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from DJ Cut Killer - Party Jam (2003)
Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what so what so what's the scenario Here we go yo, here we go yo So what so what so what's the scenario (Phife Dawg) Aiyyo Bo knows this (what?) and Bo knows that (what?) But Bo don't know jack, cause Bo can't rap Well whaddya know, the Di-Dawg, is first up to bat No batteries included, and no strings attached No holds barred, no time for move fakin Gots to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon Brothers front, they say the Tribe can't flow But we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe so Sleep if you want, my crew will help you get your Z's troop But here's the real scoop I'm all that and then some, short dark and handsome Bust a nut inside your eye, to show you where I come from I'm vexed, fumin, I've had it up to here My days of payin dues are over, acknowledge me as in there (YEAH) Head for the border, go get a taco I'll be wreckin from the jump street, meaning from the get-go Sit back relax and let yourself go Don't sweat what you heard, but act like you know (Charlie Brown) Yes yes y'all (yes y'all!) Who got the vibe? It's the Tribe y'all (Tribe y'all!) Real live y'all (live y'all!) Inside outside come around... (who's that??) Browwwwwwwwn Some may, I say, call me Charlie The word is the herb and I'm deep like Bob Marley Layback on the payback, (evolve rotate the gates?) CONTACT! Can I get a hit? (HIT!) Boom bip with a brother named Tip and we're ready to flip East coast stompin, rippin and rompin New York, North Cak-a-laka, and Compton Checka-checka-check it out! The loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce And wow how now wow how now Brown cow We're ill till the skill gets down For the flex, next, it's the textbook old to the new but the rest are doo-doo From radio, to the video, to Arsenio Tell me! Yo, what's the scenario (Dinco D) (True blue!) Scooby Doo, whoopie doo Scenario's ready yo, always rates more than four Scores for the snores that's lovin dance floors Now I go for mine, (shades of G sure?) Ship-shape plus Grape Apes to play tapes Papes make grapes great for the waist I'm an L-AH, an E-ADER, simply just a leader Bass in his face means peace see ya later Later? (LATER!) Later alligator Pop blows the weasel and my Earth the inflater So yo the D what the O, incorporated I-N-C into a flow Funk flipped flat back first this foul fight fight fight Laugh yo how's that sound (ohhhhhh!) (Q-Tip) It's the leader Quest mission and we got the goods here (here!) Never on the left cause my right's my good ear (ear!) I could give a damn about a ill subliminal Stay away from crime cause so ain't no CRIMINAL I love my young nation, groovy sensation No time for hibernation, only elation Don't ever try to test, yo whattup little kid? Yo Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell him what I did (Busta Rhymes) I heard you rushed and rushed, AND ATTACKED Then baby puked then you had TO SMACK Causin rambunction, throughout the sphere Raise the levels of the boom, inside the ear (Q-Tip) You know I did it So don't violate or you get violated The hip-hop sound is well agitated Won't ever waste no time on the played out ego So here's Busta Rhymes with the scenario (Busta Rhymes) Watch, as I combine all the juice from the mind Heel up, reel up, bring it back, come rewind Powerful impact BOOM! from the cannon Not braggin, try to read my mind just imagine Vo-cab-u-lary's necessary When diggin into my library Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Eating ayea toadstool like the one Peter Tosh-a Uh, uh uhh, alone with the track man Uh, pardon me, uhh, as I come back As I did it yo I heard you beg your pardon When I travel to the Sun I roll with the squadron RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW like a dungeon dragon Change your little drawers cause your pants are saggin Try to step to this, I will, fits you in a turban And had you smellin right, like some old stale urine Checkady-choco, the chocolate chicken The rear cock diesel, for chicks they were kickin Yo, bustin out before the Busta bust a nut the rhyme the rhythm is in sync (UHH!) the rhymes are on time (TIME!) Rippin up this dance just like a radio Observe the vibe and check out the scenario!! *chorus starts* Yeah, my man motherfucker! Chorus |
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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 gems Sit down, Indian style, as we recite these hymns See, lyrically I'm Mario Andretti on the mo-mo Luticrous, we 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 the steps 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 |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - Hits, Rarities & Remixes (2003)
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 |
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[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 |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - Hits, Rarities & Remixes (2003)
Phife: Brothas know the flavs when the Quest gets loose Slammin sucka fuckas like the wrestler Zeus Crazier than Tupac in that flick called Juice Cock is longer than the hat worn by Dr. Seuss Love a girl in Daisy Dukes like them kids called Deuce Gets paid to sex the hoochie like my main man Luke Control the mic like Denzel on the girls Wack MCs be on the nuts like Rocket J. Squirrel The worst thing in the world is a sucka MC Favorite rap group in the world is EPMD Can't forget the De La, the two originality And if I ever went solo, my favorite MC would be me Phife Dawg up in the house, I give a shout out to Snoopy Peace to all the Questers, to hell with the groupies Like um, Ralph up to Potsie, Brooklyn to Dodger Laverne to Shirley, Rerun to Roger Ren to the Stimpy, Laurel to Hardy Q-Tip and Phifer, they mashed up the party Kick the rhymes and more rhymes Kick the beats and more beats We'll have you scratchin in your head, like trying all techniques For those who wanna oppose, just take a stand But for now, just shut your shit and clap your hands chorus: Q-Tip: You just wanna dance man, then clap your hands If you venture up the wrong road, then the circumstance... Will be crucial, I got hundreds of rhymes that'll suit you So listen The Abstract intuition is very very worthy I can feel ya out from Russia to Jersey Can't understand, the underground, it gets deep The low, the Nikes, the links, the jeeps The women, the lingo and all the other goods Peace to the hoods, that keep my shit on play Please don't do the mute when you hear me on the juke Brothas know my angle, it's the Star-Spangled black banner Hook up the beats at the funk manner If want a roll, then dough I be rakin The scope is on the world, cuz it's mine for the takin You know I'm gonna do it My shit is rock solid, but it flows like fluid Chemists get confused of my ill composition This is the third of the new Tribe addition MCs be swingin, but alot of them be missin So shut your bloodclot and listen Cuz I'm bringin you the ill rendition I'd like to send this out to the L.E.S. Gotta alot of rhythm and style and finesse Come here love, hot sex on a plat And when your done with that then clap Chorus(until end) |
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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, dig it, 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 couldn? 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 cries, 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 don? 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 |
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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 |
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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 st |
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Goin on and on to the rhythmic variation Wakin in the morning I still represent the nation When I speak of nation please don't make the deviation Rebels of the party who create the jump sensation Mind is a pit of different information Microphone is on so of course communication Bogle at the party then you got the bogle-ation Decaptatin foes yo as if my name was Jason (c'mon) Makin all the fellas at the party lose composure Hook up the beat with the mic and it's over (original, uh!) A Tribe Called Quest we on the run for whatever Trials and tribulations that we have to endeavor Brothers know my steelo it's a letter to the better If you see a shorty that you like, then you sweat her Silly with the microphone, in other words I'm loco Six foot zero with my height, complexion cocoa Representin on the mic it seems to be my daily I can do a split and turn around like Alvin Ailey But when it comes to days like this I got lyrics to go (I got lyrics to go) It's like that y'all, c'mon y'all Lyrics to go It's like that y'all, c'mon y'all (Lyrics to go) It's like that [Phife Dawg] I know it's been two years but see the Tribe was never fallin Would have tried for singin but that stuff was not my callin The mic is in effect so you know I'm never stallin Walkin through the door and all them suckers started haulin Talk a lot of trash but no one can seem to beat it Pull out your microphone and watch the Phifer make you eat it The MC's they get jealy when the girly's on my belly Kick a slow dance like my brother R. Kelly (bust a rhyme) Today's a hip-hop draft will I be top-seeded? (uhh) Worked too frickin hard while all the rest were gettin weeded Steady kickin styles so I can reach that other level (uh) Don't worry about gettin gassed I push the pedal to the metal Always wanted this cause it surely beats a scramble (right) I'm Jordan with the mic, huh, wanna gamble? (mmm) This I dedicate to all the honiest that be bogle-in Cause at the end of the night y'know Malik will have his Trojans But when it comes to nights like this I got lyrics to go Check it out y'all (Lyrics to go) It's like that y'all Lyrics to go Check it out y'all (Lyrics to go) It's like that y'all Lyrics to go Check it out y'all (Lyrics to go) It's like that y'all Lyrics to go Check it out y'all (Lyrics to go) It's like that y'all It's like that y'all Check it out y'all It's like that y'all Check it out y'all It's like that y'all Check it out here we go! [Q-Tip] Please proceed with caution cause the lyricist is fatal I can kick your little monkey ass like Kato (yes dread, uhh) Formulate your rhymes like a child forms Play-Doh (right) Calm and serene like the study was tayo Poetry machine with correct mechanisms Immune to disease I defeat organisms that are waitin in my path, I overstep the critters Give your ass the willies and your moms'll get the jitters (uh) Winners turn to losers, losers are forgotten Tangle in my fore with, hopes that I stop rockin Never will that happen only if it is permitted (uhh) Wait... I think somebody shitted (c'mon) I guess that will be me cause I'm the only one MCin I go for what I know doin a show for human beings Always try to lead yo never will I follow Blowin up the spot like Fred did to Rollo And when it comes to days like this, I got lyrics to go Check it out y'all (Lyrics to go) It's like that y'all I got lyrics to go Everybody (I got lyrics to go) Ah c'mon now I got lyrics to go Ah check it out y'all (I got lyrics to go) It's like that now I got lyrics to go Everybody (I got lyrics to go) Ah c'mon now I got lyrics to go Check it out y'all (I got lyrics to go) It's like that now I got lyrics to go C'mon y'all (I got lyrics to go) Everybody I got lyrics to go It's like that y'all (I got lyrics to go) Check it out now I got lyrics to go Ah c'mon y'all (I got lyrics to go) Everybody I got lyrics to go It's like that y'all (I got lyrics to go) Check it out now I got lyrics to go It's like that y'all (I got lyrics to go) Every-bo-ty I got lyrics to go It's like that y'all (I got lyrics to go) Ah check it out now It's like that y'all Check it now It's like that y'all Check it now It goes... uhh |
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[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 hott V-A-V-A-Vader, the brothers in the spot Jalick, Jalick ya wind up ya hit Captain of the poets, I'm the #7 pick lick, lick, lick boy on your backside lick, lick, lick boy on your backside listen to the fader, Shaheed lets it glide Tip the earthly body heavens on my side even in Santo Domingo Can I gotta Gringo we got mikes when do we go know a little nigga who can ryhme when you ask me short, dark, and plus his voice is raspy Phife Dawg 1 for the treble 2 for the bass you know the style Tip it's time to flip this I like my beats hard like two day old shit steady eatin booty M.C's 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 then T.L.C. now the formula is this Me, Tip, and Ali for those who can't count it goes 1-2-3 The answer(scratch-Damn right I'm)Hiccup is how i be brothers find it's hard to do but never me some brothers try to dis my malik you see'm ditchin me now cure all the B.B. M.C.'s my shit is hittin trainin gladiator, anti-hesitater Shaheed push the fader from here to Granada Mr. 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]: (Oh My God yes, Oh my god(10)) [Q-Tip] Complimentary it be the theif 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 Toots just beleive the sin cuz Queens is the county, Jamaica is the place Take off your boots cuz you can't run the race [Chorus]: (Oh My God(14)) |
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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, its 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 im 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, dont 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 dont know how the hell id 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 im 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 |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - Hits, Rarities & Remixes (2003)
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 w |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - Hits, Rarities & Remixes (2003)
Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what so what so what's the scenario Here we go yo, here we go yo So what so what so what's the scenario (Phife Dawg) Aiyyo Bo knows this (what?) and Bo knows that (what?) But Bo don't know jack, cause Bo can't rap Well whaddya know, the Di-Dawg, is first up to bat No batteries included, and no strings attached No holds barred, no time for move fakin Gots to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon Brothers front, they say the Tribe can't flow But we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe so Sleep if you want, my crew will help you get your Z's troop But here's the real scoop I'm all that and then some, short dark and handsome Bust a nut inside your eye, to show you where I come from I'm vexed, fumin, I've had it up to here My days of payin dues are over, acknowledge me as in there (YEAH) Head for the border, go get a taco I'll be wreckin from the jump street, meaning from the get-go Sit back relax and let yourself go Don't sweat what you heard, but act like you know (Charlie Brown) Yes yes y'all (yes y'all!) Who got the vibe? It's the Tribe y'all (Tribe y'all!) Real live y'all (live y'all!) Inside outside come around... (who's that??) Browwwwwwwwn Some may, I say, call me Charlie The word is the herb and I'm deep like Bob Marley Layback on the payback, (evolve rotate the gates?) CONTACT! Can I get a hit? (HIT!) Boom bip with a brother named Tip and we're ready to flip East coast stompin, rippin and rompin New York, North Cak-a-laka, and Compton Checka-checka-check it out! The loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce And wow how now wow how now Brown cow We're ill till the skill gets down For the flex, next, it's the textbook old to the new but the rest are doo-doo From radio, to the video, to Arsenio Tell me! Yo, what's the scenario (Dinco D) (True blue!) Scooby Doo, whoopie doo Scenario's ready yo, always rates more than four Scores for the snores that's lovin dance floors Now I go for mine, (shades of G sure?) Ship-shape plus Grape Apes to play tapes Papes make grapes great for the waist I'm an L-AH, an E-ADER, simply just a leader Bass in his face means peace see ya later Later? (LATER!) Later alligator Pop blows the weasel and my Earth the inflater So yo the D what the O, incorporated I-N-C into a flow Funk flipped flat back first this foul fight fight fight Laugh yo how's that sound (ohhhhhh!) (Q-Tip) It's the leader Quest mission and we got the goods here (here!) Never on the left cause my right's my good ear (ear!) I could give a damn about a ill subliminal Stay away from crime cause so ain't no CRIMINAL I love my young nation, groovy sensation No time for hibernation, only elation Don't ever try to test, yo whattup little kid? Yo Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell him what I did (Busta Rhymes) I heard you rushed and rushed, AND ATTACKED Then baby puked then you had TO SMACK Causin rambunction, throughout the sphere Raise the levels of the boom, inside the ear (Q-Tip) You know I did it So don't violate or you get violated The hip-hop sound is well agitated Won't ever waste no time on the played out ego So here's Busta Rhymes with the scenario (Busta Rhymes) Watch, as I combine all the juice from the mind Heel up, reel up, bring it back, come rewind Powerful impact BOOM! from the cannon Not braggin, try to read my mind just imagine Vo-cab-u-lary's necessary When diggin into my library Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Eating ayea toadstool like the one Peter Tosh-a Uh, uh uhh, alone with the track man Uh, pardon me, uhh, as I come back As I did it yo I heard you beg your pardon When I travel to the Sun I roll with the squadron RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW like a dungeon dragon Change your little drawers cause your pants are saggin Try to step to this, I will, fits you in a turban And had you smellin right, like some old stale urine Checkady-choco, the chocolate chicken The rear cock diesel, for chicks they were kickin Yo, bustin out before the Busta bust a nut the rhyme the rhythm is in sync (UHH!) the rhymes are on time (TIME!) Rippin up this dance just like a radio Observe the vibe and check out the scenario!! *chorus starts* Yeah, my man motherfucker! Chorus |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - Revised Quest For The Seasoned Traveller (2003)
Verse One: Phife Dawg
1988 Senior Year, Garvey High Where all the guys were corny but the girls were mad fly Loungin with the Tipster, Coolin with Sha Scopin out the honeys - they know who they are I was the b-ball playin fly rhyme sayin Fly girl gettin but never was I sweatin Cause when it came to honeys I would go on a stroll Until I met my match - her name was Flo Yeah - I messed around with the one called Flo All the troopers round the way used to call her a ho But deep down in my heart I knew that Flo was good to go Cause I thought it was me - like Bell Biv Devoe But little did I know that she was playin' with my mind The only thing I learned is, good girls are hard to find I feel like Heavy D I need somebody for me Not someone who's mind is blank and tryin' to juice me for my bank Swingin' with my main man Lucky behind my back What type of crap is that - yo, hows about a smack? Word life, I can't front - thought I was all that But now it seems, I met my match Was a stone cold lover, you couldn't tell me jack Settlin' down with one girl, wasn't tryin' to hear that I had Tonya, Tamika, Sharon, Karen Tina, Stacy, Julie, Tracy Used ta love 'em, leave 'em, skeeze 'em, tease 'em Find 'em, lose 'em - also abuse 'em My whole attitude was new day, next hon And believe it or not, they all got done Well here comes Flo, with the crazy whip appeal And I'm all true man, like Alexander O'Neal Is this really love, then again, how would I know After all this time tryin' to be a superhoe She finally played me, but yo, I'd find another Cause I got the crazy game and yo, I'm smooth like butter Chorus: Q-Tip Butter, like butter baby . . . [repeat 2X] Not no Parkay, not no margarine, Strickly butter baby, strictly butter Verse Two: Phife Dawg I remember when, Girls were goodie two shoes, but now they turned to freaks Allofasudden "We love you Phife" - ease of ho, my name's Malik Phife this, Phife that, where you goin', where you at These girls don't know me from jack, yet I feel like the Mack You didn't want me then, so hon, don't want me now Here, Here - take the towel, wipe off your brow And take the Ccontact out your eye, you're far from lookin' fly You get an E for effort, and T for nice try Now tell me what's the reason, for dyin' your hair Slum village gold still danglin in your ear You barely have a neck but still sportin' a rope Four-finger ring just so Phifer can scope You looked in the mirror, didn't know what to do Yesterday your eyes were brown but today they are blue Your whole appearance is a lie and it could never be true And if you really loved yourself then you would try and be you If your hair and eyes were real, I wouldn't have dissed ya But since it was bought, I had to dismiss ya If you can't achieve it, then why not try and weave it If you can't extend it then you might as well suspend it If you can't braid it, best thing to do is fade it I asked who did your hair and you tell me "Diane made it" If you were you and just you, talk to you, maybe But I can't stand, no bionic lady Tryin' hard to look fly, but yo, you're lookin' dumber If I wanted someone like you I woulda swung with Jamie Summers You wanna be treated right, see Father MC Or check Ralph Tresvant, for sens-a-tiv-i-ty See I am not the one, I got more game than Parker Brothers Phife Dog is on the mic and I'm smooth like Butter . . . |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - Revised Quest For The Seasoned Traveller (2003)
[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 |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - Revised Quest For The Seasoned Traveller (2003)
[q-tip]
fool - defined in webster's open up the book, read it read it turn the page, see what it says read it to me will you please (one who acts dope ??? so what does it mean to me?) that's you (how's that?) cos of the way you act (huhhh?!?!) standin on the corner sellin girbauds (what you talkin bout?) scalin your friends and also your foes what's the matter wit'cha boy? (ain't nuttin wrong with me, mother...) you big galoot (huh?), you nincompoop (what?) what's wrong wit you? you can't compute (yes sure i can compute) don't fix your lips to tell me you can standin on the poley playin pusher man what you got to do with yourself? (oh what?) can't you be somebody else? (no) look at you described to a tee (huh) you're a fool of many in society i know some more, i shall go on and continue in the song, fooled the fool "fool" - scratched by ali shaheed (man i don't know what you're talkin bout callin me a fool i've been out here for twentysome odd years doin my thing, i ain't no fool man you crazy or something? i'm gonna stick this, right up your...) [q-tip] the girl i talked to she's sort of neurotic (yeah) her crazy ex-boyfriend is really psychotic (uh-huh) scares the girl by threatenin her life (word) says "girl, you're dead if you're not my wife" (oh man) beats in her public, beats her in private (yes) tried it 'round me, "almost" won't buy it (what you mean?) said "forget him, don't you know he's a loser" who would love a woman turn around and abuse her (ohh) only a fool as described by the tribe here's another one who's on the fool vibe (okay) gonna make it shor |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - Revised Quest For The Seasoned Traveller (2003)
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 |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - Revised Quest For The Seasoned Traveller (2003)
Whatever happened to - twin sets
Whatever happened to - hi-fi Whatever happened to - TV sex Whatever happened to - you and I Your passion is a product (Of) highlight and detail That come hither look Bonus offer retail Whatever happened to - pick-up trucks Whatever happened to - yellow pages Whatever happened to - burning books Whatever happened to - new ages Your emotions are cheap Cut price cash and carry Your heart on your sleeve For any Tom, Dick or Harry Your love is a cashed-in cheque Oh oh that's the way of all flesh Whatever happened to - Chairman Mao Whatever happened to - God above Whatever happened to - the cow Whatever happened to - plug-in love Your pasteurised life so fit for consumption Ooooo those undressing eyes so strictly commercial Your love is a cashed-in cheque Oh oh that's the way of all flesh All flesh All flesh |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - Revised Quest For The Seasoned Traveller (2003)
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 st |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - Revised Quest For The Seasoned Traveller (2003)
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! |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - Revised Quest For The Seasoned Traveller (2003)
Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what so what so what's the scenario Here we go yo, here we go yo So what so what so what's the scenario (Phife Dawg) Aiyyo Bo knows this (what?) and Bo knows that (what?) But Bo don't know jack, cause Bo can't rap Well whaddya know, the Di-Dawg, is first up to bat No batteries included, and no strings attached No holds barred, no time for move fakin Gots to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon Brothers front, they say the Tribe can't flow But we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe so Sleep if you want, my crew will help you get your Z's troop But here's the real scoop I'm all that and then some, short dark and handsome Bust a nut inside your eye, to show you where I come from I'm vexed, fumin, I've had it up to here My days of payin dues are over, acknowledge me as in there (YEAH) Head for the border, go get a taco I'll be wreckin from the jump street, meaning from the get-go Sit back relax and let yourself go Don't sweat what you heard, but act like you know (Charlie Brown) Yes yes y'all (yes y'all!) Who got the vibe? It's the Tribe y'all (Tribe y'all!) Real live y'all (live y'all!) Inside outside come around... (who's that??) Browwwwwwwwn Some may, I say, call me Charlie The word is the herb and I'm deep like Bob Marley Layback on the payback, (evolve rotate the gates?) CONTACT! Can I get a hit? (HIT!) Boom bip with a brother named Tip and we're ready to flip East coast stompin, rippin and rompin New York, North Cak-a-laka, and Compton Checka-checka-check it out! The loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce And wow how now wow how now Brown cow We're ill till the skill gets down For the flex, next, it's the textbook old to the new but the rest are doo-doo From radio, to the video, to Arsenio Tell me! Yo, what's the scenario (Dinco D) (True blue!) Scooby Doo, whoopie doo Scenario's ready yo, always rates more than four Scores for the snores that's lovin dance floors Now I go for mine, (shades of G sure?) Ship-shape plus Grape Apes to play tapes Papes make grapes great for the waist I'm an L-AH, an E-ADER, simply just a leader Bass in his face means peace see ya later Later? (LATER!) Later alligator Pop blows the weasel and my Earth the inflater So yo the D what the O, incorporated I-N-C into a flow Funk flipped flat back first this foul fight fight fight Laugh yo how's that sound (ohhhhhh!) (Q-Tip) It's the leader Quest mission and we got the goods here (here!) Never on the left cause my right's my good ear (ear!) I could give a damn about a ill subliminal Stay away from crime cause so ain't no CRIMINAL I love my young nation, groovy sensation No time for hibernation, only elation Don't ever try to test, yo whattup little kid? Yo Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell him what I did (Busta Rhymes) I heard you rushed and rushed, AND ATTACKED Then baby puked then you had TO SMACK Causin rambunction, throughout the sphere Raise the levels of the boom, inside the ear (Q-Tip) You know I did it So don't violate or you get violated The hip-hop sound is well agitated Won't ever waste no time on the played out ego So here's Busta Rhymes with the scenario (Busta Rhymes) Watch, as I combine all the juice from the mind Heel up, reel up, bring it back, come rewind Powerful impact BOOM! from the cannon Not braggin, try to read my mind just imagine Vo-cab-u-lary's necessary When diggin into my library Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Eating ayea toadstool like the one Peter Tosh-a Uh, uh uhh, alone with the track man Uh, pardon me, uhh, as I come back As I did it yo I heard you beg your pardon When I travel to the Sun I roll with the squadron RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW like a dungeon dragon Change your little drawers cause your pants are saggin Try to step to this, I will, fits you in a turban And had you smellin right, like some old stale urine Checkady-choco, the chocolate chicken The rear cock diesel, for chicks they were kickin Yo, bustin out before the Busta bust a nut the rhyme the rhythm is in sync (UHH!) the rhymes are on time (TIME!) Rippin up this dance just like a radio Observe the vibe and check out the scenario!! *chorus starts* Yeah, my man motherfucker! Chorus |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - Beats Rhymes And Life (2001)
Phife:
The mad man malik makes mcs run for milk of magnesia Maybe that'll ease ya Master of this microphone mackin, master as in great I'll have your brain goin in circles as my style tends to ovulate I'm makin moves, never movies, that's why y'all mcs lose me Retrace, won't, so your stubborn like groupies Kid, you know my flava, tear this whole jam apart Fuck around and have your heart, like jordan had starks While you playin hokey pokey, there's no time to be dokey Cuz i come out to play every night like charles oakley Dissin around with wack rhymin You lose your grip from chalk climbin Let me take this time to say r.i.p. to phyllis hyman Who never got the props that she damn well deserved But see me, you don't wanna see me, cuz all mcs are gettin served The nerve, for you to even step to the phifer I'll bumrush your set and crush your whole cypher Reserve, a spot for me in hip hop's hall of fame Cuz rappin ain't no game, big up your head and maintain Yeah, queens forever in this piece crushin any beef Ain't nuthin sweet, the bakery's across the fuckin street Phife dawg, swingin it back and forth just like aaliyah Makin moves on your heart like that trick tamia No doubt about it, i love hip hop to death But yo tip, bring in the chorus cuz i'm losin my breath Consequence: A, yo, you know the deal when the diggy dawg is on the scene We got the fiend bumpin straight from the borough queens You know the deal when the diggy dawg is on the scene We got the fiend bumpin straight from the borough queens You know the deal when the diggy dawg is on the scene You know the deal, ha, you know the deal Phife: Big up pop duke, that's where i caught my athleticism My mama, no doubt, that's where i got my lyricism My nana, that's where i got my spiritualism As for tip and shah, they made me stop from smokin izm Now, when i'm with some cheese, i be lettin off gism Writin rhymes since daddy kane and biz mark was on prism I gotta brave heart like the one named shirley chisholm As for my late twin, boy, i wish i was with him Got the lightro in the back talkin bout (come on, get him) And when it comes to rhymes, no doubt, i flip em Sucka mc in my path, hey main, i say we ship him Money please, your rhymes are wack, say word, this geek is trippin Just because my name is phife, my man, i'm never slippin I got the type of flave to have your ass straight bitchin For those who act cute, see i got them on mute Have you walkin through your projects in your birthday suit Cuz your style is off loot, so i played him like a flute If youse a sucka mc, then it's you i rebuke My style is, everday all day, similar to water Crushin mcs as if my name was sargent slaughter Keep shit hotter...than a sauna Or better yet, the hormones on your christian daughter Hey, i tried to warn her My sounds the type to kill, like the grill on lauryn hill So all ya sucka mcs, y'all best go chill Bout to go to union square so i can see my care bear Singin good stuff in my ear, runnin fingers through my hair Represent the zulu nation with illy rap creations Just keep shit hotter than death row-bad boy confrontations Chillin with fudge love because he represents the haitians Ya naw'mean Word up I just wanna big up everybody for supportin a tribe called quest Through the years This be the fourth lp, you know what i'm sayin? Tip, shaheed and phife, beats, rhymes and life Featuring my man, you know what i'm sayin, consequence 192 is the area where we represent, for the ladies and gents, ha ha You know what i'm sayin? big up shaheed muhammad, that's my man Christine, you know what i'm sayin, word life (fading out) The abstract poetic, rockin this track Bouncin it all over the place, in your face You know what i'm sayin? my man lightro... |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - Beats Rhymes And Life (2001)
Just a lil somethin-somethin about the cats who be fronting You know the Tip, he be huntin for all the goodness gracious All across the wide spaces yo, check it out, bust me down, yo Yo... yo... Verse One: Q-Tip Youse my peoples, why it got to come down to this shit Two people thinking as one so now he split Remember what I said to you, you bleed, I bleed C'mon, you know how we get down, if you're down, you need And I'm supplying, the dynamic duo, electricfying Everybody had to wet us, cuz no one will forget us Son, I testify sure as God was my guide Any petty little bullshit you did will slide Same on my end, after all, what are we, friends If niggaz ran me this, too much grounds we defend In the honor or brotherhood cuz it's all good Get on some grown man shit and let's knock on wood But now seeing you baby in this stall out position Wondering who's the dime piece that you're kissing You night as well take the jigger and take my life Cuz the dime piece you happen to be kissing is my wife Shit, I should have know not to let these crab asses Get within the circle of my girl and make passes Now you disrespected me and everything I stand for (But I'm saying though, son) Shhh, say no more Allah forgive me, my thoughts is traveling to low desires Should I turn the other cheek or react and perspire Don't wanna see myself in penitentiary attire But I caught him in the act and my emotion is dire |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - Beats Rhymes And Life (2001)
intro(fading in): Drifting, drifting, drifting, drifting, drifting,
drifting, drifting, drifting, drifting by, totally. Drifting by(just)totally. Drifting by(just)totally Q-Tip: The deadly venom, let me start from the beginning We always hittin, so yo, there'll be no extra innings As I send the mic out the park like Reggie Jackson You be the minor leaguer who sees no action The coming attraction(what!) The main feature And I'ma greet ya, like a rhymin ass creature Lurking all up in the dark, unknown parts The brotha well prepared is the brotha who will start And that's me Akki, as long as the ladies move they bodies We'll have a four-on-two stand Cuz that happens to be the nature of man Sexuality, it is the format baby Ain't no ifs, no buts, no ands, or maybes But I praise Lord in the worlds that's unseen Respect me for that and let me do my thing(just) I said, respect me for that and let me do my thing Chorus: (Drifting by)You know we gotta get a hold (totally) Over the illest drum rolls (totally drifting by just...) Yo, how you doin? Let me give you an intro My name's the Abstract, now let me give you some info Got the diamond in the back, and the sunroof shit That makes the hardcore MCs resort to being bitch And I don't give a shit about being wild rich Just make me comfortable and I'll deal with it Your lust for the riches make a nigga feel sick Down to his zealots, upchuck and then spit Denouncin my beliefs, well then your wig get split Lay your ego on the ground so that you'll benefit You can take these words and relay it to your click Take some time for your mind and get off them head trips The Tribe is the crew that makes your mics get lit Like the Fourth of July on some firework shit My record company be on some true jerk shit But that's i-ight. Now, I'm on some true work shit And I'ma make it happen for my whole outfit Chorus: (Drifting by)You know we got to get control (totally)Over the illest drum rolls (totally drifting by just...)Third verse A-yo, we just gettin started Got to redirect this vision Got the beauty of a flower Plus dimensions like a prism Your minds are locked down like prison Y'all really need to go lay down Cuz positivity has risen We hittin Yo bust how we too strong to be broken Occasional malfunction pressure time We ain't jokin For security we on this run like Logan Kamaal's doin the hustle And you backstage voguin We all got flaws Don't ever try to think that you perfect We all are human beings There's bullshit at the surface Sometimes, I mean we rhyme Damn, we ain't prophets And if you think so, you need to stop it So jump back inside your shell Let your million dollar thoughts propel But next man don't get jel Playa hate that all carries weight That we don't need We slim with disabilities and Thick with possibilities Cuz then you can't move with fertility Navigatin with good visibility We put these tunes out in record shop facilities Let's strive to get this constant money activity We try to stay on the scene like Fidel So if you get enraged with these names it still rebels There ain't no plan B's Yo watch, we movin through with plan A Money market doin things the right way Chorus: (Totally)You know we got to get control (Drifting by, just)Over the illest drum roll (Totally drifting by just...)(x3) (Totally just(x2), Drifting by(x2) in background) Yo bust it out section, section. Section Linden Boulevard Section on Merrick Section the whole Jamaica Section on Flushing Section in Bed-Stiduy |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - Beats Rhymes And Life (2001)
Whatever happened to - twin sets
Whatever happened to - hi-fi Whatever happened to - TV sex Whatever happened to - you and I Your passion is a product (Of) highlight and detail That come hither look Bonus offer retail Whatever happened to - pick-up trucks Whatever happened to - yellow pages Whatever happened to - burning books Whatever happened to - new ages Your emotions are cheap Cut price cash and carry Your heart on your sleeve For any Tom, Dick or Harry Your love is a cashed-in cheque Oh oh that's the way of all flesh Whatever happened to - Chairman Mao Whatever happened to - God above Whatever happened to - the cow Whatever happened to - plug-in love Your pasteurised life so fit for consumption Ooooo those undressing eyes so strictly commercial Your love is a cashed-in cheque Oh oh that's the way of all flesh All flesh All flesh |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - Beats Rhymes And Life (2001)
Your new lesson is to realize the mission when you hear it MCin, see I got this in my spirit I got verses like Mahalia singin church hymns So strap up because you skatin on ice that's wild thin A weak foundation doesn't make a good home That's why mine is built on chrome microphones We bout to do it theoretically, insteadibly, to the medley Come on It's the complete Kamal, unique, Fareed, breed That'll keep you broke down like a horse 5 speed So move buddy, a yo we got to get this money In this land of dead and crummy, ain't a damn thing funny A yo, shout out to Mobb Deep, the Extra P Busta Rhymes, De La, the J Beez, so don't sleep We got reality for the carriage Stayin sincere to this, so I know we gonna manage Give me, liberty in mass amounts and Swiss bank accounts With the sustainer, it'll be real So me and my brothas, we can sit down and build Like Rampage with that last boy scout appeal We got that silk, satin, Manhattan intelligence feel That keeps everything on even keels So all you slow brothas talkin yang, ya poo tang Now, we gonna show you how the real crew bang Consequence: A yo, I bring it to you live kid, Queens niggaz love static Your rap's had it, braggin more numbers than mathematics I get brains on progmatic from leavin wet dreams shattered That's the same copy gettin in your mug shot I stays hot like summertime on LBQ and boo boo The love shack is 192, my joint's smooth To watch them niggaz fall like Linque I keeps it brand new like school shoppin It's on and poppin The club peeps this nigga's steez like rayon You get laid off while I'll be gamin ghetto girl like 8-Off The verdict's in, I be the look of blendin Give up your goods cuz it's the start of your endin Q-Tip: (Where ya at?) We seein life for what it is (Where ya at?) We get this money for these kids (Where ya at?) We bout to build the foundation (Where ya at?) Phife: Now, all that glock totin' trash you talk will not prevail It's stale, you'll either be dead or in jail I keeps it realer than the local one mill Denouncin tough guy wannabes that look smoother than silk That's the sound of the man gettin yanked off the stage Tryin to front like he mad paid Suckin so bad, we threw his mama off the train (insane) MCs are just givin it all away (OK) Who said him know about the Quest type sound? Mess around and get your ass knocked down (clown) I dedicate this to the posers that play hard You wanna hear some rhymes, well come bring your bodyguard So he can peep the worldwide Willie that we display Leavin all MCs in complete disarray I beez a veteran MC, crushin crews for years You frontin hard, when you softer than the Berenstain Bears Yeah, chumps be like "Phife, that ain't fair" Fuck outta here, do I look like I care Come off my stage, before I grab ya neck and handle ya Wet ya like punani, then dry you like Canada Shaheed Muhammad's on the Gemini mixer Peace to Derrick Coleman, Mad Max and the Sixers I'm cappin hard cuz I got this rap shit sold )From Linden Boulevard down to Cascade Road You know my steez, I treat hip hop like a sport Holdin down fort up on Martinique Court like... Q-Tip: (Where ya at?) We seein life for what it is (Where ya at?) We get this money for these kids (Where ya at?) We bout to build the foundation (Where ya at?) We gonna start the Zulu Nation (Where ya at?) Come on, come on (Where ya at?) We gonna put it all together (Where ya at?) No matter what the hell the weather (Where ya at?) Uh, uh, mind power (5X) Uh, uh, kickin willie is good, all throughout your whole hood But we gotta start with the spirit first y'all Mind power |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - Beats Rhymes And Life (2001)
chorus: We be the number one motivators Ghetto mentality and the innovators Some of y'all may really hate us But we won't be soft, all we wanna do is rock Phife: We be the crew that presents it on wicked instrumental Damagin your mental, from here to Sacramento This here groove was made for vintage freestylin Feelin like I'm chillin on a Caribbean island Rugged, raw material is what we bring forth A Tribe Called Quest, we representin up North What's that you're sayin in the back, actin all silly Kickin freestyle raps, rollin up phillies Q-Tip: It's the four man fiasco in charge like Roscoe Now you get the picture like Picasso We make it happen when these niggaz start rappin Who this, captain? Stick out your hand, you gets no dap and.. I got the Razor, got the Phife, I got the Shaheed Now all you shorties move your ass while you puff weed Blessin fans with autographs in my paths While other rappers get gassed, they be defeating the task Consequence: Yo, if I ruled the world It wouldn't be that gassed shit, niggaz will make the light swirl Cuz after you G, ain't nuthin but Girl...Scouts And I'mma show you what it's all about(ah yeah) Is what you say when my love is in your mouth Without a doubt, I cut MCs like the cord Cuz I does more than that MC from The Lords While you be froggin like Bud-wei-ser And rappin is what you slackin in I'm knockin MCs outta action like abstinance Rockin since kiss my dick was kickin ass Peachfuzz, cuz...you might be on drugs chorus: Q-Tip: To all my people across the state who sit back and contemplate Motivate, I motivate To all my people across the land who get their feet stuck in sand Motivate, I motivate y'all Consequence: A yo, I speak with something new but not Granddaddy I.U. Stay tuned, live from the L-B-Q A yo, it's destined St. John, I swing on your block You know how I get down like Heather B. with them glocks I came to lead my team to victory like Hayden Fox Cuz heads ain't ready for the willie I got Ya naw'mean slim, I dug my thing like them grim Leavin crews in state of black and blue like Rakim And if you don't know, you better ask another It's like 192 when we rollin deep cover So don't shut down on the Razor Cuz in the 9-Live we steppin through hotter than the Trail Blazers And in Queens, I be a legend like Richard Dean Son, I gotta team that Hakeem couldn't dream While you be standin sellin, Queens keep it live Who the hell you tellin (Kim from the Tribe) Phife: Let me tell you why I be the top dog in the industry Because all these so-called mutts are not seein me They too busy eatin cycles 1, 2 and 3 They can't MC, I'd rather be down with fuckin Droopy D My style is deadly, word bond, act like you fuckin know Been writin rhymes ever since Ray Parker sang with Radio You're style is played out like a two-tone down goose You couldn't Converse if you had fuckin react juice So hold your corner as I fuckin bless this mic in here I'm eatin through your crew like Stephen King's ankle layers Chop off my feet, word to God, I'm gonna hurt you (Will y'all fall off?) Will Laura fuck Urkel? Never, here comes the funk, smell the aroma Kid, my shit's the bomb, ask my peeps from Oklahoma Q-Tip: To all my people across the state who sit back and contemplate Motivate, I motivate, I motivate y'all To all my people across the land who get stuck in great sand Motivate, I motivate y'all To all my peoples everywhere throw your mitts in the air Motivate, motivate, motivate, motivate Can't do nuthin for your frontin, get involved and do somethin Motivate, motivate, I motivate, I motivate, I moti... |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - Beats Rhymes And Life (2001)
Intro: Kamaal (Q-Tip)
Phony rappers who do not write Phony rappers who do not excite Phony rappers, check it out, aight Verse One: Kamaal (Q-Tip) Yo, I was riding the train And this Puerto Rican kid said simple and plain Let's battle It kinda took me by surprised Cuz the brother was moving wit his eyes on the prize I said screw it, I ain't got nuttin to lose but um But I got to do this shit real quick so um Hurry up kid, bust your joints and then I'll bust mine And I be out cuz I got to see this hottie, he said ok Now check it, check it out, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, that's what he said Then I came back and just fucked up his head Cuz yo, he thought an MC who was seen on TV Couldn't hold the shit down in New York City Aiyyo, I showed his ass, then I went off on my task To bless her ass Uptown, real MC's will hold it down Yea, yea, sonny, to the beat like that You wanna bring it to me, where you at Verse Two: Phife Dawg Yes, dread, I had a similiar situation When this kid tried to tell me I didn't deserve my occupation He said I wasn't shit that I was soon to fall I looked him up and down, grab my crotch and said balls Of course he tried to bring it on the battling tip Ay, you know me, you know I had to come out my shit Trying to lounge at the mall, meet Skef and Mr Walton Finally I banged his ass wit the verbal assault He said a rhyme about his .45 and his nickelbags of weed That's when I preceeded to give him what he needed Talking 'bout I need a Phillie right before I get loose Poor excuse, money please, i get loose off of orange juice Preferly Minute Maid cuz that's exactly what it takes To write a rhyme, huh, to school your nickels and your dimes Because an MC like me be on TV Don't mean I can't hold my shit down in NYC Phony rappers who do not write Phony rappers who do not excite Phony rappers, you know they type Phony rappers, check it Verse Three: Phife, Consequence It seems there's a sanitation, y'all full of thrash talker Sounding good but money can you feed the dog hawker Talking 'bout your mic days and your breakdancing Not enhancing, you sound tired Oh, shit, I didn't know you like to play yourself in front'cha friends Sitting there, lying to no end MC's for me make things happening Talk about a world but in a form of rapping Who will be the captain of this ship If it goes down, don't you know you have to go wit it Just because you rhyme for a couple of weeks Doesn't mean that you've reach the MC's peak Let me stop sounding all bitter Ghetto child, never be a quitter But don't be a phony in the litter Take it as a letter from the better Take it from a man who used to rhyme in busted ass jetta's C: Yo, Phife, you need a condom P: Word to God, mess around I catch Aids from Mc's being on my nuts too hard C: Cuz on my blvd you better bring your bodyguard P: And what's your blvd C: LP, I represent naturally P: So don't step on the rolly if you know that you're phony Or else I bend that ass like elbow macaroni Cuz I gotta keep it real (gotta keep it real) A Tribe Called Quest, you see we never half step C: (So on your mark) get ready, MC's be jetti Me and Phifey be on ya like Veronica and Betty Archie, Jughead, snuffing Mc's From Brainslane down to Hempstead P: Yes 'Quence, see over His rhyme style is older that a Chrysler car Nova I'm wilder then the cats from Arizona Villanova, un, un, Kentucky Whos' the next MC stepping up to try and bust me Bring him here and boy, will I ever let him have it C: And when it comes to the microphone, don't even try to grab it What? |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - Beats Rhymes And Life (2001)
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... |
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(q-tip)
Yea, move your body, decide to party 'bout to bring it to you kid like we never ever did My nigga al g in it, my nigga shaheed in it We got the girl kristine in it, got my man big g in it Hey, yo, inside the ghetto or in a sunny meadow I'ma make you move whether woman or fellow Yo, i got the medals in the warfield of respect Like an ill porno make ya body get wet Just a ghetto child trying to live a straight and narrow Hoping that my shit will pierce your dome like an arrow I'm sure it will, especially if it's god's will Mc's you ready to die cuz i'ma kill All you negative feelings standing on two feet While i make the hotties move to the hip-hop beat You know what's really killer, realer than you can imagine Using every source of pain in my range to make it happen If i make it happen, that means i'm making motion And i'm doing my thing causing an ill commotion Everybody do the hop, niggaz soothe like lotion I lay up in the piece or an incognotion You gotta do the hop then move to the beat, you don't stop Now everybody here, you do the hop You going up to cop, a town full of brick, don't stop You gotta come back and do the hop Yo, fuk the cop, you gotta come back and do the hop Move till your body won't stop You gotta do the hop, nonstop motion, nonstop You gotta come back and do the, do the (phife) You see you, your career is done like johnny carson's Get me vexed, i do like left eye, i'll start an arson Now that i got that out my system Watch me stab up the track as if my name was oj simpson I packs it in like van halen I work for mine, you, you're freeloading like kato kaelin I'm representing wit my crew Mess around, bite my rhymes, i beat that ass wit my shoes C'mon, you know i'm crazy nice (nice, nice) Brothers can't deal wit this shorty named phife You must be mad in the head I bust his ass and leave 'em bloodclot for dead Niggaz sound like das efx If it ain't das efx, then they sounding like meth You might as well do megadeth Yo, punk mc's better save your freaking breath You'se a corny muthafuka You must be high smoking dust wit chris tucker You asses don't want this I pull more beeps than the beep at the premier of pocohantas Word is born, i am the baddest And all you honies out there, word is born, you know my status So come and pull your panties down This ain't no barnum and bailey show, i don't get down wit the clowns So why don't you and your friends, get wit me and my friends But don't bring your ass buying you ain't got no ends Word is born, it don't stop(stop,stop,stop...) Just ease your mind, come along and do the hop (q-tip) You gotta do the hop, you move to the beat, you don't stop Come on everybody, do the hop Even if you a cop, you gotta come back and do the hop You move to the beat, you don't stop You smoking jub rocks, you gotta just stop and do the hop Then you come back and do the hop You know we don't stop, we on the ghetto, rise on the top You know we come back and do the hop Shorties in the place, all the shorty rocks, do the hop You gotta come back and do the hop We never go on pop, you know we come back, we do the hop This is how it is, we do the hop |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - Beats Rhymes And Life (2001)
Chorus:
We got the bump-da-bump-da-bump bump(6x) We got the bump-da-bump-da-bump bump-da-bump-da-bump Bump-da-bump-da-bump Q-tip: Yo, we preparin ourselves for this ultimate war The mcs are really lost and it's at a big cost We be rhymin at our show thinkin we gettin dough Movin throught every town off the fumes of... And accolades of the crowd with our chests out proud Yo, we bout to pack these joints so that these...sound loud Some kids be actin stank like a baby pant It's the rapper abstract that make the joint get amped Yo, use your body maker and use your minds, to break true Yo, we gotta do the do Son, we livin in a time where mad folks talk (shit) Representin they crews or they east-west clicks Let me tell everybody from coast to coast About the lands we boast, but we don't own jack How the (fuck) we movin through makin moves like that? How the (hell) we movin through makin moves like that? Can you explain that? i doubt that, very highly We got jewels and mo and the life is tight rowdy Everybody lookin (shitty) like a to' down committee Let's make these institutions, body slam for the smitties I got girls with plenty tails, smarts and big (titties) And they all stressin me, yo, really? What really goes on? (james brown: i don't know) Chorus: Q-tip: One is for the beat and the two is for the rhyme Three is for the life, now we on this incline Never catch this kid stickin forks in swine Never ran my gibs in nuthin less than a dime A few of my brothas did that asshole one time Strivin miss sunrise, sometimes is known as crime The three twenty-five got that windex shine And when i shot skelly, i had my boxes in lines All i wanna do is live life and be fair I used to stress girls with long legs and long hair Now, i want a woman with a spiritual flair God will never make it too hard for me to bare I'm hungry like a derelict whose stays in the diluse Some can count me out, but yo, i doubt that i lose The westernized world got our minds confused You frontin on me, ak, then you don't get bruised The funny style cats, they be playin games like chucky Government officials shoot their same old... Made of devil agents a.k.a. the devil flunky Stiff (ass) squares gettin mad cuz we funky This the crap game, then we got the top rolls The positive jumps the negative like frogs Resentin evil vibes, yo, that (shit) is at the morgue We celebrate laughin down in at the smorgas borg You still lookin (shitty) like a to' down committee Let's make this institution, buy the land for the smitties I got girls with tails, plenty smarts and big (titties) And they all stressin me...really Chorus: |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - Beats Rhymes And Life (2001)
Q-tip:
One, two, what'cha wanna do Three, four, cuz we're gonna give you more Five, six, and we ain't the tricks Seven, eight, and we got it straight Nine, ten, cuz we make it blend Eleven, twelve, never ever goin for self Tribe called quest situation Check it out Q-tip: Power. people really get caught with this on different levels Power controls your life Money. the companion of the first. some people tend to worship And we know this ain't right. Phife: Attitude(attitude) is how i get my point across. You can't call yourself an mc if you know that you're soft. Agressive...is how the stage is approached. i burn mcs like toast Cuz i'm the host with the most. Consequence: Illin(illin) is what you do when you're assin. Whether it be you or all up in your past and... Cashin...done turned your people corrupt It's six o'clock, girl, you gotta get your weight up Q-tip: Sex(sex). either a man or a woman. This agenda, but when lovers get down Froggin. when niggaz try to play roles But when they really need to put that shit background Phife: Miserable(miserable) is what your whole crew will be If you're not original and you show no strategy Heavenly...is how the track tends to flow And if you don't know, tell em diggy said so Q-tip: We livin this cuz it's deep in our bones A tribe called quest with this hip hop jones So sit and analyze the lyrical spray Cuz all it really is is word play(word play)(word) Consequence: Willie. that's what i kick to get this millie on a lilly Now, i'm packin dimes like chilli Stress(stress). that's what i always go through Cuz it's survival of the fittest on the 192 Q-tip: Knowledge. when the mind accept facts On this plane of livin, knowledge be the key, black Understanding. gettin a grip on what's revealed When shit be real, can't give understanding back Phife: Analyze. that's what i do to mcs That be talkin bout they this and that, money please Ego. i'm on my own jock skill Cuz if i don't say i'm the best, tell me who the hell will Consequence: Cheeba smoke y'all. that's what i use to get high When i'm in a rut and i don't know why Try. yo try again my friend Cuz you can't see this mc representin linden Q-tip: Freestyle(freestyle). a true mc trait And when you do it ill, niggaz respect it as great Yo, i gotta...(laughing) Phife: We livin this cuz it's deep in our bones A tribe called quest with the hip hop jones So sit and analyze the lyrical spray Cuz all it really is is word play(word play) |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Low End Theory (2001)
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 |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Low End Theory (2001)
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 |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Low End Theory (2001)
Verse One: Phife Dawg
1988 Senior Year, Garvey High Where all the guys were corny but the girls were mad fly Loungin with the Tipster, Coolin with Sha Scopin out the honeys - they know who they are I was the b-ball playin fly rhyme sayin Fly girl gettin but never was I sweatin Cause when it came to honeys I would go on a stroll Until I met my match - her name was Flo Yeah - I messed around with the one called Flo All the troopers round the way used to call her a ho But deep down in my heart I knew that Flo was good to go Cause I thought it was me - like Bell Biv Devoe But little did I know that she was playin' with my mind The only thing I learned is, good girls are hard to find I feel like Heavy D I need somebody for me Not someone who's mind is blank and tryin' to juice me for my bank Swingin' with my main man Lucky behind my back What type of crap is that - yo, hows about a smack? Word life, I can't front - thought I was all that But now it seems, I met my match Was a stone cold lover, you couldn't tell me jack Settlin' down with one girl, wasn't tryin' to hear that I had Tonya, Tamika, Sharon, Karen Tina, Stacy, Julie, Tracy Used ta love 'em, leave 'em, skeeze 'em, tease 'em Find 'em, lose 'em - also abuse 'em My whole attitude was new day, next hon And believe it or not, they all got done Well here comes Flo, with the crazy whip appeal And I'm all true man, like Alexander O'Neal Is this really love, then again, how would I know After all this time tryin' to be a superhoe She finally played me, but yo, I'd find another Cause I got the crazy game and yo, I'm smooth like butter Chorus: Q-Tip Butter, like butter baby . . . [repeat 2X] Not no Parkay, not no margarine, Strickly butter baby, strictly butter Verse Two: Phife Dawg I remember when, Girls were goodie two shoes, but now they turned to freaks Allofasudden "We love you Phife" - ease of ho, my name's Malik Phife this, Phife that, where you goin', where you at These girls don't know me from jack, yet I feel like the Mack You didn't want me then, so hon, don't want me now Here, Here - take the towel, wipe off your brow And take the Ccontact out your eye, you're far from lookin' fly You get an E for effort, and T for nice try Now tell me what's the reason, for dyin' your hair Slum village gold still danglin in your ear You barely have a neck but still sportin' a rope Four-finger ring just so Phifer can scope You looked in the mirror, didn't know what to do Yesterday your eyes were brown but today they are blue Your whole appearance is a lie and it could never be true And if you really loved yourself then you would try and be you If your hair and eyes were real, I wouldn't have dissed ya But since it was bought, I had to dismiss ya If you can't achieve it, then why not try and weave it If you can't extend it then you might as well suspend it If you can't braid it, best thing to do is fade it I asked who did your hair and you tell me "Diane made it" If you were you and just you, talk to you, maybe But I can't stand, no bionic lady Tryin' hard to look fly, but yo, you're lookin' dumber If I wanted someone like you I woulda swung with Jamie Summers You wanna be treated right, see Father MC Or check Ralph Tresvant, for sens-a-tiv-i-ty See I am not the one, I got more game than Parker Brothers Phife Dog is on the mic and I'm smooth like Butter . . . |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Low End Theory (2001)
Verse One: Phife Dawg
1988 Senior Year, Garvey High Where all the guys were corny but the girls were mad fly Loungin with the Tipster, Coolin with Sha Scopin out the honeys - they know who they are I was the b-ball playin fly rhyme sayin Fly girl gettin but never was I sweatin Cause when it came to honeys I would go on a stroll Until I met my match - her name was Flo Yeah - I messed around with the one called Flo All the troopers round the way used to call her a ho But deep down in my heart I knew that Flo was good to go Cause I thought it was me - like Bell Biv Devoe But little did I know that she was playin' with my mind The only thing I learned is, good girls are hard to find I feel like Heavy D I need somebody for me Not someone who's mind is blank and tryin' to juice me for my bank Swingin' with my main man Lucky behind my back What type of crap is that - yo, hows about a smack? Word life, I can't front - thought I was all that But now it seems, I met my match Was a stone cold lover, you couldn't tell me jack Settlin' down with one girl, wasn't tryin' to hear that I had Tonya, Tamika, Sharon, Karen Tina, Stacy, Julie, Tracy Used ta love 'em, leave 'em, skeeze 'em, tease 'em Find 'em, lose 'em - also abuse 'em My whole attitude was new day, next hon And believe it or not, they all got done Well here comes Flo, with the crazy whip appeal And I'm all true man, like Alexander O'Neal Is this really love, then again, how would I know After all this time tryin' to be a superhoe She finally played me, but yo, I'd find another Cause I got the crazy game and yo, I'm smooth like butter Chorus: Q-Tip Butter, like butter baby . . . [repeat 2X] Not no Parkay, not no margarine, Strickly butter baby, strictly butter Verse Two: Phife Dawg I remember when, Girls were goodie two shoes, but now they turned to freaks Allofasudden "We love you Phife" - ease of ho, my name's Malik Phife this, Phife that, where you goin', where you at These girls don't know me from jack, yet I feel like the Mack You didn't want me then, so hon, don't want me now Here, Here - take the towel, wipe off your brow And take the Ccontact out your eye, you're far from lookin' fly You get an E for effort, and T for nice try Now tell me what's the reason, for dyin' your hair Slum village gold still danglin in your ear You barely have a neck but still sportin' a rope Four-finger ring just so Phifer can scope You looked in the mirror, didn't know what to do Yesterday your eyes were brown but today they are blue Your whole appearance is a lie and it could never be true And if you really loved yourself then you would try and be you If your hair and eyes were real, I wouldn't have dissed ya But since it was bought, I had to dismiss ya If you can't achieve it, then why not try and weave it If you can't extend it then you might as well suspend it If you can't braid it, best thing to do is fade it I asked who did your hair and you tell me "Diane made it" If you were you and just you, talk to you, maybe But I can't stand, no bionic lady Tryin' hard to look fly, but yo, you're lookin' dumber If I wanted someone like you I woulda swung with Jamie Summers You wanna be treated right, see Father MC Or check Ralph Tresvant, for sens-a-tiv-i-ty See I am not the one, I got more game than Parker Brothers Phife Dog is on the mic and I'm smooth like Butter . . . |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Low End Theory (2001)
[Q-Tip]
Back in the days when I was a teenager Before I had status and before I had a pager You could find the Abstract listening to hip hop My pops used to say, it reminded him of be-bop I said, well daddy don't you know that things go in cycles The way that Bobby Brown is just ampin like Michael Its all expected, things are for the looking If you got the money, Quest is for the booking Come on everybody, let's get with the fly modes Still got room on the truck, load the back boom Listen to the rhymes, to get a mental picture Of this black man, black woman venture Why do I say that, cuz I gotta speak the truth man Doing what we feel for the music is the proof and Planted on the ground, the act is so together Bonafied strong, you need leverage to sever The unit, yes, the unit, yes, the unit called the jazz is We deliver it each year on the street for the beat cuz You can find it on the rack in your record store(store) If you get the record, then your thoughts are adored and appreciated Cuz we're ever so glad we made it We work hard, so we gotta thank God Dishin out the plastic, do the dance till you spastic If you dis...it gets drastic Listen to the rhymes, cuz its time to make gravy If it moves your booty, then shake, shake it baby All the way to Africa a.k.a. The Motherland (uh) Stick out the left, then I'll ask for the other hand That's the right hand, Black Man (man) Only if you was noted as my man (man) If I get the credit, then I'll think I deserve it If you fake moves, don't fix your mouth to word it Get in the zone of positivity, not negativity Cuz we gotta strive for longevity If you botch up, what's in that (ass) (what?) A pair of Nikes, size ten-and-a-half (come on, come on) Chorus: We gotta make moves Never, ever, ever could we fake moves (come on, come on) (4X) You gotta be a winner all the time Can't fall prey to a hip hop crime With the dope raps and dope tracks for you for blocks From the fly girlies to the hardest of the rocks Musically the Quest, is on the rise We on these Excursions so you must realize Hip hop continually, about the Zulu If you don't like it, get off the Zulu tip So what could you do in the times which exist You can't fake moves on your brother or your sis But if your sis is a (bitch), brother is a jerk Leave 'em both alone and continue with your work Whatever it may be into this society Everything is fair, at least that how it seems to me You must be honest and true to the next Don't be phony and expect one not to flex Especially if you rhyme, you have to live by the pen Your man is your man, then treat him like your friend All it is, is the code of the streets So listen to the knowledge being dropped over beats Beats that are hard, beats that are funky It could get you hooked like a crackhead junkie What you gotta do to is know that the Tribe's in this sphere The Abstract Poet, prominent like Shakespeare Chorus (repeat until end) Edgar Allan Poe, it don't stop (uh!) |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Low End Theory (2001)
[Q-Tip]
Back in the days when I was a teenager Before I had status and before I had a pager You could find the Abstract listening to hip hop My pops used to say, it reminded him of be-bop I said, well daddy don't you know that things go in cycles The way that Bobby Brown is just ampin like Michael Its all expected, things are for the looking If you got the money, Quest is for the booking Come on everybody, let's get with the fly modes Still got room on the truck, load the back boom Listen to the rhymes, to get a mental picture Of this black man, black woman venture Why do I say that, cuz I gotta speak the truth man Doing what we feel for the music is the proof and Planted on the ground, the act is so together Bonafied strong, you need leverage to sever The unit, yes, the unit, yes, the unit called the jazz is We deliver it each year on the street for the beat cuz You can find it on the rack in your record store(store) If you get the record, then your thoughts are adored and appreciated Cuz we're ever so glad we made it We work hard, so we gotta thank God Dishin out the plastic, do the dance till you spastic If you dis...it gets drastic Listen to the rhymes, cuz its time to make gravy If it moves your booty, then shake, shake it baby All the way to Africa a.k.a. The Motherland (uh) Stick out the left, then I'll ask for the other hand That's the right hand, Black Man (man) Only if you was noted as my man (man) If I get the credit, then I'll think I deserve it If you fake moves, don't fix your mouth to word it Get in the zone of positivity, not negativity Cuz we gotta strive for longevity If you botch up, what's in that (ass) (what?) A pair of Nikes, size ten-and-a-half (come on, come on) Chorus: We gotta make moves Never, ever, ever could we fake moves (come on, come on) (4X) You gotta be a winner all the time Can't fall prey to a hip hop crime With the dope raps and dope tracks for you for blocks From the fly girlies to the hardest of the rocks Musically the Quest, is on the rise We on these Excursions so you must realize Hip hop continually, about the Zulu If you don't like it, get off the Zulu tip So what could you do in the times which exist You can't fake moves on your brother or your sis But if your sis is a (bitch), brother is a jerk Leave 'em both alone and continue with your work Whatever it may be into this society Everything is fair, at least that how it seems to me You must be honest and true to the next Don't be phony and expect one not to flex Especially if you rhyme, you have to live by the pen Your man is your man, then treat him like your friend All it is, is the code of the streets So listen to the knowledge being dropped over beats Beats that are hard, beats that are funky It could get you hooked like a crackhead junkie What you gotta do to is know that the Tribe's in this sphere The Abstract Poet, prominent like Shakespeare Chorus (repeat until end) Edgar Allan Poe, it don't stop (uh!) |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Low End Theory (2001)
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 st |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Low End Theory (2001)
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 st |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Low End Theory (2001)
To the effect of nothing, effective fronting Is what i don't allow so let me tell you something I am a bon-a-fide Not too modest and not a lot of pride Soon to have a ride and a home to reside If my momma is sick i'm by her beside Used to watch the show on channel 4 called riptide Wash my wears in-tide cause it's too damn cold Out-tide, that's how the runnings go If there ain't no dough then there ain't no show So take your roly poly fat promoter (ass) To the chemical bank, and get my cash If you wanna see the people scream and laugh You best quest you ask the quest you ask real fast Cause i don't wanna see em, start buckin Throwin chairs in the air while you be duckin What what? don't step to me with that If you promotin the show make sure it ain't wack *sings* Or else i'm leaving ("let me tell you") I'm leaving (*cut and scratched* "let me tell you") I'm leaving (*cut and scratched* "let me tell you") Your wack show {q-tip} yo man whassup with that? {phife} yo don't sweat me... ... c'mon, five hundred, that was the deal {q-tip} c'mon man, don't try to play me out {phife} we don't need you, sorry!!! {q-tip} you know you need me *drum roll* {q-tip} And the abstract rapper says I want chicken, and orange juice, ?dat sauce on my rider? And my occasional potato by oreida Don't forget my pastry make sure they're tasty I'm not the type to be pushy or hasty See i'm the type of bro that's reared in the ghetto Took a few shorts before Now the only ones i take are the ones that i wear Ain't takin no shorts no more, now Please act proper 'fore i call the crimestoppers Don't dip on the dough, cause that's a no-no Make sure you count your money real slow Be alert, look alive, and act like ya know It's, the 90's, time to make moves Not, the 80's, do away withcha womb So what? you got a crew I got one too, they're called the brooklyn zoo Don't break fool, let's be reserved and cool We don't have to act like we in grade school Just make sure that we're taken care of And we'll do a fly show for ya bub, check it out Diggi-dang-diggi-dang, di-dang-ga-dang-a-diddy Diggi-dang-diggi-dang, di-dang-ga-dang-a-diddy Diggi-dang-diggi-dang, di-dang-ga-dang-a-diddy Diggi-dang-diggi-dang, di-dang-ga-dang-diggy-diggy |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Low End Theory (2001)
To the effect of nothing, effective fronting Is what i don't allow so let me tell you something I am a bon-a-fide Not too modest and not a lot of pride Soon to have a ride and a home to reside If my momma is sick i'm by her beside Used to watch the show on channel 4 called riptide Wash my wears in-tide cause it's too damn cold Out-tide, that's how the runnings go If there ain't no dough then there ain't no show So take your roly poly fat promoter (ass) To the chemical bank, and get my cash If you wanna see the people scream and laugh You best quest you ask the quest you ask real fast Cause i don't wanna see em, start buckin Throwin chairs in the air while you be duckin What what? don't step to me with that If you promotin the show make sure it ain't wack *sings* Or else i'm leaving ("let me tell you") I'm leaving (*cut and scratched* "let me tell you") I'm leaving (*cut and scratched* "let me tell you") Your wack show {q-tip} yo man whassup with that? {phife} yo don't sweat me... ... c'mon, five hundred, that was the deal {q-tip} c'mon man, don't try to play me out {phife} we don't need you, sorry!!! {q-tip} you know you need me *drum roll* {q-tip} And the abstract rapper says I want chicken, and orange juice, ?dat sauce on my rider? And my occasional potato by oreida Don't forget my pastry make sure they're tasty I'm not the type to be pushy or hasty See i'm the type of bro that's reared in the ghetto Took a few shorts before Now the only ones i take are the ones that i wear Ain't takin no shorts no more, now Please act proper 'fore i call the crimestoppers Don't dip on the dough, cause that's a no-no Make sure you count your money real slow Be alert, look alive, and act like ya know It's, the 90's, time to make moves Not, the 80's, do away withcha womb So what? you got a crew I got one too, they're called the brooklyn zoo Don't break fool, let's be reserved and cool We don't have to act like we in grade school Just make sure that we're taken care of And we'll do a fly show for ya bub, check it out Diggi-dang-diggi-dang, di-dang-ga-dang-a-diddy Diggi-dang-diggi-dang, di-dang-ga-dang-a-diddy Diggi-dang-diggi-dang, di-dang-ga-dang-a-diddy Diggi-dang-diggi-dang, di-dang-ga-dang-diggy-diggy |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Low End Theory (2001)
Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what so what so what's the scenario Here we go yo, here we go yo So what so what so what's the scenario (Phife Dawg) Aiyyo Bo knows this (what?) and Bo knows that (what?) But Bo don't know jack, cause Bo can't rap Well whaddya know, the Di-Dawg, is first up to bat No batteries included, and no strings attached No holds barred, no time for move fakin Gots to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon Brothers front, they say the Tribe can't flow But we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe so Sleep if you want, my crew will help you get your Z's troop But here's the real scoop I'm all that and then some, short dark and handsome Bust a nut inside your eye, to show you where I come from I'm vexed, fumin, I've had it up to here My days of payin dues are over, acknowledge me as in there (YEAH) Head for the border, go get a taco I'll be wreckin from the jump street, meaning from the get-go Sit back relax and let yourself go Don't sweat what you heard, but act like you know (Charlie Brown) Yes yes y'all (yes y'all!) Who got the vibe? It's the Tribe y'all (Tribe y'all!) Real live y'all (live y'all!) Inside outside come around... (who's that??) Browwwwwwwwn Some may, I say, call me Charlie The word is the herb and I'm deep like Bob Marley Layback on the payback, (evolve rotate the gates?) CONTACT! Can I get a hit? (HIT!) Boom bip with a brother named Tip and we're ready to flip East coast stompin, rippin and rompin New York, North Cak-a-laka, and Compton Checka-checka-check it out! The loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce And wow how now wow how now Brown cow We're ill till the skill gets down For the flex, next, it's the textbook old to the new but the rest are doo-doo From radio, to the video, to Arsenio Tell me! Yo, what's the scenario (Dinco D) (True blue!) Scooby Doo, whoopie doo Scenario's ready yo, always rates more than four Scores for the snores that's lovin dance floors Now I go for mine, (shades of G sure?) Ship-shape plus Grape Apes to play tapes Papes make grapes great for the waist I'm an L-AH, an E-ADER, simply just a leader Bass in his face means peace see ya later Later? (LATER!) Later alligator Pop blows the weasel and my Earth the inflater So yo the D what the O, incorporated I-N-C into a flow Funk flipped flat back first this foul fight fight fight Laugh yo how's that sound (ohhhhhh!) (Q-Tip) It's the leader Quest mission and we got the goods here (here!) Never on the left cause my right's my good ear (ear!) I could give a damn about a ill subliminal Stay away from crime cause so ain't no CRIMINAL I love my young nation, groovy sensation No time for hibernation, only elation Don't ever try to test, yo whattup little kid? Yo Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell him what I did (Busta Rhymes) I heard you rushed and rushed, AND ATTACKED Then baby puked then you had TO SMACK Causin rambunction, throughout the sphere Raise the levels of the boom, inside the ear (Q-Tip) You know I did it So don't violate or you get violated The hip-hop sound is well agitated Won't ever waste no time on the played out ego So here's Busta Rhymes with the scenario (Busta Rhymes) Watch, as I combine all the juice from the mind Heel up, reel up, bring it back, come rewind Powerful impact BOOM! from the cannon Not braggin, try to read my mind just imagine Vo-cab-u-lary's necessary When diggin into my library Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Eating ayea toadstool like the one Peter Tosh-a Uh, uh uhh, alone with the track man Uh, pardon me, uhh, as I come back As I did it yo I heard you beg your pardon When I travel to the Sun I roll with the squadron RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW like a dungeon dragon Change your little drawers cause your pants are saggin Try to step to this, I will, fits you in a turban And had you smellin right, like some old stale urine Checkady-choco, the chocolate chicken The rear cock diesel, for chicks they were kickin Yo, bustin out before the Busta bust a nut the rhyme the rhythm is in sync (UHH!) the rhymes are on time (TIME!) Rippin up this dance just like a radio Observe the vibe and check out the scenario!! *chorus starts* Yeah, my man motherfucker! Chorus |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Low End Theory (2001)
Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what so what so what's the scenario Here we go yo, here we go yo So what so what so what's the scenario (Phife Dawg) Aiyyo Bo knows this (what?) and Bo knows that (what?) But Bo don't know jack, cause Bo can't rap Well whaddya know, the Di-Dawg, is first up to bat No batteries included, and no strings attached No holds barred, no time for move fakin Gots to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon Brothers front, they say the Tribe can't flow But we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe so Sleep if you want, my crew will help you get your Z's troop But here's the real scoop I'm all that and then some, short dark and handsome Bust a nut inside your eye, to show you where I come from I'm vexed, fumin, I've had it up to here My days of payin dues are over, acknowledge me as in there (YEAH) Head for the border, go get a taco I'll be wreckin from the jump street, meaning from the get-go Sit back relax and let yourself go Don't sweat what you heard, but act like you know (Charlie Brown) Yes yes y'all (yes y'all!) Who got the vibe? It's the Tribe y'all (Tribe y'all!) Real live y'all (live y'all!) Inside outside come around... (who's that??) Browwwwwwwwn Some may, I say, call me Charlie The word is the herb and I'm deep like Bob Marley Layback on the payback, (evolve rotate the gates?) CONTACT! Can I get a hit? (HIT!) Boom bip with a brother named Tip and we're ready to flip East coast stompin, rippin and rompin New York, North Cak-a-laka, and Compton Checka-checka-check it out! The loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce And wow how now wow how now Brown cow We're ill till the skill gets down For the flex, next, it's the textbook old to the new but the rest are doo-doo From radio, to the video, to Arsenio Tell me! Yo, what's the scenario (Dinco D) (True blue!) Scooby Doo, whoopie doo Scenario's ready yo, always rates more than four Scores for the snores that's lovin dance floors Now I go for mine, (shades of G sure?) Ship-shape plus Grape Apes to play tapes Papes make grapes great for the waist I'm an L-AH, an E-ADER, simply just a leader Bass in his face means peace see ya later Later? (LATER!) Later alligator Pop blows the weasel and my Earth the inflater So yo the D what the O, incorporated I-N-C into a flow Funk flipped flat back first this foul fight fight fight Laugh yo how's that sound (ohhhhhh!) (Q-Tip) It's the leader Quest mission and we got the goods here (here!) Never on the left cause my right's my good ear (ear!) I could give a damn about a ill subliminal Stay away from crime cause so ain't no CRIMINAL I love my young nation, groovy sensation No time for hibernation, only elation Don't ever try to test, yo whattup little kid? Yo Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell him what I did (Busta Rhymes) I heard you rushed and rushed, AND ATTACKED Then baby puked then you had TO SMACK Causin rambunction, throughout the sphere Raise the levels of the boom, inside the ear (Q-Tip) You know I did it So don't violate or you get violated The hip-hop sound is well agitated Won't ever waste no time on the played out ego So here's Busta Rhymes with the scenario (Busta Rhymes) Watch, as I combine all the juice from the mind Heel up, reel up, bring it back, come rewind Powerful impact BOOM! from the cannon Not braggin, try to read my mind just imagine Vo-cab-u-lary's necessary When diggin into my library Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Eating ayea toadstool like the one Peter Tosh-a Uh, uh uhh, alone with the track man Uh, pardon me, uhh, as I come back As I did it yo I heard you beg your pardon When I travel to the Sun I roll with the squadron RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW like a dungeon dragon Change your little drawers cause your pants are saggin Try to step to this, I will, fits you in a turban And had you smellin right, like some old stale urine Checkady-choco, the chocolate chicken The rear cock diesel, for chicks they were kickin Yo, bustin out before the Busta bust a nut the rhyme the rhythm is in sync (UHH!) the rhymes are on time (TIME!) Rippin up this dance just like a radio Observe the vibe and check out the scenario!! *chorus starts* Yeah, my man motherfucker! Chorus |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Low End Theory (2001)
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 ron carter is on the bass Now check it out Born into the 91 decade You gotta say the quest is on And goddamn it, yes the quest is on And we out! |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Low End Theory (2001)
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 ron carter is on the bass Now check it out Born into the 91 decade You gotta say the quest is on And goddamn it, yes the quest is on And we out! |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Low End Theory (2001)
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 (scary) It's only legendary ('dary), my father well prepared me ('pared me) My job ain't temporary, I'm here for the long shot Better yet, the long term, I don't have a perm (perm) In a way I do, call 'em the perma-naps I'm crazy slap-happy and I'm scrappy when I'm nappy When I get the mic in my hand and the crowd in stands (stands) It's as good as grand like that (that) I wanna say peace and dedicate this joint to MC Trouble and to um...Trouble T-Roy And to um...Scott La Rock and to um...Cowboy, you know what I'm sayin? This is for the slain rappers and the fallen rappers you know what I'm sayin (sayin)? This is a special, special, special, special, special dedication And also to my pops and also to Vinny, his moms (moms) you know what I'm sayin? You just gotta keep it happy and keep the vibes going and this is Vibes and Stuff And we out... |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Low End Theory (2001)
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 (scary) It's only legendary ('dary), my father well prepared me ('pared me) My job ain't temporary, I'm here for the long shot Better yet, the long term, I don't have a perm (perm) In a way I do, call 'em the perma-naps I'm crazy slap-happy and I'm scrappy when I'm nappy When I get the mic in my hand and the crowd in stands (stands) It's as good as grand like that (that) I wanna say peace and dedicate this joint to MC Trouble and to um...Trouble T-Roy And to um...Scott La Rock and to um...Cowboy, you know what I'm sayin? This is for the slain rappers and the fallen rappers you know what I'm sayin (sayin)? This is a special, special, special, special, special dedication And also to my pops and also to Vinny, his moms (moms) you know what I'm sayin? You just gotta keep it happy and keep the vibes going and this is Vibes and Stuff And we out... |
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Babies babble on, they lookin for excuses Game for the buzzer who kicked it to the losers Lame as a brain, could be, golly gee If you see a shrink he'll charge you a fee If you see me ya see the fee is nothing [fee will be for patience] all that's no fronting What is a party if it doesn't really rock? What is a poet? all balls, no cock What is a war if it doesn't have a general? What's channel nine if it doesn't have arsenio? What is life if you don't have fun? What is a what if you ain't got a gun? What's ali without shaheed muhammad? Nothing. [calpekur] makes you vomit What is a quest if the players ain't willing? What is a pence if you don't have a shilling? Excuse me if i'm chillin, hey what, say what What's a fat man without food in his gut? What's a child birth, without the umbilical? What's united parcel, without the deliverer? What's momma-san, without poppa-san? What's martial arts without daniel-san? What's rasheed without tonya, tamika? What's orange juice and doug e. doug without shaniqua? Not a not a not a, not a damn thing What's duke ellington without that swing? What's alex haley if it doesn't have roots? What's a weekend if you ain't knockin boots? What's a black nation, without black unity? What is a child who doesn't know pubery? What is my label when i exit boom status? What's menage-a-tois, or, that is What is sex when you have three people? What are laws if they ain't fair and equal? What's clark kent without a telephone booth? What is a liquor if it ain't 80 proof? What are the youth if they ain't rebellin? What's raplh cramden, if he ain't yellin At ed norton, what is coke snortin? What is position if there is no contortin? What is hip-hop if it doesn't have violence? Chill for a minute, doug e. fresh said silence *four second pause* What is a glock if you don't have a clip? What's a lollipop without the good ship? What's s&m if you don't have chains? What's a con artist if he doesn't have brains? What's america without greed and glamour? What's an mc if he doesn't have stamina? What's music fractured without mr. walt? What's trugoy without a phrase called torte? What's kris lighty if he wasn't such a baby? What is a woman if she didn't say maybe? Baby laid down, i removed the frown What would be my penal cord if it wasn't brown? What is a paper without a president? What is a compound without a element? What is a jam if you don't spike the punch? Was it bruce lee if you don't like brunch? Oooh ooh, it's like that you keep goin Freak freak y'all cause you know that we showin What to go what to go what to go what to go what To go what to go what to go what to go what! |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Low End Theory (2001)
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Babies babble on, they lookin for excuses Game for the buzzer who kicked it to the losers Lame as a brain, could be, golly gee If you see a shrink he'll charge you a fee If you see me ya see the fee is nothing [fee will be for patience] all that's no fronting What is a party if it doesn't really rock? What is a poet? all balls, no cock What is a war if it doesn't have a general? What's channel nine if it doesn't have arsenio? What is life if you don't have fun? What is a what if you ain't got a gun? What's ali without shaheed muhammad? Nothing. [calpekur] makes you vomit What is a quest if the players ain't willing? What is a pence if you don't have a shilling? Excuse me if i'm chillin, hey what, say what What's a fat man without food in his gut? What's a child birth, without the umbilical? What's united parcel, without the deliverer? What's momma-san, without poppa-san? What's martial arts without daniel-san? What's rasheed without tonya, tamika? What's orange juice and doug e. doug without shaniqua? Not a not a not a, not a damn thing What's duke ellington without that swing? What's alex haley if it doesn't have roots? What's a weekend if you ain't knockin boots? What's a black nation, without black unity? What is a child who doesn't know pubery? What is my label when i exit boom status? What's menage-a-tois, or, that is What is sex when you have three people? What are laws if they ain't fair and equal? What's clark kent without a telephone booth? What is a liquor if it ain't 80 proof? What are the youth if they ain't rebellin? What's raplh cramden, if he ain't yellin At ed norton, what is coke snortin? What is position if there is no contortin? What is hip-hop if it doesn't have violence? Chill for a minute, doug e. fresh said silence *four second pause* What is a glock if you don't have a clip? What's a lollipop without the good ship? What's s&m if you don't have chains? What's a con artist if he doesn't have brains? What's america without greed and glamour? What's an mc if he doesn't have stamina? What's music fractured without mr. walt? What's trugoy without a phrase called torte? What's kris lighty if he wasn't such a baby? What is a woman if she didn't say maybe? Baby laid down, i removed the frown What would be my penal cord if it wasn't brown? What is a paper without a president? What is a compound without a element? What is a jam if you don't spike the punch? Was it bruce lee if you don't like brunch? Oooh ooh, it's like that you keep goin Freak freak y'all cause you know that we showin What to go what to go what to go what to go what To go what to go what to go what to go what! |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Anthology (2000)
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 gems Sit down, Indian style, as we recite these hymns See, lyrically I'm Mario Andretti on the mo-mo Luticrous, we 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 the steps 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 |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Anthology (2000)
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 |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Anthology (2000)
[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 |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Anthology (2000)
[q-tip]
fool - defined in webster's open up the book, read it read it turn the page, see what it says read it to me will you please (one who acts dope ??? so what does it mean to me?) that's you (how's that?) cos of the way you act (huhhh?!?!) standin on the corner sellin girbauds (what you talkin bout?) scalin your friends and also your foes what's the matter wit'cha boy? (ain't nuttin wrong with me, mother...) you big galoot (huh?), you nincompoop (what?) what's wrong wit you? you can't compute (yes sure i can compute) don't fix your lips to tell me you can standin on the poley playin pusher man what you got to do with yourself? (oh what?) can't you be somebody else? (no) look at you described to a tee (huh) you're a fool of many in society i know some more, i shall go on and continue in the song, fooled the fool "fool" - scratched by ali shaheed (man i don't know what you're talkin bout callin me a fool i've been out here for twentysome odd years doin my thing, i ain't no fool man you crazy or something? i'm gonna stick this, right up your...) [q-tip] the girl i talked to she's sort of neurotic (yeah) her crazy ex-boyfriend is really psychotic (uh-huh) scares the girl by threatenin her life (word) says "girl, you're dead if you're not my wife" (oh man) beats in her public, beats her in private (yes) tried it 'round me, "almost" won't buy it (what you mean?) said "forget him, don't you know he's a loser" who would love a woman turn around and abuse her (ohh) only a fool as described by the tribe here's another one who's on the fool vibe (okay) gonna make it shor |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Anthology (2000)
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, dig it, 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 couldn? 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 cries, 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 don? 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 |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Anthology (2000)
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...) (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 aint 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? till fade out |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Anthology (2000)
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 |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Anthology (2000)
Whatever happened to - twin sets
Whatever happened to - hi-fi Whatever happened to - TV sex Whatever happened to - you and I Your passion is a product (Of) highlight and detail That come hither look Bonus offer retail Whatever happened to - pick-up trucks Whatever happened to - yellow pages Whatever happened to - burning books Whatever happened to - new ages Your emotions are cheap Cut price cash and carry Your heart on your sleeve For any Tom, Dick or Harry Your love is a cashed-in cheque Oh oh that's the way of all flesh Whatever happened to - Chairman Mao Whatever happened to - God above Whatever happened to - the cow Whatever happened to - plug-in love Your pasteurised life so fit for consumption Ooooo those undressing eyes so strictly commercial Your love is a cashed-in cheque Oh oh that's the way of all flesh All flesh All flesh |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Anthology (2000)
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 st |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Anthology (2000)
Whatever happened to - twin sets
Whatever happened to - hi-fi Whatever happened to - TV sex Whatever happened to - you and I Your passion is a product (Of) highlight and detail That come hither look Bonus offer retail Whatever happened to - pick-up trucks Whatever happened to - yellow pages Whatever happened to - burning books Whatever happened to - new ages Your emotions are cheap Cut price cash and carry Your heart on your sleeve For any Tom, Dick or Harry Your love is a cashed-in cheque Oh oh that's the way of all flesh Whatever happened to - Chairman Mao Whatever happened to - God above Whatever happened to - the cow Whatever happened to - plug-in love Your pasteurised life so fit for consumption Ooooo those undressing eyes so strictly commercial Your love is a cashed-in cheque Oh oh that's the way of all flesh All flesh All flesh |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Anthology (2000)
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! |
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[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 hott V-A-V-A-Vader, the brothers in the spot Jalick, Jalick ya wind up ya hit Captain of the poets, I'm the #7 pick lick, lick, lick boy on your backside lick, lick, lick boy on your backside listen to the fader, Shaheed lets it glide Tip the earthly body heavens on my side even in Santo Domingo Can I gotta Gringo we got mikes when do we go know a little nigga who can ryhme when you ask me short, dark, and plus his voice is raspy Phife Dawg 1 for the treble 2 for the bass you know the style Tip it's time to flip this I like my beats hard like two day old shit steady eatin booty M.C's 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 then T.L.C. now the formula is this Me, Tip, and Ali for those who can't count it goes 1-2-3 The answer(scratch-Damn right I'm)Hiccup is how i be brothers find it's hard to do but never me some brothers try to dis my malik you see'm ditchin me now cure all the B.B. M.C.'s my shit is hittin trainin gladiator, anti-hesitater Shaheed push the fader from here to Granada Mr. 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]: (Oh My God yes, Oh my god(10)) [Q-Tip] Complimentary it be the theif 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 Toots just beleive the sin cuz Queens is the county, Jamaica is the place Take off your boots cuz you can't run the race [Chorus]: (Oh My God(14)) |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Anthology (2000)
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... |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Anthology (2000)
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) |
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