God Lives Through - Busta Rhymes, Q-Tip

I always wanted to rhyme on this shit

Yea… La La La La La La

La La… I always wanted to sing that shit

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 Kamaal

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

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

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

Queens got a…

Brooklyn got a…

Bronx got a…

Staten Island got a…

Long Island got the zone

Jersey got a…

Philly got a…

Milwaukee got a…

L.A. got a…

Oaktown got the zone