God Lives Through Lyrics - Busta Rhymes

[Intro: Busta Rhymes] 

I always wanted to rhyme on this shit 

Yea... La La LaLa La La 

La La... I always wanted to sing that shit 

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] 

Yo, when i come with the excitement 

Like a baby when they speak they first words 

So compelling when i speak can even burst nerves 

Skyscraper rhymes flying like the first bird 

Penthouse view I help ya see the earth curve 

I scorch the street and you can search for burns 

I think sick before i speak my thoughts hurt the words 

Here i come, i come to get you what you each deserve 

Feed the street the shit that make em want to eat the curb 

Well if you lookin for me, here i am, run 

Because you can't erase me, accept it how it come 

You might as well embrace me, somehow i'm never done 

Maybach Zeppelin, call em metallic plum 

And while im having fun, we gotta keep it bouncing 

Unraveling another bag of the money, keep counting 

When a cup runeth over like a broken water fountain 

Here i am like i appeared at the top of the mountain 

Or here i am back from vacation, see ya boy is home 

Parading for the kid, they respect cus the cornerstone 

Invading strips so incredibly like im local homes 

Connect the hoods international like a global phone 

It's so magical how i hold my own or with my brother cmon 

Or when i hold the chrome, merciless with my advesaries 

I'm so alone, i'm in a place into planetary i'm in a zone 

Insighting wires int spots see how i get em 

Got em wild see how i be smilin when i'm with em 

Then i remind em, see i'm right behind em when i hit em 

Cus when i finally kill em got them bottles in ice buckets 

You know we gotta chill em, touching us over the streets 

See thats how got up in em, then im back to my city 

To properly put em on and make an everlasting 

Impression, my people sing along now 

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[Hook] 

[Verse 2: Phife Dawg] 

There's a million MCs that claim they want some 

But see I create sounds that make your ears go numb 

Peace to Sayres Ave., yeah you know how we go 

My best friend Steven at the Home Depot 

Laurelton is in the house, I can't forget Southside 

Walk past MCs like that girl did to Pharcyde 

I'm labeled as the cat's meow, the MC with the know-how 

Act like you know, not now but right now 

Beast of the East, on MCs I have a feast 

I'd eat that ass like quiche, crack a smile like Shanice 

Straight outta Jamaica, seen? Jamaica, Queens 

But you could find me out in Georgia, or anywhere in between 

Now if my partners don't look good, Malik won't look good 

If Malik don't look good, then Quest won't look good 

If the Quest don't look good, then Queens won't look good 

But since the sounds are universal, New York won't look good 

Picture Phife losing a battle, come on, get off it 

Put down the microphone son, surrender, forfeit 

Did I hear something 'bout a crew? What they wanna do? 

You better call Mr. Babyface so he can bring out the cool in you 

Or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton 

And I'll dissect you like a fraction 

Oh, you wannabe top cat MCs, I'll pop you like a zit 

You wanna be the champ, you more like Chief Some-shit 

Big up myself every time when it comes to this 

MCs be running scared as if they're watching the Exorcist 

I kick more game than a crackhead from Hempstead 

My styles are milk, man, you'd think that I was breast-fed 

You know the steelo when the diggy Dawg is on the scene 

I dedicate this to all the MCs outta Queens 

That goes for Onyx, LL, Run DMC 

Akinyele, Nasty Nas and the Extra P 

You need a chart, straight up and down man, there ain't no other 

Nuff respect to all my peeps that made the album cover 

Yo, Tip don't worry none you know I get the party jumping 

Get on the mic and break 'em off a little little something 

Yo, Tip don't worry none you know I gets the party jumping 

Get on the mic my man and break 'em off a little something 

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[Hook] 

[Verse 3: Q-Tip] 

We got the funk doody don shit, clearly it's the bomb shit 

So recognize me, kids memorize me 

Everyday, I be scrounging, really I be lounging 

I play the down low, very very incognito 

Aries is my sign, I know that I can rhyme 

Sometimes I rhyme in riddles, plus I make the honeys wiggle 

Intellect is the major, some heads like to wager 

The skills on the hill, overlooking dollar bills 

Man, you're crazy, thinking you can phase me 

The Ab doesn't study mere nonsense, money 

Life seems to need me, MCs seem too cheesy 

With their doody ass renditions of defeating competition 

I rock to the roll man, yes, I'm a soul man 

Bet your bottom dollar Vinia will make you holler 

As you stand at attention, did I forget to mention 

MCs will give me twenty if I sense that they act funny 

Lyrics are abundant, right there, I sound redundant 

Just mentioning the fact that the area is fat 

I dwell in the under, so honey it's no wonder 

That I get plenty of tail, well I even get white 

I'mma bet hitting head crack, there money, take that 

Breaking niggas off, cut their bank, then I'm off 

While my Nikes match my Lo hat, beat joint is mad fat 

Got the cutter of the box if a kid think he's ox 

For tier means creator, the poetry relator 

It's hemmed like Betsy Ross, let me tell you who's the boss 

[Hook] 

[Outro: Q-Tip] 

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Long Island got the zone 

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Oaktown got the zone