I.C. Y’all De La Soul (Ft. Busta Rhymes)

[Intro: Posdnous & Busta Rhymes]
Yeah
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Flipmode, y'all, what you talkin' 'bout?
De La, y'all, what you talkin' 'bout?
What you talkin' 'bout?

[Verse 1: Trugoy the Dove]
Yo, you gettin' stomped by the marching band
Keep 'em shook like spray cans (It's so hot)
It's so hot it'll make your face tan (Ooh)
Ace ban rap, the place the wasteland (Uh-huh)
Bit y'all in my mouth, but you taste bland
I feel fake niggas and mince these snake niggas
That hiss but won't bite, false alarm
And if it don't rock wild, we finna drop a bomb (Word up)
Strong grip on a mic like we Stretch Arm'
I been shine, you been warned and been torn
Get smacked for the B.S. you been on
Storm bad whether or not you stay scorned
For ten years, I've baked shit like hot potato
Rhymes still drippin' like stu B's, you groupies
Need to show I.D. before the bust down
Touched down, the God put seven to your Zippo
And drop it on you heavy like a hippo (Now you heard that?)