De La Soul, J Dilla - I.C. Y`all

Yeah

Busta Rhymes
Ha ha ha hah ha hah ha, ha hah ha hah ha
Ha ha Flipmode y'all, whatchu talkin bout
De La y'all, whatchu talkin bout
Whatchu talkin bout

Dove
Yo, you gettin stomped by the marching band
Keep 'em shook like spray cans it's so hot
It's so hot it'll make your face tan ooh
Ace ban rap, the place the wasteland
Bit y'all in my mouth, but you taste bland
I feel fake niggaz and mince these snake niggaz
that hiss but won't bite false alarm
And if it don't Rockwild we fin' to drop a bomb
Word up Strong grip on a mic like we Stretch Arm
I BEEN shine, you been warned and been torn
Get smacked for the BS you been on
Storm bad weather whether or not you stay scorned
For ten years I've baked shit like hot potato
Rhymes still drippin like stu b's, you groupies
need to show ID before the bust down
Touched down the God put 7 to your Zippo
and drop it on you heavy like a hippo
Now you heard that

Chorus Busta Rhymes
To all my dogs all the way in the back, ready to black
IC Y'all see y'all IC Y'all
Ladies get down shake yo' ASS around, I hope you know that
IC Y'all see y'all IC Y'all
To all my soldiers on the corner IC Y'all see y'all
Women doin what they wanna IC Y'all
To them people gettin pulled over IC Y'all see y'all
IC Y'all see y'all wouldn't wanna be y'all

Pos
It's the one and only effect, that you catch from a cassette
Straight wig out the world and girls we straight dig out ya back
with letters spellin out my name
All over your marquee, cause the spark is me
Currently we can be seen across your screen
Stayin wide eyed cause you niggaz tryin to scheme
Welcome to the spot I'm slaying with it
Chop it up and fit it inside your quart of rice
You speak ghetto falsetto on the mic device
Tryin to give me third degree, you just a third of me
Couldn't be the shit if you were a turd of me
A man tight with my funds, crush like Ricky D
who quoted Vance Wright no one can serve us
My squad advance heights quite superb
Just kick off your shoes jump on the jock
It's been a long time comin this you NEED to cop

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Busta Rhymes
It goes one one two two three three four four
Bounce so much I ricochet up off the floor floor
So raw shit the most raw you ever saw
Quarter after four, niggaz quick to bust the back door
Baby open your blouse while I joust another nigga's spouse
Quick Jamaican dick style all in they house
I practice to be the all access, you see the fact is
my mouth dirty, so follow while I display the slackness
Yo, you see my slang talk straight from the slums
When I was young, moms put soap on my tongue, and yo yo
Forever we gettin this CHEDDAR with the quickness
While I cast the spell on these bitches, you can be my eyewitness
Short fuse, nowadays Langston Hughes
We gettin money with whoever even the Jews
The way we finagle and gain it must be all in my shoes
Fuck a nigga up with De La like can amuse

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