Butch & Sundance

[Verse 1: Q-Tip] Bust 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, pew, ladies start to swoon The wolves are howling at the moon, your time will never come soon Markie, featuring me and the Brooklyn bad boy The petty thoughts of the sanction when we rhyme, become void The game of life, the game of death Tap out you can't take it, rappers fake it til they make it And it's mirrors of naked, your lady shoes are Rasputin Of the rhyme evolution and all the issues you confusing And we are the solution Yo, Busta rhymes [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes] I'm on, black, you know it's a wrap And despite all the shit you taught me you niggas is wack Fuck that, fuck with us, bitch, them niggas is back Show me your ass, stack it up all on a nigga and now ass clap Don't get your ass clapped trying to be like the next dude Go ahead move, try to prove something I test tube A couple of you funny looking niggas some fufu'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 drinking 'til we fall out While I'm with a strong shine, bitch, you know it's Bust' Rhymes Let me explain, (no), I'm fucking with the slimes That's it, fuck the time, we rock on and on You rhyme wrong, everything about you dead gone Niggas in the front, heard you got my back I'mma 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 remains saying, debating who's position came the greater For now let's set the gate up, the live motivator Couldn't cut it with a fader and Grandmaster was your data 'Til the youth was disenchanted we’ll revamp it single-handed The vision is deep unless every man understand it You spittin' sweet 16’s for king’s queens My mom's got legendary genes 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 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 should've 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 Bust grand, imperial rhymes, finish billing your crimes Oh shit, another verse, get in line first For 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 them niggas like war ships She want the daiquiri, well, I'm allowing her four sips Raw spit, they out here acting like they important You off niggas, get to accepting your loss quick Abort this, identify the God as your lordship For how you funny niggas be looking you an ostrich Beat niggas head, your looks very assaulted The cost is whatever the niggas want, it's the boss, kid Ayo, come on, 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