Butch & Sundance

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Q-Tip] Bus' my brother, despite the two mothers Butch and Sundance trot, killshot to you fuckers You feel the wind of excellence before we enter in the room So assume your position of the natural born coon When we groom, other rappers *pewn*, ladies start to swoon Wolves are howling at the moon, your time will never come soon Marquee features me and the Brooklyn bad boy Petty thoughts of ascension, when we rhyme, become void The game of life, game of death, tap out, you can't take it And rappers fake it til they make it, innerspirits half naked Ya lady's shoes are Rasputin Of the rhyme evolution and all the issues you're confusing in – We are the solution Yo, Bus Rhymes [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes] I'm on, black, you know it's a wrap And despite all of the shit you talk, these niggas is wack Fuck that, fuck with us, bitch, them niggas is back Show me yo' ass, stack it up all on a nigga, now ass clap Don't get your ass capped trying to be like the next dude Go ahead, move, try to prove something, my test tube A couple of you funny looking niggas Umfufu's Them niggas is too cool, you niggas is through See we live with it, homie, look, we clearing the bar out Toasting, celebrating, and we drink 'til we fall out Wildin' with a strong shine, bitch, you know it's Bus' Rhymes Let me explain, (No), I'm fucking with the slimes That's it, fuck the time, we rock on and on Ya rhyme wrong, everything about you dead gone Niggas in the front, heard you got my back I'ma put the drug back in the street like nickle crack Abstract – [Verse 3: Q-Tip] One for the beat and two for the creator The remained-sane debater, who's position could be greater? For now, let's hit Decatur, the live motivator Couldn't cut it with a fader if Grandmaster was your data To the youth whose disenchanted, we'll revamp it single-handed Indigenous deepness, every man understand it You spittin' sweet 16's for king's queens My rhymes got legendary G's that brought me greens You virtual robotic, I got the lean product Fiends follow like The Hobbit, 'cause crowd could never top it And your trash is not the topic, we know you can't rock it Well, shit the topic is that none of you niggas can stop it Indeed, we're gonna do it, you know we went through it Here's the stripes to prove it, if you listen to the music If you listen to the music, then you're sure to get it better It's The Abstract and The Dragon and we doing this together [Verse 4: Busta Rhymes] Do it together, do it forever Bus' Grand Imperial Rhymes, finish billing your shrines Aw shit, another verse, get in line first What it's worth, did it all, did it first Niggas mad, sick with thirst, hit 'em bad 'til it hurt Pick the land, pick the turf! The fuck is up? We getting this work I stay on my bullshit eating niggas' food, bitch! I'm in the mood, wildin' like swallowing Quaalude Bet they want that shit, better forfeit And forklift niggas, like I'm throwing them off cliffs It's all horseshit, bang up niggas like war ships She want the daiquiri? Well, I'm allowing her four sips Frost bit, they out here acting like they important You off niggas, get to acceptin' your loss quick Abort this, identify the God as your lordship For how you funny niggas looking like you an ostrich Beat niggas head, ya looks very assaulted The cost is whatever the niggas want, it's the boss, kid [Outro: Busta Rhymes] Ayo, Kamaal, what you doing? What you–what you doing, dude? Why you trying to stop my shit, son? The fuck's up, son? Stop doing that shit, son... Word, son, stop doing that shit Fuck that