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
We could live in a house outside of town,
we could build our own version of society,
well…there’d be no one to answer to
and complicate our lives,
we could be
the epitome of self sufficience.
Time to pay! To pay!
Time to pay; you’ve got to pay me!
Why should I?
Why should we pay for your mistake?
To carry on.
Why should we carry on your false integrity?
When you’ve shown us that you
can’t even keep your nest clean.
So far we’ve put finacial gain
ahead of human needs,
quality of our lives should be prioritized.
Time to pay! To pay!
Time to pay; you’ve got to pay me!
Why should I?
Why should we pay for your mistake?
To carry on.
Modify your version so we can carry on.
To carry on.
To be conclusive,
I’d like to say,
you’ve done a super-fine job with your display.
I see now that you cannot comprehend
what it means to respect your life and then some!
To be rich, that would be great.
No, but it doesn’t mean POO-POO without your nest!
So why should I pay for your misake, man?
Why should I?
Why should we pay for your mistake?
To carry on.
Modify your version so we can carry on.
To carry on.
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I can have my cherries and you can have you real
And we can screw in lava ’till the gods lick at our heels
We were born in oil a million years ago
And we can push the buttons of the come that makes us go
Makes us go, makes us go, makes us go
When I spoke with Saturn, he told me I was gone
But I can’t lick eruption when my pulls tells me it’s strong There’s a tiny little monkey, he lives inside my head
He whispers on your mind in sleeps and tucks you into bed
In your bed, in your bed, in your bed
I can smell invasion, red excited mind
I can see a general dropping into flaming pines
We just plugged forever, we just saved the day
Kiss your little self for me, everything’s ok
It’s ok, it’s ok, it’s ok
Aaaah…
It’s ok, it’s ok, it’s ok |
Hey guys, turn it up to get sleazy.
Twist it in a vice
Nobody said it was easy.
Just use your naked eyes, oh.
How to see and how to hide it.
How to save it. Well, maybe. Maybe. Maybe.
You can take it and eat it, and chew your life supply.
Where’s the real life in your illusion?
On the dark side your power’s in confusion.
Do the dance. Do the demolition.
And lose the chance to hear when you don’t listen.
Don’t you feel edgy?
Bite your lips and bleed.
Conversation is empty;
Abandoned in the freeze.
Freedom is your condemnation.
Free to say well, maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.
You can take it or leave it.
Just need a little hit tonight.
Where’s the real life in your illusion?
On the dark of power in confusion.
Do the dance. Do the demolition.
Don’t lose the chance to hear ’cause you don’t listen.
Maybe. Maybe. Maybe you can try to believe it.
Just need a little help tonight.
Where’s the real life in your illusion?
On the dark side of power in confusion.
Do the dance. Do the demolition.
And lose the chance to hear when you don’t listen.
Where’s the real life in your illusion?
On the dark side of power in confusion.
Do the dance. Do the demolition.
And lose the chance to hear when you don’t listen.
Repeat for FADE:
Hear it when you listen.
You don’t hear when you don’t listen. |
I am buried up to my neck in
Contradictionary lies
I take pride as the kind of illiterature
I’m very ape and very nice
If you ever need anything please don’t hesitate
to ask someone else first
I’m too busy acting like I’m not naive.
I’ve seen it all I was here first
Out of the ground
Into the sky
Out of the sky
Into he firt
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I never knew how good love could be
All I’d ever known was make believe
So many times I’ve played the fool
Baby, ’til I met you
Now everything has fallen in place
You can tell by the smile on my face
For every lonely tear that I’ve cried
I’m that much satisfied
We’ve got a fine, fine, very fine love
We’ve got a fine, fine, very fine love
You know it when you find one
Shining like a diamond
It’s so fine, fine, very fine love
How did I ever live without your love?
It’s the only thing I’m certain of
No matter what I’m going through
I know I can count on you
You are more precious to me every day
Life is better now in every way
You don’t have to lay the world at my feet
You have made my world complete
We’ve got a fine, fine, very fine love, oh, oh
We’ve got a fine, fine, very fine love
You know it when you find one
Shining like a diamond
It’s so fine, so fine, very fine love
I’ve got no apprehensions
You’ve got the best intentions
We’ve got a, we’ve got a, we’ve got a fine, fine, very fine love
We’ve got a fine, fine, very fine love
A very fine
A very fine love
Very fine love, ah, ha, ooh, hoo
So fine, hey, so fine
So good, so good love
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Tick tock
The moonlight’s hummin’
My finger’s on the button and my hob-nob’s drummin’
Slow down we’re moving too fast
Better wait a minute make the good times last
I’ve learned something bout livin’
You don’t get nothing if you don’t stop givin’
We both know that we got so much But there ain’t no rush
Wanna love you slowly
When you slide on down
Wanna love you slowly Turn that body round
You won’t be able to control me
When your love slow down
Wanna love you slowly slowly slowly slowly
Slowly..
Hold tight
Love is all I need I guess it’s sweeter when it’s more than just a tease
Let me hold you close enough to stick
Love is an illusion lets play that trick
Slow hand moving down my back
If you get a chance u feel my heart attack
Real love has never been a crime
Wanna take my time
Wanna love you slowly
When you slide on down
Wanna love you slowly
And turn that body round
You won’t be able to control me
When your love slow down
Wanna love you slowly slowly slowly slowly Slowly…
Aah…Oah…Uah…
Slowly…Aah…Oah…Uah…
Slowly… yeah…Aah…Oah…Uah…
If you get a chance you feel my heart attack
Aah…Oah…Uah…
Real love has never been a crime
Wanna take my time
Wanna love you slowly
When you slide on down
Wanna love you slowly
And turn that body round
You won’t be able to control me
When your love slow down
Wanna love you slowly slowly slowly slowly Slowly…
Slowly…Aah…Oah…Uah…Slowly…Aah…Oah…Uah…
Slowly… yeah…Aah…Oah…Uah…Aah…Oah…Uah…
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My, my, my, yes, I must admit
That I have never knew love like this before
And I adore everything about you
I do mean every part of
For meeting someone this beautiful, have mercy
I wanna kiss ya father
You’re the kinda girl I wanna get closer to
Become the most to you like love is supposed to do
Cuz I fell straight into your trap
And since they say love is blind
I’m the Ray Charles of rap
And I’m waiting for you to put me in your mix
Because ya got my nose open like a jar of Vicks
I’ll be your king, baby, you can be my queen
Uh, let’s stay together like Al Green because
CHORUS
All my love is all I have
And my dreams are very special
All my life I looked for you
And today my dreams come true
You need me and I need you
Love in us is very special
Things you seem to do devine
You look straight into my eyes
Oh, our love was meant to be
Cuz our souls touch tenderly
Love is life and life is living very special
Well I must admit that you know how to treat a woman
Don’t stop your love, like Keith Sweat, keep it comin’
And our relationship won’t ever get dull
Because you’re always on my mind even more than my own skull
You’re always givin’ me respect and chivalry
And I can’t wait for your enticing delivery
Staying together is a must
Those tropicana drinks don’t blend as good as us
We were made for each other, meant for one another
Neither one of us needs another lover
And just so it can stay that way
Yo, I’m on your side like Jennifer Holiday because
CHORUS
I talk the macho talk and keep my real feelings hidden
But what about that “pimpin’ ain’t easy stuff”?
Aw, I was just kiddin’
Cuz if we unite, baby, I’d do ya right
Well I hope you meant that mushy stuff you told Barry White
Because I think I know you well enough to be understood
Well let’s talk about sex, babe
No, not that good
But Spinderella, yes, Miss, I’ll still persist
Well since you put it like that Daddy then we can do this
CHORUS
I wanna give ya my love
Cuz you’re the only one I’m thinking of
I wanna give my love
Cuz you’re the only one I’m thinking of
I wanna give ya my love
Cuz you’re the only one I’m thinking of
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She said, “I spent eight years in California.
That’s the reason why I talk the way I do.
But I’ve hear how Southern men respect the ladies, and I’d like to meet a
gentleman like you.”
Well, I spent most of my life in Alabama.
That’s the reason why I talk the way I do.
And I’ve always had this thing for sun-tanned ladies, and I’d really like to
spend some time with you.
And we walked on the beach till early morning.
And we watched as the sun came up again.
And somehow we both shared the feelin’ that we’d just made a very special
friend.
Tomorrow I’ll go back to Alabama, and you’ll fly from Atlanta to L.A.And I’ll
get back to takin’ care of bus’ness, and you’ll go back to starrin’ on the
stage.
But we’ll think of the beach come Monday morning, when both of us get back to
push and shove.
And somehow we will always remember the night we shared a very special love.
I spent most of my life in Alabama.
That’s the reason why I talk the way I do.
I know we shared a very special friendship the night we made a very special
love. |
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