I do the same
And when it comes to ripping mics hey yo it ain't no games
One one, one two one two
Hey yo you know it's Busta Rhymes, ev-ery time
Oh yes, I'm coming wicked with the new design
I'm saying
One one, one two one two
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 engineer
Stabbing up the jam yeah son shit's clear
And I be kicking rhymes in my own damn way
Beating niggas 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 something when I'm out on tour
Coming through like narcotics for the antibiotics
Flapping 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, cause we in control
Take you out on your high less you paying a toll
Let the good times roll, let the good times toll
Take you out on your high less you paying a toll
Question Why is that, MC's be wack
And major labels wanna sound like crap, hey yo Funk that!
Word to life I'm coming 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 Refuse 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 styles
It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild
So bust what I'm swinging what I'm swingin when I swing
I rap when I rap cause 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 boy official coming with the ill grammar
Coming back on kids, like Joey Montana
We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty
Mad play, on WKRP in Cincinnati
So lord send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man
An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself
Cause all deez biting MC's, lawd them something 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 ripping 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
We coming far far far
Busta Rhymes is coming far far far
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
Niggas be collaborating sickening you beat them like they father
Oh shit check out what I saying
You know my niggas don't be playing
Once upon a hacking time
I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes
To define, lyrical sensations
Black masons blowing up the spot Just to represent the Nations
Three dimensions, tryclops,
Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes
Fat like a burger and fries
Go back to the country to go check my grandmama
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!

Ken Carn

ClaSsiK Sh!T 🔥

Antertainment531

"Never mind dat, m'on, here comes the dread"......

171TITO

Ya know ya hear me star!

Respect Knuckles

2021 💪🏾

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