歌手:Q-Tip
专辑:《Amplified》

作词 : Fareed, Smith, Spivey
N.T. [Q-Tip] for real though who really got sent flown on the edge got the ledge hangin' out of the window bird chest ******s witcha (winderous fearaf?) ****** around you'll be (hemps meat) inside of a meal sack puny little bucks better hit the jake but that doesn't mean nothin to the heart within you cramped up you and your team
I'm amped up and you asses can't dib me bead my *******ne what the ****** is on your mind?
Little weakling rappers better hit the grind
Other brothers ain't motivated they can't do it
Not only did i penetrate it
I ran through it
My music comes on and we march at the dance
Inside of your mind or inside of my pants?
Musical intention that we have is vast
You sick?
Drink a Ny
Quil well i'm dead on your ass
Oh well then here comes the gellatiin
Tips on some sugars but you yap on your sellin' friends
Now your party is completely blown
Real name is
Kamal i'm in completely zone
It's rap time for you that means nap time
Preachin from my joint what the ******
I'ma clap mine
Singin songs of 6 pence it's intense surpise your ass at the end like the sixth sense heavy hitters knockin *******t out the park you couldn't even really play tell me why did you start spittin sharp blades laced with bleach you wanna play around kid
I'm not a walk at the beach a stroll in the park or your ****** playground put on your headphones tell me how grenades sound put on your walkmase and go underneath the town
Q-Tip abstract how
I gets down
Chorus: [Busta Rhymes]
All my ******es, dance if you know that you dam sure
Let your ******* drip on the dance floor if you wanna [Q-Tip] get down [Busta Rhymes] ****** that ******s that bust gats better let em in 'fore they rush that cuz they wanna [Q-Tip] get down [Busta Rhymes] blick *******t piano sick *******t [Q-Tip] get down [Busta Rhymes] chill you can get off my ****** and [Q-Tip] get down [Busta Rhymes] while
I'm on the hook get on your good foot and blow up the spot for all of you ******s cuz that's how we [Q-Tip] get down [Q-Tip] comin with the brand new quickly we pan to the young black man with intentions to ban you seems that people need an aid today so many fade away so many fiend to stay
I really rhyme cuz
I feel I should say things
While the fraudulent act raps just so they cop rings
Or maybe because when they was young
They was fronted on and left alone to have they own fun
Now they've all grown up to be *******s
I'm giving you the rope will you tie up the lassos
You swing dangling from peach trees
While I sip my
Daqaris in the south west breeze
Writing so exciting the pen it keeps
Drippin out gems that's converted to hems and then
People be hummin it from now to they next to kin
My family is starvin?
You know they want me to win
Me forfeit ****** please get off it
Send a check in my name to my office
Mutombo in the lane yo
I toss it
Abstract comin through witness the bull*******t (Busta Rhymes) hey yo, hey yo engineer cut the ****** beat off...