Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Busta’s Lament’ by A Tribe Called Quest. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of A Tribe Called Quest or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
F*ck the car-jacking, Phife Diggy is rapping
Got dawgs with love and plus dawgs that’s packing
So what’s the deal Captain, if it’s time for some action
Watch me roll with hon, try to push her back
Which one of these niggas, think they fucking wit dis?
Put your money on Queens, yo these cats is pissed
Meaning hot green and stinky, see shorty there winking?
Hit her off so hard, that her eyes start blinking
Then massage her down, with the word serene
It’s the Dawg For Pres, new star on the scene
And I’m here for the battle, right down to the letter
If it rains today, then it’s a double-header
Range Beemaz and Benz, 1100’s and Jettas
Phife Dawg for whatever, just get it together
(Just) get it together
Just get it together
No matter the weather, or where you at
This is how we gon’ do it, cause we keep shit fat
You gotta
(Yo yo) do it (yo, yo yo) do it
Didn’t you read the news, did you heed the alarm
It was good overall, it said that we was the bomb
I’ma make the call, and I hope you respond
We the stars y’all, and everyone beckons far
You a star and you shining, I’m one and I’m rhyming
Let’s get together, start intertwining
Yo you coming with me, somewhere where you can’t see
with his bonafide joints, underneath the sea
Of confusion and glitter, nobody’s a quitter
Try to front and get ripped, from your ear to your shitter
Gon’ put it on harder than anyone did
It would benefit you to keep a wide open lid
Making sho’ shot shit, making sure you shine
Taking shows for sure, taking hearts in time
Do it all for the rhyme, and the rhythm and things
When we do it we banging, like we inside the bang
Ain’t doubting nobody, when we inside the jam
But I’m proud overall, and I know who I am
As the constellation gets brighter this writer’s going
(Yo yo) do it (yo, yo yo) do it