Renaissance Rap (remix) Lyrics

[Q-Tip - Intro]

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 chy'all say or what chy'all do

But you got to be finished befo' the music is through...

[Q-Tip - Verse 1ne]

I don't think they heard me, hold up..

..So here we go, now

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 home 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 my blowin nicks and dimes

It was me, Big Pete, Tanya, and Sir ?

When in the heat of the cipher, 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 ya head, we gon' rock the dead

Night of the living MCs', the weak ones fled

C'mon Bust..

[Busta Rhymes - Verse 2wo]

Yo, yo, God body, wise intellegence

Smack niggaz and wrestle with elephants

My beloved respect my benevolence

Comin like missles, the issue is this

be the shit you can't rebel against

Then I sniff out you niggaz that be hidin in bushes - whassup?

And strangle niggaz like poisonous octopuses - shut the f..ck up!

Back with hazardous weathers and blizzards

as I spit, stickin out my tongue like an iguanlizard

at you corny niggaz, Animal Planet rap, Wildlife

Stabbin you in yo' back wild knife (Ahhhh!)

While I hunt and eat you niggaz 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 beatin you like gorillas playin (Ha ha!)

Bitches know when I spit, I be seducin 'em

Countless money with diamonds that's buried in Jerusalem

The Renaissance {*echoes*}

[Q-Tip: interlude]

{*imitating Marley Marl}

WHOOO, that Busta Rhymes right there

I don'- look like sendin Raekwon in here

Where Raekwon at??

[Raekwon - Verse 3hree]

Aiyyo, aiyyo, squeezin Johnny Walker neck up in the Benzo freezin

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 holstery, my boys in, this is our choice

Brooklyn, Shaolin whylin in the Royces

Old Gold at the Golden Globes, my robe hitin the cement

Chef in the buildin, yep and he been

a thousand one goons at the Rumba

Certified clients, drug money and sum'thin up giants

Yo, it's the Tarzan cocaine clan in the area

Gorillas in Louie hats, the more, the merrier

Take mines, take a hunnid nines

We be runnin out of rhymes, never bullets

Try to front and you mines

Renaissance...

(WHOOOOOOOOOO-WHEEE!!!)

[Lil Wayne - Verse 4our]

*clears throat* A-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 dolla 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 yo' 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 hoody 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

Err'body wanna be in my genital area

Butcha better stay away from my chemical barrier

Weezy, baby, straight out the cesarean, NUGGUH!!

(What's it called man?) Oh yeah...(Hah?)

"Renaissance Rap"

[Marley-Tip - Outro]

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 you have

Now, you have Q-Tip, you have Busta Rhymes

You have Raekwon the Chef, you had Lil Wayne on here

Man, I ain't givin y'all my microphone no mo'

'cause y'all tear it up when you get it

I just said, get a lil' somethin before the beats GO...