A TRIBE CALLED QUEST - Страница 3 (2025)

*all vocals by q-tip*

So many people, right now
Motivated to shit
Bull shit over some bull shit ass reasons
But we 'bout to put it inside of a love perspective like
Love it

We do it all for the love y'all
Yeah, we do it all for the love y'all
Weither white, black, spanish, ain't a thug y'all
We do it, we give it all for the love y'all
We just givin' it all for the love y'all
We do it, we do it all for the love y'all
We in the party, put your hands up
Yeah y'all, we do it all for the love y'all

Love getting down and I love a cool breeze
Love seein' checks from record companies
Love lovin' love 'cause I love what I do
And we do our thing for the one nine two
And the rest of the country 'cause we from there too
Makin' sure love is givin' when I get it from you
Everybody, we regulate the party and shit
Love it when I get a little rugged wit' it
Love the circumstance to make my dough flow right
Love rockin' mics plus the ill style nights
She does it real good but love'll make it mo' better
Got me kind of open in the dk sweater
Love when my peoples come home from jail bids
Really love women and I really love kids
Love tight gloves where the muisc just bang
Camp-ass with gas women or shorty got bangs
Lovin' it
Yo yo, I'm lovin' it
Love a women when she got a tight outfit
Outfit meaning outlook and disposition
You love it when a nigga cause a love composition
Love peanut butter and jelly on wheat
Wylin' out, makin' hot shit to hot beats
>from ohio to poughkeepsie
>from phoenix to nc
>from cali to dc
Love it when the pressure falls righ on me
Love it when God keeps on overlookin'
Do a tight show so promoters keep bookin'

We do it all for the love y'all
Yeah, we do it all for the love y'all
We get the paper but it's still for the love y'all
>from the heart inside of the heart y'all
We do it, we do it all for the love y'all
For real, for the love, for the love y'all
All my peoples in the ghettos, for the love y'all
All my peoples all around, for the love y'all
For the love love

For my crews bomb, where my peoples still at
If they call me and I don't call back
For weeks at a time, love is still intact
Let's be big about it, and realize the fact
Love it, when the underdog comes through
Ghetto revalizer, overthrow these rules
Love it, when I get spared another day
Used to drink zay while my niggas weighed yay
Love it, when I gain control over this
Life is really bigger than the rolly on my wrist
Got a twist to this shit and the answer's inside
Sho as the world's small and the missisipi's wide
Had to rock a vest over unchoosed fest
Now I see people rockin' theirs in jets
Love it when my loved one really hold me down
Brand new flight and I'm takin' off ground

We do it all for the love y'all
Check it out, we do it all for the love y'all
For the love y'all, for the love y'all
For the love, for the love y'all
We get the paper but it's still for the love y'all
Yo, we do it all for the love y'all
For everybody, for the love for the love y'all
Weither white, black, spanish, ain't a thug y'all
Yeah, we givin' y'all this shit, the love y'all
Just the love inside of the heart y'all
Yeah, for the love for the love y'all
Yeah, for the love for the love y'all

Q-tip:
Woo...grand groove, grand groove (2x)

Rough, rough, rugged
Tough like a nugget
Listen to the abstract poetic, don't snub it
The midnight marauder is the hype beat arranger
Don't front on the lyrics or the two cuz it's danger
Hook you like a junkie, you'll flip like a monkey
To the openness of the rhythm, so proceed because I'm funky
I get down, down like a fly hooker's panties
Make you catch a spirit and motivate a fanny
I be the fly poet, rappers, they get jelly
Upset when I rock, cuz yo, they beats is smelly
See, I got it goin on like a forbes tax return
Listenin to these lyrics when it's hot will make it burn
Baby burn, baby burn, up into the heavens
The skies up above, the one you think of
Is the highly regarded, hell of the people
Your mic and my mic? come on, yo, no equal
So if ya wanna do it to yourself
That is to mess around with the jazz, then just blame yourself
Cuz you made your bed, so now you lay in it
That's your (shit) on the floor, then go and play in it
I refuse to catch a 'l' in a battle
Cuz yo, I got the jazz and I'll whup a rapper's (ass)
Into little next to nuthin
Test me if I'm frontin
I'm passin flyin colors cuz yo...

Chorus (q-tip):
Who got the jazz? (we've got the jazz) (7x)
We've got the jazz
Come on
Come on, phife

Phife:
No need for introductions cuz you know who I be (the phife dawg)
Yep, the one who loves to slaugher mcs
I got style, grace and razamatazz
I'm like my girl patrice rushen, yo
I add pizazz, now
Most people remember phife from the phife like smoothness
But now it's time to hit you with roughneck rudeness
I'm still vexed, fuming, gots to come raw
The first punk that tries to flex, I'll be cracking your jaw
I'll mold you, fold you, roll you up like a spliff
Don't ever try to test or else that (ass) will get whipped
I'm forever poppin junk, it's like a fat invite
To any mc who wants to flex, yo, we can do this tonight
Gel up my posse up on linden and 1-9-2
Pull up my brothas from sayers ave., the brooklyn zoo
All my crew up in strong island, so yo, don't sleep
Cuz it only takes a peek to watch that (ass) get beat
Brothas wanna play rough, but they can all get some
Wanna be hero, but you're a zero, that means you gets none
Don't ever try to step to a kid you can't get with
Why mess with a brotha that your girl once slept with?
I'm a negro, he's a negro, wanna be a negro too?
But beatin on a woman, is somethin that a puss would do
I love jazz, but that doesn't mean that I'm timid
Not really a gangsta rapper but I can swing it for a minute

Q-tip:
Who got the jazz? (we've got the jazz) (3x)
Come on
Who got the jazz? (we've got the jazz) (3x)
Come on
I go...woo...grand groove, grand groove
Ooh...grand groove, grand groove
Check it out
We got the jazz y'all (3x)
(ad lib)

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)

Intro/chorus: faith evans

I really know how it feels to be, stressed out, stressed out
When you're face to face with your adversity
I really know how it feels to be, stressed out, stressed out
We're gonna make this thing work out eventually

Verse one: consequence, q-tip

Yo I ain't one to complain but there's things in the game
(what's your name? ) consequence, I'm tight, burnt like flames
(and why's that? ) american dreams, they got this ghetto kid in a fiend

Don't stress that cause it's not in your bloodstream
Your whole being, comes from greatness, d'you remember
Shatan got you caught in the storms of december
And brothers on the block packin nines like september
Crazy situations keeps pockets on slender

Yo I be on the avenue where they be actin brand new
I'm splurgin on these reebok joints for shorty boo

All of a sudden, I saw these two kids frontin
Talkin out they joints but they wasn't sayin nuttin
My hand was on my toolie they was actin unruly
(say word) yo word up, yo I was tight caught up
But I swallowed my pride and let that nonsense ride
Because I'm positive it seems that negative dies

Yo we was at the dice game makin these cats look silly
Flamin, steady runnin off at the willie

I had my cash mixed, my rent due, with my play-dough
I gotta see some loot so all my girls I blow
Shook them shits in my palm let em hit the flo'
Kept my eyeballs scopin for them pigs po-po
I got to go on the ave see my parole by fo'
But I gotta steady freak these boys like jojo

And I was doin it, til I met ike, spike, and mike
One roll, they had my pockets thirstier than sprite

Yo I know the feelin, when you feelin like a villain
You be havin good thoughts but the evils be revealin
And the stresses of life can take you off the right path (no doubt)
Jealousy and envy tends to infiltrate your staff
We gotta hold it down so we can move on past
All adversities, so we can get through fast, like that

Chorus

Verse two: consequence

You got the n.w.o. (low cash flow)
Your baby's on the way (and you don't know who)
And crosstown niggaz tryin to (bust at you)
Aiyyo they got me stressed out (and you don't know what to do)
So frame this kodak black, and vision to my contact
With a poultry scrap, workers get pistol smacked
The switch hittin queens, niggaz liquid sword spittin
With raw poppy, and now your first love is krill
Your vision of the mil got crept like hey lover
Tried to rise to the top, you just couldn't recover
And all I want is my laceration of the pie
To get this whip cream before the water runs dry
Niggaz flashdancin yo I don't know why
You're sick of snitchin, she got you cruisin to the pokey
Like smokey, the stress be tryin to squeeze out a homey
While I be tryin to get star status like shinobi
So we can build a dynasty, just like the toby's
And all I want, is the world to know my steez
These money hungry niggaz is seven thirty
And got me stressed out like these frog mc's

Chorus

Outro: faith evans

Don't worry we gon make it (gonna make it)
Don't worry we gon make it (oh yeah)
Don't worry we gon make it (gonna make it)
We gon make it (gotta make it)
Don't worry we gon make it (gotta make it)
We're gonna make it (we gotta make it)
Don't worry we gon make it (we gonna make it)
We gonna make it (ohhhhhhh)
Don't worry we gon make it (ohhhhhhh)
Don't worry we gon make it (gonna make it)
Don't worry we gon make it (ohhhhhhh)
We gon make it (ahaowwhwwww)
Don't worry we gon make it (ahahwwww)
I know we gonna make it (we're gonna make it)
C'mon baby we gon make it (yeahhhh)
We gon make it (yeahhahhahhhh)
Don't worry we gon make it (we're gonna make it)
We've gotta make it (we've gotta make it)
We've gotta make it (oh yeah)
Know we're gonna make it
We're gonna make it, gonna make it, we gotta make it, know we gonna make it...

++ corrections to this address only

Relax yourself girl, please set-tle down (4x)

Verse one: q-tip, phife dawg

Honey, check it out, you got me mesmerized
With your black hair and fat-ass thighs
Street poetry is my everyday
But yo, I gotta stop when you trot my way
If I was workin at the club you would not pay
Aiyyo, my man phife diggy, he got somthin to say

I like em brown, yellow, puero rican or hatian
Name is phife dawg from the zulu nation
Told you in the jam that we can get down
Now let's knock the boots like the group h-town
You got bbd all on your bedroom wall
But I'm above the rim and this is how I ball
A pretty little somethin on the new york street
This is how I represent over this here beat
Talkin bout you

Yo, I took you out
But sex was on my mind for the whole damn route
My mind was in a frenzy and a horny state
But I couldn't drop dimes cause *you couldnt relate*

Chorus

Verse two: q-tip, phife dawg

Stretch out your legs, let me make you bawl
Drive you insane, drive you up the wall
Starin at your dome-piece, very strong
Stronger than pride, stronger than teflon
Take you on the ave and you buy me links
Now I wanna pound the putang until it stinks
You can be my mama and I'll be your boy

Original rude boy, never am I coy
You can be a shorty in my ill convoy
Not to come across as a thug or a hood
But hon, you got the goods, like madeline woods
By the way, my name's malik
The five-foot freak
Let's say we get together by the end of the week
She simply said, no, labelled me a hoe
I said, how you figure? my friends told me so.
I hate when silly groupies wanna run they yap
Word to god, hon, I don't get down like that

I'll have you weak in the knees that you could hardly speak
Or we could do like uncle l and swing an ep in my jeep
Keep it in the down, yo, we keep it discrete
See, I'm not the type to kid to have my biz in the streets

If my mom dont approve, then I'll just elope
Let me sink the little man from inside the boat
Let me hit it from the back, girl I won't catch a hernia
Bust off on your couch, now you got semen's furniture

Shaheed, phife and the extra p
Stacy, ? dj and my man l.g.
They know the abstract is really soul on ice
The character is of men, never ever of mice
Shorty let me tell you about my only vice
It has to do with lots of lovin and *it ain't nuthin nice*

Chorus

Hey sucka nigga, whoever you are (repeat 2x)
Hey sucka nigga, hey sucka nigga
Whoever you are, whoever you are

[q-tip]
Aiyyo, turn it up muhammad
Turn everything up in the headphones
So I don't lose my vocals
Yeah that's good, turn my vocals a little bit
With the upper bassline

I be hatin sucka mc's, and the sucka niggas
Posing like they hard when we know they damn card
What you figure, rhyme-wise, I do the figure eight
So concisely, musically we are the herb so sit back
And light me, inhale *inhalation noise*
My style is kinda fat reminescent of a whale
Young girls desires for the females dreams
I be the abstract poetic representin from queens
Socially I'm not a name, black and white got game
If you came to the jam, well I'm glad you came
See, nigga first was used back in the deep south
Fallin out between the dome of the white man's mouth
It means that we will never grow, you know the word dummy
Other niggas in the community think it's crummy
But I don't, neither does the youth cause we
Em-brace adversity it goes right with the race
And being that we use it as a term of endearment
Niggas start to bug to the dome is where the fear went
Now the little shorties say it all of the time
And a whole bunch of niggas throw the word in they rhyme
Yo I start to flinch, as I try not to say it
But my lips is like the oowop as I start to spray it
My lips is like a oowop as I start to spray it
My lips is like a oowop as I start to spray the

Sucka nigga, nigga nigga
I throw the sucka in the front for the ones that front
The sucka niggas, nigga nigga
I throw the sucka in the front for the ones that front
The sucka niggas, nigga nigga
I throw the sucka in the front for the ones that front
It's the neo-nigga of the nineties, c'mon

I be hatin sucka mc's, and the sucka niggas
Posin like they hard when we know they damn card
What you figure, rhyme-wise, I do the figure eight
So concisely, musically we are the herb so sit back
And light me *inhalation noise* inhale *echoes*
My style is kinda fat reminescent of a whale
Young girls desires for the females dreams
I be the abstract poetic representin from queens
Socially I'm not a name, black and white got game
If you came to the jam well I'm glad you came
See, nigga first was used down in the deep south
Fallin out between the dome of the white man's mouth
It means that we will never grow, you know the word dummy
Other niggas in the community think it's crummy
But I don't, neither does the youth cause we
Em-brace adversity it goes right with the race
Yo I start to flinch, as I try not to say it
But my lips is like the oowop as I start to spray it
My lips is like a oowop as I start to spray it
My lips is like a oowop, yo you know the rest

The sucka niggas, niggas niggas
I throw the sucka in the front for the ones that front
The sucka niggas, nigga nigga
I throw the suckas in the front for the ones that front
The sucka niggas, nigga nigga
I throw the sucka in the front for the ones that front
Sucka niggas, nigga nigga
Aiyyo shaheed, take us the fuck outta here

Chorus:
Now you caught me heart for the evening
Kissed my cheek, moved in, you confuse things
Should I just sit out or come harder?
Help me find my way

Q-tip:
Messing me up, my whole head
Teasing me, just like tisha, did martin
Now look at what you're starting
Schoolboy's crush and it ain't on the hush
The whole world sees it but you can't (uh)
My peoples they complain, sitt and rave and rant (come on)
Your name is out my mouth like an ancient chant (say what? )
Got me like a dog as I pause and pant...

Phife:
Speaking of which, got a leash and I wish just to rock you miss (come on)
Make a militant move, peep my strategy (what? )
End of the day you're not mad at me (uh)
Not dealing with nobody, now that's what you told me (what? )
I said: hey yo, it's cool, we can just be friendly (come on)
'cause yo, picture me messing it up
Her mind not corrupt with the ill c-cups
Shit, I'm on my j.o. (come on)
Bullshitting, hoping that the day goes slow (what? )
Got me like a friend, what confuses me though
Is kisses when we greet, tell me what's the dill yo? (dill yo, yo, yo...)

Chorus (2x)

Q-tip:
Now why you wanna go and do that, love, huh?
Making things for me towards you harder
Killing me, just when I think we're there
You got the whole vibe and the flows in the air
Telling me 'bout next man
But next man ain't the nigga with the plan
Who got your heart in mind?
It's about time that you just unwind (come on)

Phife:
And let it just happen, make it front-free (uh)
Just sweat me like moneypenny (uh)
Digging you, getting inside of your stee (what? )
It's the quest that keeping you company
Forever, or however you want it

Q-tip:
Word word, now wait a minute now before you jet it to the curb (yeah, yeah)
Start to make affections, which is good not the hurt
But it, it ain't me, and i, I ain't blurred (uh)
I'ma still just chill with you
Maybe things could change if you change your view (come on)
If not then I guess it is cool (yeah)
Just, to keep to yourself and adbide by the rules, right

Check it out now...
Check it out now...
Like that now...
Check it out now...
Wha wha now...
Check it out now...
Yeah yeah now...
Check it out now...
Check it out now...
It's like that now...
Check it out now...
Yeah yeah now...
Check it out now...
What you say, what? what?

Chorus till fade out

Chorus:

Bonita applebum, hey hun, hey hun
Bonita applebum, go head with yourself
Bonita applebum, hey hun, hey hun
Bonita applebum, you gotta put me on
I said bonita applebum, hey hun, hey hun
Bonita applebum, go head with yourself
Bonita applebum, hey hun, hey hun
Bonita, nita, nita nita, nita
Come on

Q-tip:

Bonita applebum, remember way back woo...
When you used to play your knickers and your pigtail do
I used to be all on it like a fly
Back in the days, bonita was a hit
I flirted and I flirted till there was no end
But she kicked the diabolical and said we was friends
Hunny, you was funny, but I'm tired of that
It's three years later, I got a new rap
Got a little older, a taint bit wiser
I gained twenty pounds, six inches higher
Speakin of higher, I saw you sunk a hootie mack
Your ex-boyfriend claims he gets the booty back
But I'm here to testify, it'll be a hard try
Slappin my knees, lettin out sighs
Wanna keep you bangin like a hip hop song
Bonita applebum, you gotta put me on

Chorus: (with ron isley singing oooh in the background)
In the words of the immortal swoop daddy (uh!)

I never shed a tear, then again I won't steer
You wrong, I steer you strong, for affections steer here
I'll take you to a place that's farther than the you know
What do you know, if we go to el segundo
Your presence should be close, like on buddy, I'll toast
To the ever-clever and to say the least, you're the most
Hunny, you're my hunny. a-yo dip, you're my dip
Treasure and forever, feel the pleasure with tip
As we glide and move, cushion like a pillow that's soft and smooth
Rickety said we got to show and prove
Do it to the music, that's the raw butt groove
Intimidate the boy
Cupid, that's his name. pickin all the suckas
It's the flippin game, but tip don't fall for that
Instead, I'll get the natives and we rush to the latest lambskin store
Get a six pack of hats for...

Chorus

My mother went away for a month-long trip
Her and some friends on an ocean-liner ship
She made a big mistake by leaving me home
I had to roam so I picked up the phone
Dialed ali up to see what was going down
Told him I pick him up so we could drive around
Took the dodge dart, a '74
My mother left a yard but I needed one more
Shaheed had me covered with a hundred greenbacks
So we left brooklyn and we made big tracks
Drove down the belt, got on the conduit
Came to a toll, we paid and went through it
Had no destination, we was on a quest
Ali laid in the back so he could get rest
Drove down the road for two-days-and-a-half
The sun had just risen on a dusty path
Just then a figure had caught my eye
A man with a sombrero who was four feet high
I pulled over to ask were we was at
His index finger he tipped up his hat
El segundo, he said, my name is pedro
If you need directions, I'll tell you pronto
Needed civilization, some sort of reservation
He said a mile south, there's a fast food station
Thanks, senor, as I start up the motor
Ali said, damn, tip, why you drive so far for?

(well describe to me what the wallet looks like)

Anyway a gas station we passed
We got gas and went on to get grub
It was a nice little pub in the middle of nowhere
Anywhere would have been better
I ordered enchiladas and I ate 'em
Ali had the fruit punch
When we finished we thought for ways to get back
I had a hunch
Ali said, pay for lunch
So I did it
Pulled out the wallet and I saw this wicked beautiful lady
She was a waitress there
Put the wallet down and stared and stared
To put me back into reality, here's shaheed:
Yo, tip, man, you got what you need?
I checked for keys and started to step
What do you know, my wallet I forget

Yo, it was a brown wallet, it had props numbers
Had my jimmy hats I got to get it man

Lord, have mercy
The heat got hotter, ali stars to curse me
I fell bad but he makes me feel badder
Chit-chit-chatter, car stars to scatter
Breaking on out, we was northeast bound
Jettin' on down at the seepd of sound
Three days coming and three more going
We get back and there was no slack
490 madison, we're here, sha
He said, all right, tip, see you tomorrow
Thinking about the past week, the last week
Hands go in my pocket, I can't speak
Hopped in the car and torpe'ed to the shack
Of shaheed, we gotta go back when he said
Why? I said, we gotta go
'cause I left my wallet in el segundo

Yeah, I left my wallet in el segundo
Left my wallet in el segundo
Left my wallet in el segundo
I gotta get, I got-got ta get it

Chorus dove from de la soul:
We on award tour with muhammad my man
Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand
New york, nj, n.c., va
We on award tour with muhammad my man
Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand
Oaktown, l.a., san fran, st. john

Q-tip:
People give your ears so I be sublime
It's enjoyable to know you and the concubine
Niggaz, take off your coats ladies, act liike gents
Sit down, indian style, as we recite these hymns
See, lyrically I'm mario andretti on the mo-mo
Ludicrously speedy, or infectious with the slow-mo
Heard me in the eighties, j beez on the promo
On my never endin quest to get the paper on the
Caper
But now, let me take it to the queens side
I'm takin it to brooklyn side
All the residential questers to invade the way
Hold up a second son, cuz we almost there
You can be a black man and lose all your soul
You can be white and blue but don't crap the roll
See my shit is universal, if you got knowledge and
Dolo
Of delf for self, see there's no one else
Who can drop it on the angle, acute at that
So, do that, do that, do do that that that(come on)
Do that, do that, do do that that that(ok)
Do that, do that, do do that that that
I'm buggin out, so let me get back cuz I'm wettin
Niggaz
So run and tell the others cuz we are the brothas
I learned how to build mics in my workshop class
So give me this award, and let's not make it the
Last

Chorus:
We on award tour with muhammad my man
Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand
Chinatown, spokane, london, tokyo
We on award tour with muhammad my man
Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand
Houston, delaware, dc, dallas

Phife:
Back in '89, I simply slid into place
Buddy, buddy, buddy all up in your face
A lot of kids was bustin rhymes but they had no
Taste
Some said quest was wack, but now is that the case
I have a quest to have the mic in my hand
Without that, it's like kryptonite and superman
So shaheed come in with the sugar cuts
Phife dawg's my name, but on stage, call me dynomutt
When was the last time you heard the phifer sloppy
Lyrics anonymous, you'll never hear me copy
Top notch baby, never comin less
Sky's the limit, you gots to believe up in quest
Sit back , relax, get up out the path
If not that, here's the dancefloor, come move that
Ass
Non-believers, you can check the stats
I roll with shaheed and the brotha abstract
Niggaz know the time when the quest is in the jam
I never let a statue tell me how nice I am
Comin with more hits than the braves and the yankees
Livin mad phat like an over sized bam-bi
The wackest crews try to dis, it makes me laugh
When my track record's longer than a dc-20 aircraft
So, next time that you think you want somethin here
Make somethin deffer, take that garbage to st.
Elsewhere

Chorus:
We on award tour with muhammad my man
Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand
S.c., maryland, new orleans, motown
We on award tour with muhammad my man
Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand
Chinatown, spokane, london, tokyo
We on award tour with muhammad my man
Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand
Houston, delaware, dc, dallas
We on award tour with muhammad my man
Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand
New york, nj, n.c., va

Verse 1: q-tip

Brother, brother, brother, lucien, you're like no other.
Listen very close 'cause I don't like to boast.
Instead, I'll tell the tale of a french who prevailed
Through the mr. crazy rabbits who were always on his tail.
? on sale, your rumour starts to wail.
Get caught with stolen goods and you will go to jail.
If you go to jail, then who will pay the bail?
They'll put you back to france on a ship with a sail.
Escargot, lucien, you eat snails.
(hey yo tip, what's wrong with snails? )
From the zulu nation, from a town called paris,
Came to america to find liberty.
Instead of finding pleasure, all you found was misery,
But listen, lucien, you have a friend in me.
Oh, luck luck will drive you butt baddy.
Next time you get some wheels, make it a caddy.
In terms of doing good, I know you wish you really could,
But listen, brother man, I really think you can.
Succeed with the breed of the brothers on your back.
It's the creme de la creme, and you can bounce with that.
It'll take a minute, ? rice? , so take my advice.
Trust in us, and thus you trust in your life.
Lucine, lucien, lucien, lucien.
You should know!

Verse 2: q-tip

Are you ready, lu?
This one is for you,
Comin' from a true-blue, fits like a shoe.
? or commenet-allez-vous?
Lucien, I'll leave it up to you.
Voulez vous (vous).
Endez vous (vous).
Coo-coo (coo).
Les poo-poo (poo)
Watch that lass, gonna backlash fast.
Can you get a grip on the crackhead dip?
Sold you a paper bag, guess he saw you comin',
Vcr from a neck-bone bummin',
$10 brother, he was hummin' and strummin',
Only had 20, he was livin' like ya slummin',
Gave him the money, well, I thought that was somethin',
Lookin' like a kid who was lost in crumbin'.
Don't worry about a thing, I won't get specific.
This is a song that is long and prolific.
Think of the stuff that I said if you can.
Figure it out, compute, understnad.
No problemo, I'll help you with your demo
If you go to the store for me.
Lucien, I'm just kiddin'.
You should know!

Verse 3: q-tip

You gotta get a grip on the missions you'll be takin',
Not so much the mission, but you got crazy ignition.
Sure, the sugar-babies wanna give you a chance
With the french savoir faire and the sexy dance,
But is she really fly, or is she a guy?
I won't ask why, 'cause I know that you try.
You try too hard, is that the answer to the riddle?
Instead of doin' so much, why don't you do just a little?
Boy, what a cad, I guess we shouldn't treat him bad.
In fact, it would be nice if we understood him like
A case of positionin' the feet in the shoes,
Sympathetic reason in the case of the blues.
Lucien is blue, even though he's really brown.
I had to make the sound, his life is too profound.
On the up-and-up, he's somethin' like a little pup,
Young and naive, it's hard to believe.
As long as you're strong, you can quest with the questers,
Jolly like a jumping bean or a jester.
Lucien, lucien, lucien, lucien.
You should know!

Chorus q-tip:
Oh my God (16x)

Q-tip:
Listen up everybody the bottom line
I'm a black intellect, but unrefined
With precision like a bullet, target bound
Just livin like a hooker, the harlett sounds
Now when I say the harlett, you know I mean the hot
Heat in the equator, the brothers in the pot
Jalick, jalick ya wind up ya hip
Draftin of the poets, I'm the #7 pick
Licks, licks, licks boy on your backside
Licks, licks, licks boy on your backside
Listen to the fader, shaheed lets it glide
Tip the earthly body
Heaven's on my side
Even in santo domingo
Can I gotta gringo
Yo, we got mics, when do we go?
Know a little nigga who can ryhme when you ask me
Short, dark, and plus his voice is raspy

Phife
1 for the treble, 2 for the bass
You know the style tip, now watch me rip this
I like my beats harder than two day old shit
Steady eatin booty mcs like cheese grits
My man al b. sure, he's in effect mode
Used to have a crush on dawn from en vogue
It's not like honey dip would wanna get with me
But just in case I own more condoms than tlc
Now the formula is this...me, tip, and ali
For those who can't count it goes 1-2-3
The answer...big up is how I be
Brothas find it's hard to do, but never me
Some brothas try to dis malik
You see'm catchin me
Don't worry about them booty mcs, my shit be hittin
Trainin gladiator, anti-hesitator
Shaheed push the fader from here to granada
Mister energetic
Who me, sound pathetic?
When's the last time you heard a funky diabetic?
I don't know man(3x)
I don't know(2x)

Chorus:

Q-tip
Complimentary it be
The thief of poetry
I got a humdinger comin hook, line and sinker
The timbo hits with the prints underground
Timbo's on the toes, I like the way it's goin down
Down like the lady of the evenin
When it goes in hun just beleive the sin
Cuz queens is the county, jamaica is the place
(phife: take off your boots cuz you can't run the race)
See, this is how we do when we keep it on and on
Do what...
Got my man big mo with the streets and the papes
My man big mo with the streets and caprice
This is how we do when we keep the wildin sheets
Cuz we got to do it like this, we aim to please
See ya next lp and next cd and next cassette
Yo, we about to jet
We a tribe called quest and we the midnight marauders
Tribe called quest and we the midnight marauders
See ya next time cuz we the midnight marauders
A yo, we out cuz we the midnight marauders
Go to the record store and get the shit
We work hard
We a tribe called quest and we the midnight marauders
Queens got it's own and brooklyn got it's own
Like that

Uh, check it out now
Uh, no doubt now
Uh, yo, check it out now
Uh, no doubt, yo

Special girl, real good girl
Biggest thing in my itty bitty world
Called her up and she made me feel right
Wish the bliss could never take flight
Sittin back with this mic in my hand
Spittin hot shit tryin to see grand
Imprinted on my mind every minute
Make my plans and you always in it, yo

[chorus]
You're such a vivrant thing,
Vivrant thing, a vivrant thing

And even though we both fly
Give each other space and not the evil eye
Actin like grownups
Don't even try to hide cause the spot blown up
Girlfriend tellin you she wanna see
I say 'i dunno' but you say 'gladly'
And when we both do hemp
We go on and on and on and on and on and
Sweeter than ben & jerry
Can I rhyme? well you know I gets mine
Sittin round in my abstract part
This abstract thing goin abstract far, yo

Chorus (4x)

Gettin back to my mc status
All the willy that I kick make the other niggaz maddest
Movin, to your town and situation
Shorty thought she subtle but she really was blatant when she
Shook her thing and violated
Now these wolf-like thoughts are formulated
I'm sayin, yo is this some heartfelt shit here?
Am I strong-backed nigga? well shit yeah
Plus we can hold a convo'
Or go to the movies, my crib, whatever yo
Just wanna see you by my side
We on 95, know the stash is in the ride
A rappin nigga for real
You would find me in a cypher if I didn't cop a deal
Rap slate like big grate
You buy, I sell, we split big cake
Uh uh, just move your little thing
Move it around and shake your little thing
Uh uhh yo

Chorus (3x)

[phife dawg]
Yo, microphone check one two what is this
The five foot assassin with the ruffneck business
I float like gravity, never had a cavity
Got more rhymes than the winans got family
No need to sweat arsenio to gain some type of fame
No shame in my game cause I'll always be the same
Styles upon styles upon styles is what I have
You wanna diss the phifer but you still don't know the half
I sport new balance sneakers to avoid a narrow path
Messin round with this you catch ? the sizin of em?
I never half step cause I'm not a half stepper
Drink a lot of soda so they call me dr. pepper
Refuse to com-pete with bs competition
Your name ain't special ed so won't you seckle with the mission
I never walk the streets, think it's all about me
Even though deep in my heart, it really could be
I just try my best to like go all out
Some might even say yo shorty black you're buggin' out

[q-tip]
Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh, uh!
Zulu nation, brothers that's creation
Minds get flooded, ejaculation
Right on the two inch tape
The abstract poet incognito, runsss the cape
Not the best not the worst and occasionally I curse to get my
Point across, so bust, the floss
As I go in betweeen, the grit and the dirt
Listen to the mission listen miss as I do work, umm
As I crack the, monotone
Children of the jazz so, get your own
Smokin r&b cause they try to do me
Or the best of the pack but they can't do rap
For it's abstract, orig-inal
You can't get your own and that's, pitiful
I know I'd be the man if I cold yanked the plug
On r&b, but I can't and that's bugged

Buggin out, buggin out, buggin out you're buggin out (repeat 8x)

[phife dawg]
Yo when you bug out, you usually have a reason for the action
Sometimes you don't it's just for mere satisfaction
People be houndin, always surroundin
Pulsin, just like a migraine poundin
You don't really fret, you stay in your sense
? comafied? your feeling, of absolute tense
You soar off to another world, deep in your mind
But people seem to take that, as being unkind
Oh yo he's acting stank, really on a regal?
A man of the fame not a man of the people
Believe that if you wanna but I tell you this much
Riding on the train with no dough, sucks
Once again a case of your feet in my nike's
If a crowd is in my realm I'm saying -- mic please
Hip-hop is living, can't yank the plug
If you do the result, will end up kind of bugged

[q-tip]
Yo, I am not an invalid although I used to smoke the weed out
Ali shaheed muhammad used to say I had to be out
Schemin on the cookies with the crazy boomin back buns
Pushin on the real ? hardest? so we can have the big fun
When I left for rosie I was boulevard status
Battling a mc was when tip was at his baddest
It was one mc after one mc
What the world could they be wanting see from little old me
Do I have the formula to save the world?
Or was it just because I used to swipe the women and all the girls
I'm the type of brother with the crazy extended hand kid
Dissed by all my brothers I was all up what my man did
Supposed to be my man but now I wonder cause you're feeble
I go out with the strongest and I seperate the evils
It's your brain against my mind, for those about to boot out
All you nasty critters even though you see I bug out

Buggin out, buggin out, buggin out you're buggin out (repeat 8x)

[q-tip]
Can I kick it? (yes, you can!) *7x*
Well, I'm gone (go on then!)

Can I kick it? to all the people who can quest like a tribe does
Before this, did you really know what live was?
Comprehend to the track, for it's why cuz
Gettin measures on the tip of the vibers
Rock and roll to the beat of the funk fuzz
Wipe your feet really good on the rhythm rug
If you feel the urge to freak, do the jitterbug
Come and spread your arms if you really need a hug
Afrocentric living is a big shrug
A life filled with *horn* that's what I love
A lower plateau is what we're above
If you diss us, we won't even think of
Will nipper the doggy give a big shove?
This rhythm really fits like a snug glove
Like a box of positives is a plus, love
As the tribe flies high like a dove

[phife dawg]
Can I kick it? (yes, you can!) *7x*
Well, I'm gone (go on then!)

Can I kick it? to my tribe that flows in layers
Right now, phife is a poem sayer
At times, I'm a studio conveyor
Mr. dinkins, would you please be my mayor?
You'll be doing us a really big favor
Boy this track really has a lot of flavor
When it comes to rhythms, quest is your savior
Follow us for the funky behavior
Make a note on the rhythm we gave ya
Feel free, drop your pants, check your ha-ir
Do you like the garments that we wear?
I instruct you to be the obeyer
A rhythm recipe that you'll savor
Doesn't matter if you're minor or major
Yes, the tribe of the game, rhythm player
As you inhale like a breath of fresh air

Q: back in the days on the boulevard of linden,
We used to kick routines and presence was fittin'.
It was I the abstract
P: and me the five footer.
I kicks the mad style so step off the frankfurter.
Q: yo, phife, you remember that routine
That we used to make spiffy like mister clean?
P: um um, a tidbit, um, a smidgen.
I don~t get the message so you gots to run the pigeon.
Q: you on point phife?
P: all the time, tip.
Q: you on point phife?
P: all the time, tip.
Q: you on point phife?
P: all the time, tip.
Q: well, then grab the microphone and let your words rip.
P: now here's a funky introduction of how nice I am.
Tell your mother, tell your father, send a telegram.
I'm like an energizer 'cause, you see, I last long.
My crew is never ever wack because we stand strong.
Now if you say my style is wack that's where you're dead wrong.
I slayed that body in el segundo then push it along.
You'd be a fool to reply that phife is not the man
'cause you know and I know that you know who I am.
A special shot of peace goes out to all my pals, you see.
And a middle finger goes for all you punk mc's.
'cause I love it when you wack mc's despise me.
They get vexed, I roll next, can~t none contest me.
I'm just a fly mc who's five foot three and very brave.
On job remaining, no I'm chaining cause I misbehave.
I come correct in full effect have all my hoes in check.
And before I get the butt the jim must be erect.
You see, my aura~s positive I don't promote no junk.
See, I'm far from a bully and I ain't a punk.
Extremity in rhythm, yeah that's what you heard.
So just clean out your ears and just check the word.

Q: check the rhyme y'all.
Check the rhyme y'all.
Check the rhyme y'all.
Check the rhyme y'all.
Check the rhyme y'all.
Check the rhyme y'all.
Check it out.
Check it out.
Check the rhyme y'all.
Check the rhyme y'all.
Check the rhyme y'all.
Play tapes y'all.
Check the rhyme y'all.
Check the rhyme y'all.
Check it out.
Check it out.

P: back in days on the boulevard of linden,
We used to kick routines and the presence was fittin'
It was I the phifer,
Q: and me, the abstract.
The rhymes were so rumpin' that the brothers rode the 'zack.
P: yo, tip you recall when we used to rock
Those fly routines on your cousin~s block.
Q: um, let me see, damn I can't remember.
I receive the message and you will play the sender.
P: you on point tip?
Q: all the time phife.
P: you on point tip?
Q: yeah, all the time phife.
P: you on point tip?
Q: yo, all the time phife.
P: so play the resurrector and give the dead some life.
Q: okay, if knowledge is the key then just show me the lock.
Got the scrawny legs but I move just like lou brock,
With speed. I'm agile plus I'm worth your while.
One hundred percent intelligent black child.
My optic presentation sizzles the retina.
How far must I go to gain respect? um.
Well, it's kind of simple, just remain your own
Or you'll be crazy sad and alone.
Industry rule number four thousand and eighty,
Record company people are shady.
So kids watch your back 'cause I think they smoke crack,
I don't doubt it. look at how they act.
Off to better things like a hip-hop forum.
Pass me the rock and I'll storm with the crew and ...
Proper. what you say hammer? proper.
Rap is not pop, if you call it that then stop.

Nc, y'all check the rhyme y'all.
Sc, y'all check it out y'all.
Virginia, check the rhyme y'all.
Check it out. out.
In london, check the rhyme, y'all.

Chorus

Verse one: phife

Ayo who wanna pull on phifer long time no hear from
Suckers walkin' around talking about they could get some
But that pop is non cypher, no can do
And if you think I'm a dope, then ask the other crew
And I proceed to let you know, exactly how to flow
I'm not lawn doctor so just step off with the hoe
Oops my mistake I didn't know you went with her
Should I run down the line of the all the kids that done hit her
Don't be bitter, I hear that honey resembles a critter
I heard she likes to do one-one my man john ritter
But back to the subject you can't catch wreck
You must get respect, to earn respect
Suckers think they could herb me cuz know I where specks
You're full of jokes, but you your name ain't flex
I got the riches, the bitches, I'm large like a huxtable
You think you're all that but you're girl's quite doable
Yeah, I'm tellin' you g, to back up off me
I'm not a mad cohort, but I'm not mr. softee
Rappin' is an art, coming straight from the heart
So forget the chart because the action can start

Chorus

Verse two: q-tip

Where ya at? to all my peoples with the funk
I'm the undercover brother dump your hoe in the trunk
Save all the sad songs and the tearjerkers
Niggaz step up it's the lyrical worker
The poems that I create ain't in paper back books
The poems that I create are for hookers and the crooks
My mental is excelling cuz I dabble in the books
I'm not the one to front on, so suboops-suboops
Yo I gets the pickens, I'm such a damn dickens
If you step to this then the plot just thickens
I'll run you around the track like a bunny and a dog
To me, your just another mc on the log
A link on the chain, fluid on the brain
I boast of hype lyrics, and yours are mardane
See I can't maintain, especially if you come back
I'm the lyrical master blaster, yeah I can do that
I can also do your girl, so leave the hoe at home
Cuz when I get done, I'll have her strung on bones
It's the no-joke pressure, that elevates my mind
Makes me pick up and go when it's time to drop a rhyme
My title is locked, the abstract poetic
I'm in the idle mode but my energy's kinetic
So smooth and debonair, especially for the ear
Gotta keep my thing in gear cuz it's evident and clear
That I will rock, rock, rock [fades away]

Chorus

Q-tip:i got the busta bust
Yo, we make the shit wild hot
Busta:we got kamaal
Complete, we make the shit wild hot
Q-tip:i got the busta bust
Yo, we make the shit wild hot
Both:all y'all rude boys lick a shot (gun shot)

Q-tip:i be the all-i-seein'
The mcin'
Human bein'
Soon to be in your museum
When I'm in your colisseum
I'm mcin'
Punishin' wack niggas for disagreein'
Did you see him?
No, 'cause he move like the wind, in flight
Counter-attack like a jedi knight
If you're goin' to think about combatin'
General latin
Of this mc shit you did, killa
You just a private in the lower class
I be the upper at your lawn
Don juan, when the mic's on
Chief abstract, ace quasimoto
Fuckin' with me, you'll be finished like photo
I'm sure to bust your shit like bolo
Black nation needs a team, fuck solo
I can see ya in your eyes the webness
When your ass starts to cry it's redness
You can witness the style that I kick from the linguistics
But please come, so save it
Dealin' with the try, but you never can
My nigga busta rhymes about to get his man
Ay yo, we do it like this and then we do it like that
It's the abstract with the new format
We do it like this and then we do it like that
It's the busta bust with the new format

Busta:figaro, figaro, figaro
Bust yo shit, scar yo windpipes and make me break yo elbow
Put my foot in your ass slow
Feel the force like a race horse or like a heard of buffalo
Teel me why you be actin' soft
Freak the spanish flow
Like julio ? lepingpacndahoe?
Freeze like chilly willy the eskimo
Vigilante like steven segal
Now bust the desperado
You fuckin' with the all time pros
While the zoom lens ammorate niggas from transistor radios
Mission impossible without expose
Once I diagnose those who be creepin' blow 'em off they tippy toes
Sorry, fake nigga that's how it goes
Sport the suede-front bullet proof vests in case
You complicate my dough
Handle situations pronto
While appearances got you all hearin' this when I be doin' cameos
Shit be wild hot like tabasco
Fuck the fool-ass nigga trespass and caught him in my last zone
Stick a nigga bad like the last hole
Runnin' up on muthafuckas late night jumpin' out the astro
No, no,no,no,no
If you violate I start to dictate just like fidel castro
Make you dreadlock yo' afro
And when I'm done I ride of with theme music by my man d'angelo
We make the shit wild hot

Chorus (x3)

Verse one
Q-tip:
Do what you will, if you feel that your steeze is real
Complicated with the skills over reel to reel
Brown skin is what I feel, my mind and body's appeal
Is to the no-frill mills, who hear the beats to chill
Constantly, I'm hearing black americans just sneering
Looking for a leader who can fill us up with either
Hitting us up with great emotional chat
About the fact
That the black
Is constantly held back
Like 50 tracks back in a relay race
And the white team's ahead
So let's keep up the pace
And I be needing something
To feed my logical taste
At the end of the race is there a paradise place?
Yo, we can't get involved in what the next man is doing
Material gain we put too much in persuing
Yo duke, I need this dough so we can step to this party
But we can all mardi grati
Minus that shit in our body
What that got to do with that
'cause kid that's the essence,
Your physical presence
Embodies every lesson
You can't run the rolls royce if the engine is busted.
Can't even life the knife to cut the mustard.
What we need to do first
Now listen to this verse
Let's concentrate on our spiritual plate.
Recognize your existence in this vast blue space
From a tiny cloud of blood
To the human beings with taste, sight, touch, smell
And sound
Let's deem it profound!
And prioritize this cause it was allah's wish
Allah? I'm god
No I ddon't believe that. that's a mystery
If God is so good why does shit be happening to me?
There's divinity within
Because we come from the divine
A froce that's not seen but you feel it every time
When the wind blows, and the world turns,
And the rain drops, and the baby cries
And the bird flies, and the ground quake,
And the stars gleam
So many things are eident of it's existence
What we need to do is link it with persistence
Once we recognize that, we can move ahead
Native tongue, common sense yo he's hip-hop bred...

Common:
From the spiritual world my former life has developed
First person I lost close to me was stella
Some of my mellows
Lost their mothers and their brothers
For them I feel empathy
But I ain't pouring out no liquor for no niggas
I pour my heart out when I see dot out on the deck
Knowing two weeks ago he slapped-box with death
I hear of niggas dying in the wind-in the news
But when it's somebody you know it hits you
And emotions get bruised
I ain't been in your shoes,
I won't judge you for knocking
Because the spirit of the ghetto says you gotta!
They snatch you again from rock flippin'
Give back into the neighborhood, you better start kickin'
Stickin' stores
On the strip
I'm tired of arabs giving me my change back
Devil bomb my yesterday
My tomorrow he never gave back
I lay back, looking at the ceiling
Wonndering what can I do
So my homie won't have to be dealing
Not cause you serving and I'm rapping I'm better
Just different pieces to the puzzle of black life
That we have to put together, better ourselves
Cause families we gotta raise
No matter how long the money
Shorter become the days
Men become like women
And no difference in the season
If you got popped five times
You breathing for a reason
Let's put the five tenure plan into progression
Before we count our paper
Count our blessings

Verse one: q-tip

Yup yup yup
To the north to the south to the east to the west
I don't discriminate boy I bring it to your chest
If you oppose, then your soul will decompose
Strive to get money and I'm not no hoe
Fresher than the air that you're breathing through your nose
Fuller than the kicks that you're puttin on your toes
You can ask bo but yo that nigga don't know
About the dominant factor the accurate rapper
Here's the next chapter, page ninety-five
Niggaz so hard it's a wonder they alive
But yo we still survive through the danger that lurks
My eyes remain wide while you ask like urk
And yo my family matters, so all you mad hatters
Put your thinking caps on and motherfuckin brainstorm
Cause I got the plan that wins and can't lose
Your man knows who's nice say tip he'll say true
A lot of these jokers out here is blase
I'll be rockin mikes until a horse says hey
Some are preoccupied with glamour and glitz
Actin all boogee and making big movies
But I'll be in the cut call me incognito
Busy makin joints that will bump for my people
You're listening to a man who was something for nothing
Stay in me forever head, never be frontin

Chorus: repeat 2x

Once in a while we have fun in the mix [never ever]
In to good living, but some be into glitz [true dat]
Everybody knew, all the fellas and the chicks [trigga e]
Gotta wear a shoe that fits
...to all my peoples

Verse two:

C'mon word, check it out now [you out there? ]
Uh, uh, check it out now [you out there? ]
What? uh, check it out now [louder! louder!]
[louder! louder!] uh, check it out, yo

Peace to the girl named hurricane g
Peace to my girl named dawn paris
Peace to the organzied kon-fus-ion
Peace to all my shorties that be dying too young
Peace to both coasts and the land in between
Peace to your man if you're doing your thing
Peace to my peoples who was incarcerated
Asalaam alaikum means peace, don't debate it
Devouring, and towering over fools
Your mic is broke and my shit's cool
The black man with the understandin of
The three wise men and the theories of zen
Yo I get inside the crevice like a dentist
Disrupt, the block, like dennis, the menace
Shaheed is on the needle, the shit it won't weeble
Or wobble, your rhymes is mixed up like boggle
Bingo! that was the damn dog's name
But yo I know another one with much more fame
The phife dawg, and that's my word to the cipher
About to bring it to your chest and cause strife check it out
You're doubling back, to your rhyming pad
What I represent is mc's gone mad
In a perfect world there's imperfect acts
We've come like a God to redirect alla that
So people with a gift can just flaunt and get money
So much, we in the bank that the shit ain't funny
Money is invested in real estate and stocks
But not inside the glamour cuz all of that stops

Outro: consequence

Yo dis the cons to the quence
Up in ya like a stiff one, knowhatimean?
It's nine-five, you got to live it or rip it
So if you step on the streets keep it movin, knowhatimean?

Chorus

Chorus:

All we want in this life
Is peace, prosperity and a little paper
Objects that seem greater
But I'm sure well over come when we illin on a drum
(repeat 2x)

Verse one: q-tip

We in a world that places heavy emphasis on money synthesis
Y'all can be my witnesses
That a fella fascination with money has grown
To the point that he will shit on his own
We got to have it y'all, it's not a spike lee cinematic
A piece of paper makin niggaz get dramatic
But the money doesnt come automatic
Gotta motivate ourselves to go and grab it
We got to get it yall, in an orderly fashion
Some cats go about it with too much passion
We got to mediate our greedy levels
Cuz the lust of currency can have us sleepin with the devil
Gotta recognize it, realize the power
That this little ma-huckin piece of paper will devour
Man can be greater than the thing he creates
See, i'ma do my thing and see how much I can scrape
Yo I'd rather have respect than money, no doubt
But listen to me y'all, I want the mass amount
That the sesame street dracula cant count
So that I can give my people when that thing surmounts
To higher levels.. of being.. so when I'm mc-ing
I hope to see you there steady g-ing (say word)
But the only way we can truly reach that goal
Is finding true inner peace and prospering souls
It's like that

Chorus

Verse two: phife

Here comes your royal highness, one of queens finest
Believe me, honest, you know you can't stop it
Come on son, never leave your mic round me
True mc for real ask my man shaheed
Strictly focused on what I'm in this rap game for
Not for fame and screwing every whore after whore
With all that aids stuff going round
Tell me how that sound
Rather hit the studio and hear some beats that pound
Now, don't get me wrong I love honeys galore
But see hip-hop's my bread butter
Cause that's what I get paid for
See this is what I wanted
Allah helped me to get it
And if the beat is wicked
You know malik will rip it
From the bottom of my heart
Thats where the love starts
The love for breakdancing
My love for the art
And with this love I do hip-hop from the soul
A real mc, who never sweats how many copies are sold
Yeah I want to go gold, platinum, uh-huh etceteras
But why put out some wackness when no one will respect ya
Im staying true nuff respect to those that paved the way
From bambaata down to shah; that be my dj
With out my peeps I don't know how the hell I'd make it, word
Sometimes I feel that my career is headed for the curb
One love for the lendin hand and giving all your help
Believing in me when I didnt believe in my own self
The abstract with whom I'm always making rugged tunes
Kid hood restin in heaven, I hope to see you soon
I keep things hot and this year they're even hotter
Big mu and shah, one day I'll take my shahada
Out

The name is q-tip, enterin through the middle
From the left, dead all the jokes and the riddles
Comin from the maximum gain, the octane
That's on the radio it made me feel so low
It seems we gotta, brighten, the damp prison
I'm nintendo 64 and you mattel intellivision
Bustin from no mo' trey-eights, now papi weight
This joint is like a ruger, watch it roar like a cougar
And we gotta, move on the dancefloor
And work it out all night that's what you came here for
Just chem', I fills it to the rim, your shine is lookin dim
Daddy shine the light on him, ahem it's me
Leader of the starfleet force
Guaranteed to knock your joint off course, we took the loss?
Damn right, sure as tina made ike
We gonna put it in your noggin all night, and all day
The trilateral commision we dissin
Tellin citizens be straight, but like snakes they hissin
I'll be damned if I let his song fall to the side
Goin piggybackin shit, let's ride, c'mon

I put it down, now what you gonna do (8x)
Hey, now, what you gonna do, with yourself, hah? (4x)

When you hear this, recognize you hear love
Mc nigga illin over b-boy dubs
Riding through the shit like tron
Doesn't matter if you onboard, do you wanna get on?
Cause if you do, watch all the moves that we make
Gotta do the things right, ain't no time for mistake
It's the hip-hop cat that can't, fuck with jake
Just because he wear a badge doesn't, mean he straight so
What you wanna swallow it down or let's take it
Disregard those who fake it, yo it doesn't matter
About the realm, hip-hop is to the helm
It's divine to hit the mind like slippery elms
So put it down man, put it on down
Put it down man, put it on down
Put it down woman, put it on down
Put it down man, put it on down
Put it down man, whatchu gonna do
Put it down woman, whatchu gonna do
A-put it down man, whatchu gonna do
Put it down woman, whatchu gonna do

('hey' repeats in background for a bit)

[d-life]
This is the master d-life
As we set it off with my mans a tribe called quest
And uhh, we got to do it like this baby
We got to do it like that baby
We got the good shit not the bullshit, yaknahmean? ha hah
We bout to count it down, we bout to count it off
It goes a-one, two, three, ahh!

[q-tip]
Malik we gettin back into that shit again
And when we rhyme, brothers need to break they pens, uh-oh
It's the love movement never ends
The rap game'll never be the same again
(phife dawg where you at baby? ) we came again

[phife dawg]
Here I come again, you feelin fine?
The dawg is like a overflowin rhyme from mind
Usually mess with shorties whose a 8 or 9
Shorty bump around to the bass-line

[q-tip]
F keeps a burner on the waist-line
That cat's trickin off, I ain't wastin mine
You feel the uniqueness, you seekin this?
And when we do it, we be freakin this

[phife dawg]
Don't even front, you know you feelin this
My shade is borderin around licorice (licorice)
Enjoyin this tune, glad you playin it
(aiyyo phife what's the hook? )
Here we sayin it, sayin it, sayin it

Chorus: with d-life

My pad and my pen (ah ah, you didn't go there)
The beat and the blend (say word, you didn't go there)
The party won't end (you know, we got to be there)
Just keep your ? , buildin with friends, yo
* repeat 2x w/ variations *

[q-tip]
We're down for life with one destiny
It seems that the devil keeps testin me
Got the illest part of the recipe
Yo tell your homegirl to stop stressin me (stop it)
Undressin me is the part you really like
Brothers hold the cracks now they holdin mics
The cusses you get, ? steady rights
Marauders, we did that shit at mid-night, a-ah-aight-aight

[phife dawg]
I love it when my honeydip be slobbin me
Don't take it personal it's just comedy
My comedy completely turned to tragedy
I sense some of these rappers still be mad at me
Sweatin her because of her anatomy
When I bang you it'll be assault and battery
Don't make me discombobulate your micraphone
Talkin trash will only get you freakin head, flown

[q-tip]
Uhh, buy em out the box, never faulty ones
Get in that ass like karate son
I act with the light, sometimes it's lookin grim
We manage a smile, sometimes we slip it in

[phife dawg]
My tribe be worldwide like the nike swoosh
Emcees be soundin moist like vagina juice
The top of the world, we pursuin it
Don't worry about a thing, cause we doin it
Doin it, doin it

Chorus 2x

[d-life]
That's the way we do.. c'mon, that's the way we do
It's the nigga d-life, with t-c-q
That's the way we are.. and the beat won't stop
Got to blow it up for the top..
Didn't think you knew how we rock..

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

[forte]
Hey, what's the deal?
I seen the devil spar with allah
Mathematics was the key to set my whole race free
You might debate we, a refugee
No harm hurt me
Dying, thirsty from the struggle
To my own hustle bubble
On the low, woe is me
To show the free bob right
The righteous asiatic thinker
While satan rob light
Civilised like the molly
Burgundy, wildy rocking
Seen the fifth when ali clocked him
John forte will keep you locked in

[q-tip]
People all around
You got to recognise and witness
The mister who swift enough to knock you out with mic fitness
Hands blistered from holding the mics tight
Some say it's fright night
Well throw the r after the f 'cause I'm gonna take away your breath
The bell rings and now it's just a daily operation
Yo, you saw my lubrication
You can see this occupation (the winner)
Eh, you know we're from q-borough
L-booie and clef the trainers, prazwell promote the throw

[lauryn hill]
We used to bite bullets with the pig-skin casing
Now we perfect slang like a gang of street masons (uh)
Scribe check make connects
True pyramid architects (yeah)
Replace the last name with the x (x)
The man's got a God complex
But take the text and change the picture
Watch muhammad play the messenger like holy muslim scriptures
Take orders from only god
Only war when it's jihad
See ali appears in zaire to reconnect 400 years
But we the people dark but equal give love to such things
To the man who made the fam' remember when we were kings

Blocks on fire (block's on fire tonight)
Fiends getting higher (uh-huh)
Robbing blue collar
(hey yo we rob them blue collars)
Killing for a dollar (stick 'em up)
Youths get tired (ali ah yeah)
We're dealing with them liars (ali ah yeah)
(we're dealing with too many liars)
From brooklyn to zaire (uh-huh ah yeah)
We need a ghetto messiah (ah yeah come on)

Send me an angel in the morning, baby
Send me an angel in the morning, darling
Send me muhammad in the morning, baby
Send me an angel in the morning, darling

[ali shaheed muhammad]
Once the pen hits the pad it's danger
To this I be no stranger
Step inside the ring and I'll derange you (come on)
I'm hearing no comments
Everyone looks dispondent
Dejected, rejected similiar to liston
Catching lists
Beat it, sonny
My man is still the greatest in this
To hell with frazier yappin' about that negative shit
Now listen, you can try and escape if you want to
But ask yourself, who the hell you gonna run to
Like sade abu you got a punch that I can sleep to
Fugees, tribe, busta rhymes forever coming through

[prazwell]
We sing amazing grace over two dollar plate
One roll snake eyes like jake the snake
Many lies put up for stakes
Wash our sins at the great lakes
You and I cannot see eye to eye
So therefore we cannot relate
I'm here when I make myself crystal clear
You fled to cape fear when I laced you in zaire
Tussle with a lasso in the royal rumble
Seperate boys from men in the concrete jungle

[busta rhymes]
I remember when cassius clay flipped the script
Taking trips to zimbabwe
Africans started calling the God ali bumbaye (so bwoy)
It be the God stricken, God nutrition, lightly stricken (ha)
Blow that make you feel like you was poison bitten
Ha yo I'm 'bout to blister you and your sister
Predicting every ass whipping before my fights my nigga
This be your last warning once you walk past the doorman
Ali and foreman gonna lock ass until the morning
Marvellous finances provided by joseph mobutu
Special guests of honour like the archbishop desmond tutu
We watched the rumble in the jungle
To see who be the targeted uncle to be the first to fall and fumble
Nuff blows they gettong thrown, like solid milestones
Internally shaking up niggas, imbalance your chromosones
With the force of a thousnad warriors
When I bust your ass identify me as the lord victorious

Blocks on fire (you're a star)
(blocks on fire)
Fiends getting higher (you're a star)
Robbing blue collar (you're a star)
(yeah rob them blue collars)
Killing for a dollar (you're a star)
Youths get tired (you're a star)
(youths getting tired)
We're dealing with them liars (you're a star)
(we're dealing with too many liars)
From brooklyn to zaire (you're a star)
We need a ghetto messiah