Lyrics of Wild Hot — Busta Rhymes and A Tribe Called Quest

Lyrics

Wild Hot Song Lyrics

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[Q-Tip:] I got the Busta bust
Yo, we make the sh*t wild hot
[Busta:] We got Kamaal
Complete, we make the sh*t wild hot
[Q-Tip:] I got the Busta bust
Yo, we make the sh*t wild hot
[Both:] All y'all rude boys lick a shot
[gun shot]

[Q-Tip:] I be the all-I-seein'
The MCin'
Human bein'
Soon to be in your museum
When I'm in your colisseum
I'm MCin'
Punishin' wack niggas for disagreein'
Did you see him?
No, 'cause he move like the wind, in flight
Counter-attack like a Jedi Knight
If you're goin' to think about combatin'
General Latin
Of this MC sh*t you did, killa
You just a private in the lower class
I be the upper at your lawn
Don Juan, when the mic's on
Chief Abstract, Ace Quasimoto
f**kin' with me, you'll be finished like photo
I'm sure to bust your sh*t like bolo
Black Nation needs a team, f**k solo
I can see ya in your eyes the webness
When your ass starts to cry it's redness
You can witness the style that I kick from the linguistics
But please come, so save it
Dealin' with the try, but you never can
My nigga Busta Rhymes about to get his man
Ay yo, we do it like this and then we do it like that
It's the Abstract with the new format
We do it like this and then we do it like that
It's the Busta bust with the new format

[Busta:] FIGARO, Figaro, Figaro
Bust yo sh*t, scar yo windpipes and make me break yo elbow
Put my foot in your ass slow
Feel the force like a race horse or like a heard of buffalo
Teel me why you be actin' soft
Freak the Spanish flow
Like Julio ?Lepingpacndahoe?
Freeze like chilly Willy the Eskimo
Vigilante like Steven Segal
Now bust the desperado
You f**kin' with the all time pros
While the zoom lens ammorate niggas from transistor radios
Mission Impossible without expose
Once I diagnose those who be creepin' blow 'em off they tippy toes
Sorry, fake nigga that's how it goes
Sport the suede-front bullet proof vests in case
you complicate my dough
Handle situations pronto
While appearances got you all hearin' this when I be doin' cameos
sh*t be Wild Hot like Tabasco
f**k the fool-ass nigga trespass and caught him in my last zone
Stick a nigga bad like the last hole
Runnin' up on muthaf**kas late night jumpin' out the astro
No, No,No,No,No
If you violate I start to dictate just like Fidel Castro
Make you dreadlock yo' afro
And when I'm done I ride of with theme music by my man D'Angelo
We make the sh*t Wild Hot

[Chorus (x3)]