Q-Tip:
Let me flaunt the style (style), I think that the time’s near
That we drop studs (studs), there will be no duds here
Rappers play the dumb (dumb), kinda on the space tip
But when they hear the jams (jams), they be on the dilsnick
Now I’m not for the rock (rock), I know the territory
Go ahead and try (try), that’s a different story
Similar to Grimm (Grimm), I could write a better one
All about a kid (kid), who couldn’t rap and didn’t run
Stand (stand) aside (aside), when the rap is gettin dumb
Resort to baggin Billy (Billy), askin can he have some
No, never ever (ever) come back and try again man
If you come back (back), I’ll be the first to shake your hand
Competitions good (good), it brings out the vital parts
The Abstract Poetic (‘etic), majors in recital arts
Do it for the kids (kids), the elders and the rap peers
When the job is done (done), then we hear a lot of cheers
Gotta feel the vibes (vibes), come from my creation
If the hands clap (clap) are filled with elation
Here I am ghetto, full with a lot of steam
Think I gotta, I think I gotta, I think I gotta scream (scream)
Cuz that’s how good it feels child
Let your hair down (down), so we can get buckwild
Do your ill dance (dance), don’t think about the next man
We must have unity and think of the bigger plan
The vision, we fall (fall) we must stick together, see
I’d like to take this time (time) to say what’s up to Kool G
The name is Q-Tip (Tip), The Midnight Marauder
Give enough respect (‘spect) to Afrika Bambaataa
As a man in the world (world), I must do my job
Take care of Mama Duke (Duke), I won’t resort to rob
Bob you’ll get your dough (dough), Mase is my witness
Obsessed with the rap (rap), for its the mental fitness
Like shootin cee-lo (lo), and always gettin headcracks
The industry is luck (luck), winning with the fake raps
Peace to the crews (crews), who pump the real hip hop
Not sellin out (out) from hardrock to disc jock…
(From disc jock to hardrock, from hardrock to disc jock)
Phife:
I don’t know what to say, but here I go freak it
If the papes come, then you know I’ll seek it
I’m just a short brotha, dark skin face
Weigh a buck-fifty, 36 waist
My hair is crazy curly
Front like Mr. Furley
To this day, I still believe that no MC can serve me
Brothas try to front, but everybody know (know)
I get more props than the Arsenio Hall Show
Party animal I was, but now I chill at home
All I do is write rhymes, eat, drink, shit and bone
Found my thrill in Amityville, I’m always in the Island
Fudge and Monkey know the time, they know who keeps ’em smilin
Go out on my own, somethin that I gotta do
Do what the hell I want and have no one to listen to
I’m prompt with my business and I do things on the double
Yo, I’m out like Buster Douglass, I say peace to MC Trouble
Rest in Peace
Q-Tip:
Word Up, rest in Peace, and you know what else?
We got, we got, we got the vibe (vibe)
All the people in Long Island, we got the vibe (vibe)
Brooklyn and Queens, we got the vibe (vibe)
Uptown and New York, we got the vibe (vibe)
People upstate, we got the vibe (vibe)
If you’re in DC, you got the vibe (vibe)
Maryland, Virginia, Carolina vibe (vibe)
Out West, we got the vibe (vibe)
In the Bahamas, we got the vibe (vibe)
Over in Europe, you know what? We got the vibe
And we gotta keep it alive, it goes on…
Of rap I’m a fan, I’ve seen a whole lot of subs
Goods with the girls, I got a whole lot of ’em
From fat to skinny, Freeda to Winnie (Winnie)
Emma to Cindy, Constance to Wendy (Wendy)
Cuz I be more friendly (friendly), never on the snotty side
I don’t brag to brothas about the little papes I got (got)
My vocal styles can vary, the sight is never scary (sca
Q-Tip:
I had a dream about my man last night
And my man came by the studio
And his name is…
Busta Rhymes in effect, Shaheed is in effect
Phife Did-awg is in effect
Check it out and give me my ‘spect
I’m movin, yes I’m groovin cuz my mouth is on the motor
Use the Coast in the mornin to avoid the funky odor
Can’t help bein funky, I’m the funky Abstract brotha
Funky in a sense, but I play the undacova
Once had a fettish, fettish for some booty
Now I’m gettin funky and my rappin, that’s my duty
Brothas tend to jock on the style in particular
If you got the ego like some brothas, then I’ll get with ya
But if I don’t pursue, then I just don’t give a (fuck)
My motto in the 90’s is be happy makin bucks
Girls love the jim, cuz it causes crazy friction
When it goes up in and fluctuates the diction
I still understand the (uh!) cuz that’s what I met her for
I’m hooked on the swings, so just call me the music whore
Women love the voice, brothas dig the lyrics
Quest the people’s choice, we thrive it for the spirit
If you can’t hear it, then get the wax utensils
Write my rhymes straight up, don’t get with no fancy stensils
The rhymes we get is sweet, we stay away from tart
Our perfection is at work, perkin up the art
If you want to battle, I suggest you check your clock
Your demise is comin up and I want your man to watch
Be the prime example, I deep instilled the sample
Insignificance, here I’ll place you on the mantle
Born up in Harlem, reside down in Jamaica
The girl I used to rock, her moms was a claker
Now what does that make her? The evil money taker?
The crazy move faker, I used that to break her
(Vinia Mojica singing in the background)
Phife is in the house, Uncle Mike is in the house
Bob Power is in the house, Tim Latham is in the house
Wise Men is in the house, Brand Nubs is in the house
The J Beez, they in the house and De La, they in the house
I must regroup my thoughts and kick the next ones for my people
Please don’t be deceived by ugly slice of evil
The world is kinda cold and the rhythm is my blanket
Wrap yourself up in it, if you love it, then you’ll thank it
Don’t move to rebuttal, wave your hand for action
The ladies of the ’90’s want more than satisfaction
They want keys and Gs, and all those illy things
If you want to, I’ll show you, just what the Ab can bring
I keep a tight net with my brothas Ken and Kenny
If the question is of rhymes, then I’ll tell ya, I got plenty
The thing that men and women need to do is stick together
Progressions can’t be made if we’re separate forever
I hooked this funky beat with the loop and the feature
With the funky singin by Miss Vinia Mojica
So listen because the Quest is led through the underground
My people been up on Quest to long, no more will we be down
People tend to riff cuz they don’t know the mental
People tend to bug cuz their beats are hard but gentle
Afro kinda lurks through the body of this youngun’
Play like Bobby Byrd on your back and your comin to
The house of the jazz, of the funk, of the rhythm
All the goods are welcome, but if you’re a villain
I’ll just wait and debate, contemplate your arrival
If flexin is your motive, then you don’t like survival
The Abstract is speakin, the hard beats is reachin
The Black and Puerto Ricans
Cuz their butt naked, streakin through the ever murky streets
Of the urbanized areas
Blastin out the speakers is the hip hop hysteria
Craig is in the house, Pete Rock is in the house
CL is in the house, Ultra Mag is in the house
Nice and Smooth is in the house, Big Daddy Kane is in the house
Beatnuts is in the house, Special Ed is in the house
Yeah(7X)
This one goes out to my man
Thanks alot Ron Carter on the bass
Yes my man
Check my style out
Life situations are the one I speak about
It seems cats now-a-days we gettin’ introduced to courage
Don’t get discouraged ’cause my words will threw her like flourish
we got the bounty
we from the queen’s county
overlookin’ things like a Rushmore Mounty
And got no other choice except to get a little love
We rise above
We be fittin’ like a glove
Thr pain in my heart is getting dosed by joy
We have no other boy but to bring the B-boy
There’s nothin’ on this erb that can end still fear
The locomive, puttin’ my thing in gear
I only have the fear of guard and that’s aqua
You need binaca
Your trap is blazing like blanca
I got the lethal you couldn’t put a match to it
Let me know yo we could do it like Stu it
Mind over matter action is needed
When the big one not to be super seeded
Responsibility is somethin’ I can’t deny
The illegallies is Narcist reply
Most cats scrambled to do ’cause they want to
But on the kick rising in the past on in prompt to
My lily’s hot like two links in the skillet
A room filled with speakers one stage, watch me kill it
Now we should resort from the cradle to the grave
Round and opposition twisted like Super Dave
You be looking, Bub, just like Uncle Jesse
Don’t make the scene messy
‘Cause it’ll jump that’s word Aunt Betsy
Profound sentences to pure lyric dems
Some of my friends be like a people with stems
Folks be on the chase for this cheddar
Thinkin’ it makes your life better
But it can make you ass out
And when I’m at a show chicks never pass out
We got the noise to make the whole mash out
A Tribe Called Quest make the party go down
Plus we make posite divots to fill up all your crowns
Lyrics come to cats like a hot and cold flash
So can come with ease if four and a smash
Held the fort down like the Justice League all the super friends
But in the world turn more spins
Brothers walk the street with the ill pace face
City life breeze contempt for each race
All pages due to a law and I should say it
It’ the abstract, motor, vader, making things, making things better
Puttin’ things in perspective to rock and roll
‘Cause you know this kid is got wild soul
Of every kind of drama
Like stars out pirhanna
Cold like ice jazzed hot like a sauna
It’s the has verse the the half guess who’s arrived in the hood
Exposing all wrongs it’s all good
Yo word up, hip-hop is live like a wire
Let’s get a little bit before the whole joint expire
I got to stress it again
You see it’s for my Ken
And all my babies
Children of the world, no maybe’s
To you we got to move through
And push through
Because we got to make it happen keep the true blue
It’s like that
So much confusion goin’ on
So much confusion goin’ on
Inside all mine
Inside all mine
So much confusion goin’ on
Uh, uh, uh, uh
But everything will be fine
So much confusion goin’ on
So much confusion goin’ on
Gotta make it alright
Gotta make it alright
Gotta elevate your mind
Elevate your mind
Elevate your mind
Elevate your mind
Elevate your mind
Elevate your mind
Elevate your mind
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Verse One: Phife Dawg
Aiyyo swing swing swing, to chop chop chop
Yo that’s the sound when MC’s get mopped
Don’t come around town without the hip in your hop
Cause when the shit hits the fan, that ass’ll get dropped
MC’s wanna attack me but them punks can’t cope
I’ll have you left without a job, like Isley from The Love Boat
So money watch your mouth, or I might have to bust ya
Battlin MC’s, from JFK to Russia
Back down to London, Sweden and Brazil
Do a U.S. tour for three months and then a chill
Styles be fat like Jackie Gleason, the rest be Art Carney
People love the Dawg like the kids love Barney
“I love you, you love me”
The shorty Phife Dawg is your favorite MC
So move back yaself dread, you know the element
The Tribe is good for your health like a can of Nutriment
MC’s don’t have no winds, MC’s don’t have no winds
I flips you crazier than a busload of Jerry’s Kids
Your crew don’t want it, man your crew don’t want it
But if you feel you can swing it, then money please bring it
(sup) Large Professor in the house (sup)
(sup) You know how we do (sup)
(sup) I stay on your crew (sup)
(whassup) like Mario Lemieux (whassup)
(Whassup?) Peace to Ike Love
(Sup? Hah hah) and the rest of the crew (Whassup?)
(Whassup?) I meet you guys in front the cleaners
Bring the blunts and the brew so
Verse Two: Q-Tip
Whassup kids? The Ab is speaking from the moon
Thanks for your support, aiyyo I’ll be home soon
But the only thing I ask when I return from my task
Is a whole bunch of beats and a Blass full of ass
My fist stands firm because I’m, black and solid
I open up your pores like a plate full of collards
C’mon take it easy wouldya, easy easy
I’m up in the gulley, that’s when I am her Buddy
She told me pull her hair, I did, it drove her nutty
Filled up the hole like spackle or I mean putty
When we over joints like this we never cruddy
Extra P hooked the beat, and kids it feels luh-huh-ovely
Check it out, cause my conception is immaculate
A bachelor, lookin for a bachlelorette
Back to you MC’s, this is what your gonna get
A first degree burn from my man Ken’s cigarette
I hope you like Malboro, Paul you know we thorough like Denver
The beat feels like a never-ender
But all things good must, so I won’t sweat it
Drop the C’s for the youthful crew, I hope you get it
As I stand, grip this mic inside my hand
Boy I smack you up, like I was your old grand
so respect yourself Son, and come and gimme love
Once again the Ab is who you think of
So chill with the beef money, we got a Jetti
Verse Three: Extra P (Large Professor)
It’s Extra P and yo Tip I’m bout to set it
on the country once again here to win
I’m Uptown chillin, takin in this grand master Vic blend
from the projects, the PJ’s, fuck them two DJ’s
Self mission, I had her in the ill position
Saying “Large youse the soul brother that I’d like to
eff with for the rest of my life” yeah yeah now check the method
As I, proceed with what you need like Akinyele
A whip looks complete when the tires say Firelli
Funk monkey, one rapper fell off, now he’s a junkie
There’s 8 Million Stories in the city it’s a pity
Don’t fuck with the skins if she’s trying to act shitty
Shout to the Guru, Primo and Zulu Zulu
Nation, was on a vacation, in the ghetto
Yo Ras slow your roll I’m bout to bag this here’s metal
Rapper Nas on topic, seems we gonna rock it
Queens represent, buy the album when I drop it (drop it)
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Q-Tip:
Somethin for your earhole, so you can clean them shits out
It seems that some don’t understand what I’m talkin about
How you get West coast nigga, from West coast hater?
I could never dis a whole coast, my time is too greater(true)
Yeah, we from the East, the land of originators
You also from the West, the land of innovators
The only difference of the two is the style of the rap
Plus the musical track, this beef shit is so wack
Let me let y’all brothas know I ain’t no West coast disser
Another thing I’m not is a damn ass kisser
So listen to my words as I set things straight
I ain’t got no beef, so don’t come in my face
Keep it movin, yeah to the K.I.M.
Keep it movin, yeah yeah to the K.I.M.
I ain’t got no time for schuckin and jivin
Keep it movin, keep it movin, yeah yeah to the K.I.M.
Keep it movin, yeah yeah to the K.I.M.
I ain’t got no time for schuckin and jivin
Q-Tip:
Hip hop…a way of life
It doesn’t tell you how to raise a child or treat a wife
I verbalize over…rhyme friendly
That puts a listener in a frenzy, so pop me in your Benzi
You dig it? Get wit it or get your melon splitted
If you ever try to combat, Sir Walter moves the king
We got the illy team that doesn’t even sweat the gleam
Or glamour, we’ll figure 4 your ass like Greg the Hammer
Man, we rockin joints like The Who or Santana
Keep jams packed and hotter than Havana
Positivity is the key in the lock
Put your hand on it, turn it to the right, ak
We doin daredevil dandies on these mics
Peace out to the whole Hiero who’s puffin on the hydro
Yeah dun, we movin how we like
Since the days of rockin hi-los, we keepin things on pyro, fire
As we move with zeal and desire
Now, the hip hop plan, hope you complier
Son, we havin tunnel vision but my sight is real real broad
Cuz I can’t afford to miss that call
Makin moves, not movies, as get on the ball
And we keepin things covered like a female shawl
When I watch hockey, yo, I just look for the brawl
Quest, Quest and you know we signin out y’all
Keep it movin, yeah yeah, to the K.I.M.
Keep it movin, yeah yeah, to the K.I.M.
I ain’t got no time for schuckin and jivin
Keep it movin, yeah yeah
Keep it movin, yeah yeah, to the K.I.M.
Keep it movin, true dat, to the K.I.M.
I ain’t got no time for schuckin and jivin
The Pharcyde, you know we do it up, uh, you know we do it up, uh
The Hiero, you know we do it up, yeah yeah, you know we do it up
Yeah, to the Mobb Deep, The Infamous, we do it up, yeah yeah
You know we do it up
To my peoples Know Naim, yeah, you know we do it up, uh uh
You know we do it up
To my man DJ Quik, uh, you know we do it up, uh uh, a do, a do it up
To my man Biz Mark, yeah yeah, you know we do it up, uh uh
You know we do it up
To my man Ike Love love, you know we do it up, yeah yeah
You know we do it up
And my man Extra P, P, you know we do it up, uh uh uh-uh, uh, uh up
I can’t forget Dr. Dre, uh, you know we do it up
MC Eiht, uh, you know we do it up
Shelly Mae, uh, you know we do it up
Muhammad, uh, you know we do it up (fading out)
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[Q-Tip]
Question
What is it that everybody has
And some pirates and theives try to take
[Chorus]
Da Booty (and if you is a crook than you takin’ it)
Da Booty (and if you got money you shakin’ it)
Da Booty (come on everybody that’s here, that’s word
to Phife Dawg and my man Shaheed)
[Q-Tip]
I give my promise to all y’all to keep my shit hittin’
Half of y’all claim dog but now a light kitten
Flippin’ on brothers just like Mary Lou Retton
Get off that ass and see what I’m settin’
Born with this inside, you just can’t get it
This is the lethal pop and you have no weapon
Who is the native brother who keep asses steppin’
make deep impressions and constantly be reppin’
[Phife]
When I was young I’d stretch gouch yo
Now I’m on Letterman, on the couch yo
the black thing with knives is called the back do’
can’t we be cool instead of being foul though
Ghetto child dreams of fast cars and fast dollars
Impressions of live sometimes makes ya holler
Scream all that devil shit and talk like a scholar
You dumb as a doorknob, and why do you bother
[Q-Tip]
Phife Dawg puttin’ the bite back in yours
Top dog, puttin’ it up, flick his balls
MC from now til I get a frown
Shake that ass girl because you world renowned
Wake up, look at the sun, see the sights
Bull duke, you’ve got to die for your rights
MC’s, y’all got to work for the mic
Zombies, do it from dusk to the night
[Chorus]
[Q-Tip]
Rock to the beat, yo it’s never the same
Good girls usually got good game
Hot cats tearin’ that ass out the frills
Block ass, you had no skills, that’s the reals
Make this money without the friction
Take this honey, there goes your diction
Rappers better retreat, fix your joints
My whole crew got bumps on they points
[Phife]
Rumors being spread ’bout me and my click
We can’t rock shows and our rhymes ain’t shhh
Might not’ve heard it, or maybe you have
Between me and you, they can kiss my ass
Used to get angry, used to get quite vexed
But say what you may, just cash my check
‘Cause all I’m ever guilty of is going on tour
Doing shows galore, and bringin’ it raw
[Chorus]
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