Kamaal Ibn John Fareed (born Jonathan Davis on April 10, 1970), better know… Read Full Bio ↴Kamaal Ibn John Fareed (born Jonathan Davis on April 10, 1970), better known by his stage name Q-Tip, is an American hip hop recording artist from St. Albans, Queens, New York, part of the critically acclaimed group A Tribe Called Quest. Trevor Tahiem Smith, Jr., (born May 20, 1972),[2] better known by his stage name Busta Rhymes, is an American rapper and actor from Brooklyn. A rapper, producer and actor, Chuck D of Public Enemy gave him the moniker Busta Rhymes, after NFL wide receiver George "Buster" Rhymes.
The two of them collaborated on a recent mixtape called "The Abstract & The Dragon," which is a mixtape featuring old songs between the two as well as remixed tracks between the two.
The two of them collaborated on a recent mixtape called "The Abstract & The Dragon," which is a mixtape featuring old songs between the two as well as remixed tracks between the two.
Wild Hot
Busta Rhymes & Q-Tip Lyrics
[Q-Tip]
I got the Busta bust
Yo, we make the shit wild hot
Busta:We got Kamaal
Complete, we make the shit wild hot
[Q-Tip]
I got the Busta bust
Yo, we make the shit wild hot
[Both]
All y'all rude boys lick a shot (gun shot)
[Q-Tip]
I be the all-I-seein'
The MCin'
Human bein'
Soon to be in your museum
When I'm in your colisseum
I'm MCin'
Punishin' wack niggas for disagreein'
Did you see him?
No, 'cause he move like the wind, in flight
Counter-attack like a Jedi Knight
If you're goin' to think about combatin'
General Latin
Of this MC shit you did, killa
You just a private in the lower class
I be the upper at your lawn
Don Juan, when the mic's on
Chief Abstract, Ace Quasimoto
Fuckin' with me, you'll be finished like photo
I'm sure to bust your shit like bolo
Black Nation needs a team, fuck solo
I can see ya in your eyes the webness
When your ass starts to cry it's redness
You can witness the style that I kick from the linguistics
But please come, so save it
Dealin' with the try, but you never can
My nigga Busta Rhymes about to get his man
Ay yo, we do it like this and then we do it like that
It's the Abstract with the new format
We do it like this and then we do it like that
It's the Busta bust with the new format
[Busta]
FIGARO, Figaro, Figaro
Bust yo shit, scar yo windpipes and make me break yo elbow
Put my foot in your ass slow
Feel the force like a race horse or like a heard of buffalo
Teel me why you be actin' soft
Freak the Spanish flow
Like Julio ?Lepingpacndahoe?
Freeze like chilly Willy the Eskimo
Vigilante like Steven Segal
Now bust the desperado
You fuckin' with the all time pros
While the zoom lens ammorate niggas from transistor radios
Mission Impossible without expose
Once I diagnose those who be creepin' blow 'em off they tippy toes
Sorry, fake nigga that's how it goes
Sport the suede-front bullet proof vests in case
You complicate my dough
Handle situations pronto
While appearances got you all hearin' this when I be doin' cameos
Shit be Wild Hot like Tabasco
Fuck the fool-ass nigga trespass and caught him in my last zone
Stick a nigga bad like the last hole
Runnin' up on muthafuckas late night jumpin' out the astro
No, No,No,No,No
If you violate I start to dictate just like Fidel Castro
Make you dreadlock yo' afro
And when I'm done I ride of with theme music by my man D'Angelo
We make the shit Wild Hot
[Chorus: x3]
I got the Busta bust
Yo, we make the shit wild hot
Busta:We got Kamaal
Complete, we make the shit wild hot
[Q-Tip]
I got the Busta bust
Yo, we make the shit wild hot
All y'all rude boys lick a shot (gun shot)
[Q-Tip]
I be the all-I-seein'
The MCin'
Human bein'
Soon to be in your museum
When I'm in your colisseum
I'm MCin'
Punishin' wack niggas for disagreein'
Did you see him?
No, 'cause he move like the wind, in flight
Counter-attack like a Jedi Knight
If you're goin' to think about combatin'
General Latin
Of this MC shit you did, killa
You just a private in the lower class
I be the upper at your lawn
Don Juan, when the mic's on
Chief Abstract, Ace Quasimoto
Fuckin' with me, you'll be finished like photo
I'm sure to bust your shit like bolo
Black Nation needs a team, fuck solo
I can see ya in your eyes the webness
When your ass starts to cry it's redness
You can witness the style that I kick from the linguistics
But please come, so save it
Dealin' with the try, but you never can
My nigga Busta Rhymes about to get his man
Ay yo, we do it like this and then we do it like that
It's the Abstract with the new format
We do it like this and then we do it like that
It's the Busta bust with the new format
[Busta]
FIGARO, Figaro, Figaro
Bust yo shit, scar yo windpipes and make me break yo elbow
Put my foot in your ass slow
Feel the force like a race horse or like a heard of buffalo
Teel me why you be actin' soft
Freak the Spanish flow
Like Julio ?Lepingpacndahoe?
Freeze like chilly Willy the Eskimo
Vigilante like Steven Segal
Now bust the desperado
You fuckin' with the all time pros
While the zoom lens ammorate niggas from transistor radios
Mission Impossible without expose
Once I diagnose those who be creepin' blow 'em off they tippy toes
Sorry, fake nigga that's how it goes
Sport the suede-front bullet proof vests in case
You complicate my dough
Handle situations pronto
While appearances got you all hearin' this when I be doin' cameos
Shit be Wild Hot like Tabasco
Fuck the fool-ass nigga trespass and caught him in my last zone
Stick a nigga bad like the last hole
Runnin' up on muthafuckas late night jumpin' out the astro
No, No,No,No,No
If you violate I start to dictate just like Fidel Castro
Make you dreadlock yo' afro
And when I'm done I ride of with theme music by my man D'Angelo
We make the shit Wild Hot
[Chorus: x3]
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: LALO SCHIFRIN, BUSTA RHYMES, KAMAAL IBN JONATHAN DAVIS FAREED
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Lyrics
[Hook 2X: Q-Tip & (Busta Rhymes)]
I got the Busta Bust
Yo, we make the shit wild hot
(I got Kamaal
Complete, we make the shit wild hot)
I got the Busta Bust
Yo, we make the shit wild hot
All y'all rude boys lick a shot (gun shot)
[Verse 1: Q-Tip]
I be the all-eye-seeing
The MCing, human being
Soon to be in your museum
When I'm in your coliseum, I'm MCing
Punishing wack niggas for disagreeing
Did you see him?
No, 'cause he move like the wind, in flight
Counter-attack like a Jedi Knight
If you're going to think about combating
General Patton
Of this MC shit you dick, chillout
You just a private in the lower class
I be the upper echelon
Don Juan, when the mic's on
Chief Abstract, Ace Quasimoto
Fucking with me, you'll be finished like photo
I'm sure to bust your shit like Bolo
Black Nation needs a team, fuck solo
I can see it in your eyes, the webness
When your ass starts to cry, it's redness
You can witness the style that I kick from the linguistics
But please come specific
Dealing with the Tribe, but you never can
My nigga Busta Rhymes about to get his, man
A yo, we do it like this and then we do it like that
It's the Abstract with the new format
We do it like this and then we do it like that
It's the Busta Bust with the new format
[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
FIGARO, Figaro, Figaro
Bust yo' shit, scar yo windpipes and quickly break yo' elbows
Put my foot in your ass slow
Feel the force like a race horse or like a herd of buffalo
Tell me why you be acting soft
Freak the Spanish flow like Julio ?Lepingpacndahoe?
Freeze like Chilly Willy, the Eskimo
Vigilante like Steven Seagal or Bust the desperado
You fucking with the all-time pros
While the zoom lens aim on weak niggas from transistor radios
Mission Impossible without expose
Once I diagnose those who be creeping blow 'em off they tippy toes
Sorry, fake nigga that's how it goes
Sport the suede-front bullet proof vests in case you complicate my dough
Handle situations pronto
Appearances got you all hearing this when I be doing cameos
Shit be Wild Hot like Tabasco
Fuck the fool-ass nigga trespass and caught him in my lasso
Stick a nigga bad like the last hole
Running up on motherfuckers late night jumping out the Astro
No, No, No, No, No
If you violate I start to dictate just like Fidel Castro
Make you dreadlock yo' afro
And when I'm done I ride off to theme music by my man D'Angelo
We make the shit Wild Hot
[Hook]
@tenebrik
@@marcellussims4831
"When I'm in your coliseum, I'm MCin'
Punishin' wack niggas for disagreein'
Did you see him?
No, 'cause he move like the wind, in flight
Counter-attack like a Jedi Knight"
Daaaaamn !
@Dantana773
2020 and this shit still gets heavy rotation in my playlist
@LessPonTheVibes
MOST UNDERRATED TUNE EVER.
@marcellussims4831
The way that beat comes in after q-tip says "chief abstract,ace Quasimodo" was perfect.
@26472989
The Busta Rhymes I grew up listening to. I miss this.
@piyakhebisonii1001
My favorite song on this album! This was a great soundtrack though!
@danielperron7212
Arguably the best soundtrack ever
@enakdzoo
Thats "Real Deep Hip Hop"...this beat is so Sinister!!!
@thegreatone7739
Busta’s verse was 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
@tonybattle255
The best verse
@devious187
Now this is rap... If you're listening to this, you know the real MCs