[Produced by Q-Tip]

[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Yeah (Ugh, ugh), yeah
Wa-wa-wa-wake the town and tell the people
'Bout the musical disc coming your way!
Hehe, yeah, the Abstract

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
One time, yo, watch how I kick it and rhyme slow
With the slimes though, fleet of Suburbans and Tahoes
Time to push out, n***as are back, the tools out
Word to King Tut, we shakin' they, takin' they boobs out
Bitches frantic, then fuck with a n***a, I say it best
Bring your girl, shorty, both of you come do a taste test
Now they both tryna play though, I love the way they handle me
Could do this everyday though, let 'em suck it all up out of me
Let 'em loose, they come back and do it the same way
To make 'em sickle down a bit while they give me their ashtray
While they also bring a n***a that money, it's pay day
What the fuck, n***a? Yo
Ain't no way in the world
Shit ain't bangin' through your speaker while we fuckin' shit up
My chain hangin' and we had to build until I was up
This shit is ringin' and in case you didn't know its the Abstract and the Dragon
[Hook: Busta Rhymes]
Boom, Bap, original rap
Boom, Bap, original rap

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
Bitch, the Dragon is back!
Oh, no, with the Abstract, rappin' and lettin' the bass go
Then we blaze those, making 'em blacker than disco
With a fist full of money, we bakin' a pistol
It's official, when I come through, my clique whole
Shit to let off, and let the shit blow (Boo!)
Then we all go get this money and pack the paid show
Then we black from the front to the back, see, they know
How to spot, get back in the cockpit
The shit is not a secret, n***as know how we lock shit
And how they flock shit when we come and we make 'em salute n***as
Back they ratchet, pop their shit in the club and shoot n***as like
See, we back with the bang bang
And the boom bap, n***a, we give you the thang-thang
Yo, Kamaal, I know you wanted to rhyme, it's my fault
Well I'm excited by the slap you made, bring on the onslaught
Mister Abstract, I see you done dug up back in the vault
Yeah, we back up in the kitchen and giving 'em what they want
Yeah, we pack shit thicker than n***as in banquets
Get your blankets, most of you n***as need practice
Just rehearsal with the hearses and line up the caskets
Lot of rapper n***as actors and move like an actress
We 'bout to hit you with the heat, 'cause we know when you're anxious
Ayo, Kamaal, let's fuck 'em up and take 'em through the track list