Renaissance Rap (Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Q-Tip (imitating Marley Marl)] I don't care who first or who last I just know y'all betta rock dis at da drop of a dime, baby! (Renaissance…) I don't care what y'all say or what y'all do But you got to be finished before the music is through I don't think they heard me, hold up… So here we go, now [Verse 1: Q-Tip] It be the Midnight Maurader on the scene Geographically earthed in a place called Queens I was formed with my principles, way I displayed When I used to cool out where all the other kids played 'Cause I was way too ill, I would hone my skill Go out in the park and let my chemicals spill Right there, on Farmers Boulevard, I made my mark Two dudes, brothers would dip from us, me, and NARCS And then my legend would grow on the A-train line Where rappers would gather to see me blowin' nicks and dimes It was me, Big Pete, Tanya, and Sir Ibu When in the heat of the cypher, I was not liable For all the casualties of the dutty MCs I split the train car like Moses did the Red Sea Get it in your head, we gon' rock the dead Night of the living MC's, the weak ones fled; c'mon Bus… [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes] Yo, yo, Godbody, wise intelligence Smack niggas and wrestle with elephants My beloved, respect my benevolence, comin' like missiles The issue is this, be the shit you can't rebel against Then I sniff out you niggas that be hidin' in bushes, waassup? And strangle niggas like poisonous octopuses, shut the fuck up! Back with hazardous weathers and blizzards As I spit, stickin' out my tongue like an iguana lizard At you corny niggas (ha!), Animal Planet rap, Wildlife Stabbin' you in your back wild nice (Ahhhh!) While I hunt and eat you niggas like food, leavin' you bleedin' (Beats!) Rattle the speakers, like some buffalo stampedin' If you don't understand what I'm sayin', lyrically I'm like goons acci-DENTALLY beating you like gorillas playin' (Ha ha!) Bitches know when I spit, I be seducin' them Countless money with diamonds that's buried in Jerusalem The Renaissance [Interlude: Q-Tip (imitating Marley Marl)] WHOOO, that's Busta Rhymes right there I don't know what I look like sendin' Raekwon in there Where Raekwon at? [Verse 3: Raekwon] Ayo, ayo, squeezing Johnny Walker neck up in the Benzo freezing The head-long cock, block pumpin' is easy Poison medals on my neck wrists and arms Louie luggages is bronze, a big bag of D, Happy Kwanz' Together, we the Chi-Lites to twists of the O'Jays One line from this'll have you leanin' like roach spray Poison up on Hoyt Street, my boys in Mrs., our choice Brooklyn, Shaolin wildin' in the Royces Old Gold at the Golden Globes, my robe hittin' the cement Chef in the building, yep, and he been A thousand one goons at the Rhumba Certified clients, drug money and somethin' up, giants Yo, it's the Tarzan cocaine clan in the area Guerrillas in Louie hats, the more, the merrier Take mines, take a hundred 9's We be runnin' out of rhymes, never bullets Try to front and you mines, Renaissance [Interlude: Q-Tip] (WHOOOOOOOOOO-WHEEE!!!) [Verse 4: Lil Wayne & Q-Tip] Ahem, I go off Let me spaz, let me spaz (C'mon!) Though they call me Weezy F., you gon let me pass So ahead of my time with my next-week ass Money on the dinner table like, "Let's eat cash!" And I do it for the killers and the hundred dollar billas And from now on, I don't think you should stunt without a million Dollars in the bank, I got money in the bank Now throw yo' hands in the air if your pussy don't stank You got a bullet and a shank, I got a bullet and a tank I got fur in my boots, and the hoodie on the minks Stop sweatin' me, you should follow me, I'm directing it Other fools break it down, I be dissecting it Ever since I made it up out of middle America Everybody wanna be in my genital area But you better stay away from my chemical barrier Weezy Baby, straight out the Caesarean, nigga (What's it called, man?) Oh yeah: (Huh?) "Renaissance Rap" [Outro: Q-Tip (imitating Marley Marl)] Man, I ain't gon give y'all my microphone no more! 'Cause y'all tear it up when you get it Lemme see who we had on here Now, we had Q-Tip, we had Busta Rhymes You had Raekwon the Chef, you had Lil Wayne on here Man, I ain't givin' y'all my microphone no more 'Cause y'all tear it up when you get it I just said, get a lil' somethin before the beats go… [*echoes*]