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Yooooo....Yooooo...I hope ya'll ready...
Are ya ready? Here we go.... What ya deal with...uhhh... What ya deal wit'...what ya deal wit'... Turn me up some more? Incognito, speakin' to ya Feel this, have it, makin' music Men and women, boys an' girls an' Welcome to the movement, the fifth wit' improvement Aristotle, Plato, Freud Yeah right, Abstract, never void I make it easy for ya'll to boogie down to Hard to the ground, ooh the Tribe with the sound boo Touch me, tease me, feed me, squeezy Take it easy, never sleazy Promise that I will not answer The phone when it rings love, while we do out thing love Never fakin', it's late, spirits Through the music is our mission Honies who were not cooler than the ghetto rebel risin' To overthrow a ruler Dearly beloved, dearly departed There's a reason why we did it Cuz it's inside the body and the hearts So here we are fam let's start, c'mon... *Don't beat me in the head with the bullshit bat C'mon everybody let's start x2 Ummah, Mos, Jane Doe, Willy Punchline, Wordsworth, SV, Chrissy S.O.S., Tribe Called Quest Get it off your chest, say it: "Tribe Called Quest!" Can you feel it when it hit right Can you feel it when we do it Truth, power, taste, devour Niggaz in the street here comes the illest beat now Move oceans wit' your mental Think it, do it, be it, embellish Here's another point for everyone to relish When Ski busts his tools all ya'll foes will embellish For somethin' wicked at ya'll faces What I see is longin', needin' Hey I got you with that goooooood stuff And ya probably won't get enough Ay-yo, lyrics I got it, lyrics, cadence Do it with fun and patience Funky, rhythmic, characteristic Ebonically lingustic wit' the ghetto futuristic Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay.... *Repeat (x2) Beat me in the head, don't beat me in the head Don't beat me in the head, don't beat me in the head Don't beat me in the head, don't beat me in the head Don't beat me in the head, head, head, head... So here we are fam let's start, so here we are fam let's start So here we are fam let's start, so here we are fam let's start To the Ummah family lets start A-yo get off your ass and let's start, A-yo, here we are fam let's start C'mon, get off your ass and let's start, here we are fam let's start Here we is fam let's start, get off your ass and let's start Here we are fam let's start, get off your aaaassss-ah-ah-ah-ah Ha ha ha ha ha...let's start |
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*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 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... 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...) *Repeat (x2) 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) 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 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 herb But it, it ain't me, and I, I ain't blurred (uh) I'ma still just chill with you Maybe things could change if you change your view (come on) If not then I guess it is cool (yeah) just, to keep to yourself and adbide by the rules, right check it out now... check it out now... like that now... check it out now... wha wha now... check it out now... yeah yeah now... check it out now... check it out now... it's like that now... check it out now... yeah yeah now... check it out now... what you say, what? what? *Repeat (x4) |
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| 3:21 |
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Question What is it that everybody has
And some pirates and theives try to take *Da Booty (and if you is a crook than you takin' it) Da Booty (and if you got money you shakin' it) Da Booty (come on everybody that's here, that's word to Phife Dawg and my man Shaheed) x2 I give my promise to all y'all to keep my shit hittin' Half of y'all claim dog but now a light kitten Flippin' on brothers just like Mary Lou Retton Get off that ass and see what I'm settin' Born with this inside, you just can't get it This is the lethal pop and you have no weapon Who is the native brother who keep asses steppin' make deep impressions and constantly be reppin' When I was young I'd stretch gouch yo Now I'm on Letterman, on the couch yo the black thing with knives is called the back do' can't we be cool instead of being foul though Ghetto child dreams of fast cars and fast dollars Impressions of live sometimes makes ya holler Scream all that devil shit and talk like a scholar You dumb as a doorknob, and why do you bother Phife Dawg puttin' the bite back in yours Top dog, puttin' it up, flick his balls MC from now til I get a frown Shake that ass girl because you world renowned Wake up, look at the sun, see the sights Bull duke, you've got to die for your rights MC's, y'all got to work for the mic Zombies, do it from dusk to the night *Repeat (x2) Rock to the beat, yo it's never the same Good girls usually got good game Hot cats tearin' that ass out the frills Block ass, you had no skills, that's the reals Make this money without the friction Take this honey, there goes your diction Rappers better retreat, fix your joints My whole crew got bumps on they points Rumors being spread 'bout me and my click We can't rock shows and our rhymes ain't shhh Might not've heard it, or maybe you have Between me and you, they can kiss my ass Used to get angry, used to get quite vexed But say what you may, just cash my check 'Cause all I'm ever guilty of is going on tour Doing shows galore, and bringin' it raw Da Booty (and if you is a crook than you takin' it) Da Booty (and if you got money you shakin' it) x3 Da Booty (come on everybody that's here, that's word to Phife Dawg and my man Shaheed Come On!) |
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| 4. |
| 3:22 |
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You know I plas-ter, the little bas-tard
and mastered the real way you slap the bitchest niggaz backwards Hah! Uh-oh, aiyyo, whenever Busta Rhymes say so (mmmhmm) when we move yes (mmmhmm) sometimes we lay low (mmmhmm) aiyyo (yo) Big up my little nigga Pedro Make you after the L like turkey, cheese and to-ma-to (to) Fuck is that? Especially for niggaz that will pay no attention to instructions, like they still wan' disobey y'all Wonderin how it's activate real quick? But then I could grow about five feet more with an extra dick! One dick to hold in my hand when I'm rockin the mic The extra dick to blow up the pussy for the rest of the night Then I return with more lyrics like a bunch of rough niggaz They tough niggaz that snuff niggaz (hah) I know the club got enough niggaz (huh!) to slap your face, expert, who the next jerk, to make me exert heat? FUKKIT, let me network! Yo what the fuck, ungh! Check it here, peep the four-man transaction (action) Phife diggy Dawg, we on some Todd Shaw mackin (mackin) You know my stee', there's no time for relaxin (relaxin) Word to Reggie (Phife Dawg) yo it's _Time 4 Sum Aksion_ Girl swing yo' ass, I can feel you climaxin (climaxin) Don't even front, you know you wanna make it happen (make it happen!) Yo Busta Bus, do you hear Violator faxin? (mad faxin) Eighty G's for one show (eighty G's yo) that's satisfaction (satisfaction) Now which emcee feel like he fuckin with dis heah? (This here) Word to Queens, I keep shit hot like a canish, yeah (Nish yeah!) Malik is back, I'm here to make you look foolish (foolish) My roughest niggaz in the Apple (Apple) on Coolidge (Coolidge) Remember White Shadow? My click stay sharper than an arrow (c'mon) Plus in Trinidad I'm treated like the mighty sparrow (uh-huh) Freestylin son, like there was no tommorrow (fuck it up nigga fuck it up) Hence the reason why your bitch ass would love to follow (what?) Two different toasters in your chest will make your shit hollow How's about them apples, oh is it too hard to swallow? Push your wig back, word to Big Moot and Bolo Billy Razor, Fudge Lover, on down to Shine Lightro (Love Movement) Yo Bootsy takes this mic from this fool see, make him run it Five-foot invasion son, you can't run from it Check it out, the original, shit, we makin it Takin it, to the extremes, we breakin it When we get, inside a zone then you feel that it's good All you jelly cats stop marinatin my wood Niggazm grab the mic with loads of malarky I bring the knowledge and wield the anarchy Put it on pooh-butts who's unsettled with ignorance Give the last sentence with poignance and diligence Eighteen wheelin through niggaz like truckers Breakin ankles, put it on like we at the ruckus Guaranteein that shorty can move it around In the place that gets you hot but leaves you here on the ground Contenders don't you even think to challenge the crown Of these brothers who so elequently hold the beat down Fuck the rigamarole, we vyin for the control We the musical equation of the whole entire nation Yo yo I'm just a ill nigga who don't got it all up stairs Riding dick, get the balls til they come in pairs Oh yeah, throw the goggles on these engineers Cause it might, get kinda wet when I spit this here Yo, I'm six-foot-one with a big ass gun To carry it you'd need a waistline the size of Big Pun But I move crowds without a gun like if -- The New York State Lottery is ninety nine million!! Hah-hah, yo, when it's time to flow I suprise and blow five hundred thousand units off a dime a trow Forty below, I'm thorough when it's time to throw the caboose, I'm even hard to be touched by a masousse Whoo-whoo! Funk Doc gets the money and best believe I went through more trees than Sonny Me, Kamal, Busta Bus, Phife Dawg Shittin, pussy niggaz get Lysol! Heh heh heh |
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| 2:47 |
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OOOOOOOHHHHH Ya (echoes)
Say What? We was in the back of the joint cooling out And I saw this girl Asked her if she like it like that Nod her head yes, therefore I didn't stress Let my beat keep knocking cause we rock it like that Bust your ass slow, as if you didn't know Put my mic inside your brain zone, dis home dis It's the rhyme, it's the beat that vibe all together That makes the competitors sound like this Really do I care yo, I let down my hair When the music's up loud man, I jums real that Lyrical valow, in club, in the go In jeep in America,Tribe go mad Females ride when my niggas just ride With the songs we creating and musically relating Sex niggas talk, my body's in chart Meanwhile they boot shaking On some funk shit faking Wait, I can't front, stick men Here's a few who really come to do What they say gonna do Back at the ranch There's no car branch Everybody gonna move when we say move Do you like it? Say yeah if you like it like that YEAH!!!!! Do you like it? Hell yeah if you like it like that HELL YEAH!!!!! Do you like it? Tell me if you like it like that YEAH!!!!! Do you like it? Verse two if you like it like that COME ON!!!!! Who could be the one Rhyming ill, having fun Blowing up, making musical memories and things Elevate your thoughts on the vibe that we brought While we climbing we shine like a super bowl ring You could do it too I mean hot like we do It's a lot like we do and make your own mark It's deeper than the song Hope you live your life long When you win, how you start, kid you gotta have heart Niggas in my shit, move Give a nigga room Back it up, it's a grown man making on time Plus you damn similar to Newport's Smoking ain't a new sport Smoke you sister in vendible Gotta spread love, no matter where you are Where you at, where you went Cause nobody want beef Fountain is good, just flows like a river Just go with a nigga, kid my stay ain't brief Put your heart in the day, in the night, family Enemies but yo I really don't wet that We was in the back of the joint cooling out And saw this girl Asked if her if she like it like that, yo (You like it that - repeat till fade) |
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Who that at the door? (Yo, Tip, it's her)
What you doin here, in front of my face? (3x) You didn't want my...you didn't want it To go somewhere, you all on it But if you want to, then you can come here Come here, yo Have you ever met a woman that just took your breath? So deep inside her life, she contemplated death Can't help but get attatched to a woman like that (true dat (4x)) The contact was quite immediate, I had to attack (Because you the man, yo, you know you the man) We related and debated over food and tunes Started out in September, now we enterin June (say word (4x)) Simple night in the crib, no, it just won't do (no it just won't do, no it just won't do) Because she liable to start shit that's wildin you (wildin you, wildin...) She wanna push my whip, buy diamond chips And take on trips, conversin my flip Gotta do her hair, take her out to the fair When a jake be there, make sure you don't stare At another one comin, don't be startin nuthin Be a slave to her, don't be brave to her Make sure that she's right, make sure that you're wrong When she wants to do it, make sure that it's long If anyone wanna make it work it's me (Phife Dawg help me out (2x)) But we gotta come through with common ground baby Any man, he can claim to be the one for you But put it straight to your lover in life runs true *And if it's me then let's get it going on (4x) Get it going on, let's get it going on And if it's me then let's get it going on (2x) Phife Dawg in the break, is she more than you can take? See, I'm not the one to be taken advantage of And if you really think about it, I got nuthin but love Now if your heart isn't in it, please let me know There's no need to waste time, if it's no, then I'll go *Repeat Get it going on, let's get it going on |
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| 1:56 |
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Live and direct, live and direct!
You know what live and direct mean? Live and direct, come!!! Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, how you be, how you be? From New York to A-T-Aliens, youknowhatI'msayin? Word up, do it like this Word up word up, do it like that And you don't stop, and you don't quit Unless you're in the studio doin wack shit Yo check it Boom batta, watch your teeth shatter All that shit you pop in your jams, it won't matter Bust your whole grill, now watch that joint shatter I'm the Captain of the ship, FUCK a William Shatner Emcees be poppin shit when they squeezin they cake batter Claimin they style be fat, but guess whose style is fatter? The ill beat jacker, emcee attacker Fuckin with the Diggy it don't, get no blacker Malik is Zach Taylor, ey the stress reliever Brown eyed shorty, chocolate like Godiva Fuck what you heard I'll make YOU a believer Me gettin burnt, that's like a white girl named Shareema You never see her, cause she's the black like Sarafina Set shit off like Monifah, nickel like Khadija So girls with fat asses and tits, nice to meet ya Do five plus five equals ten? Ask your teacher For God so loved the world he said Phife, ask your preacher Love to toot my own Horne, similar to Lena Before I take stage, I take sips of Aquefina Fucked Judy Jetson now they call me Jet Screamer Love my coffee dark so you can keep your dairy creamer Tribe fallin off well youse a got damn dreamer Hah, yaknahmean? A word up a word up a word up a word up yo Have you heard the one make the crowd rock? Tribe Called Quest we haffa do it non-stop Listen to the radio we're never goin pop cause ya nah ready for dis yet, bwoy! Say ya nah ready, say ya nah ready Say ya nah ready for dis yet, bwoy! Say ya nah ready, say ya nah ready Say ya nah ready for dis yet, bwoy! And we out like that, fuck that |
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| 9. |
| 3:52 |
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*Doin' our thing in Queens
We had dreams about bein' emcees And there was no concern about so and so And these record companies But now we all are grown And the spots is gettin' blown Boyz II Men, ABC, BBD Nah, we ain't none of them, B Give me So give me Nore, Phife Dawg and Abstract Give me To everyone in the world Nore, Phife Dawg and Abstract Yo when I rap, all my niggas love Abstract Yo, from Far Rock to Flushing, concussion Every time a nigga rhyme it's like we get our bus' on I used to ride a dollar van and really get my bus on Yo, from South Don to El Segundo All my niggas gettin' high yo, and still livin' on the run though Get alot a dough so now we have a lot of fun though Q-U, two E's, N-S All we really care about is money, cheba and sex what what what niggas get faded, never outdated Give it to the world, 'cause for long they waited Shorties online to cop the new CD So hip-hop'll bust nut in graffiti We could two-piece it or we could just seize it Shorty, you're my shit, 'cause my style wild decent What's it gonna be, the party or the precent? Queens cats rock, keep it rugged and recent my nigga Nore thug it out (thug it out, no doubt) Phife Dawg buggin' out (buggin' out, no doubt) The Love Movement no doubt (Love Movement, no doubt) Ali Shaheed get a shout (shout it out, no doubt) Yo better things, hold on, take a time out Huddle up, yo, Queens niggas won't fuck it up Keep my southside niggas just palyin' the cut While my Queensbridge people stay roughin' you up East Elmhurst, Carona, Iatola Keep the caller ID on the Motorola Gotta keep the po-po on the payola Queens niggas shut it down, now it's all over One nine two, the Bully fram Lou Merrick Van Wig holler Shaft got brew Head up Jamacia Ave, cop a tape by DJ Clue Move to the acre, sippin' on a guinney booze Scoopin' ladies up in babies makes my day complete Freestylin' over beats for my peoples in the street This is a place where stars are born Linden to Lawton, we keep it hot like porn *Repeat |
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| 3:23 |
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This is the master D-Life
as we set it off with my mans A Tribe Called Quest And uhh, we got to do it like this baby We got to do it like that baby We got the good shit not the bullshit, yaknahmean? Ha hah We bout to count it down, we bout to count it off It goes a-one, two, three, ahh! Malik we gettin back into that shit again And when we rhyme, brothers need to break they pens, uh-oh It's The Love Movement never ends The rap game'll never be the same again (Phife Dawg where you at baby?) We came again Here I come again, you feelin fine? The Dawg is like a overflowin rhyme from mind Usually mess with shorties whose a 8 or 9 Shorty bump around to the bass-line F keeps a burner on the waist-line That cat's trickin off, I ain't wastin mine You feel the uniqueness, you seekin this? And when we do it, we be freakin this Don't even front, you know you feelin this My shade is borderin around licorice (licorice) Enjoyin this tune, glad you playin it (Aiyyo Phife what's the hook?) Here we sayin it, SAYIN IT, SAYIN IT *pad and my pen (ah ah, you didn't go there) The beat and the blend (say word, you didn't go there) The party won't end (you know, we got to be there) Just keep your ends, buildin with friends, yo x2 One love, one life, and one destiny It seems that the devil keeps testin me Got the illest part of the recipe Yo tell your homegirl to stop stressin me (stop it) Undressin me is the part you really like Brothers hold the cracks now they holdin mics The cusses you get, for let the steady rights Marauders, we did that shit at Mid-night, a-ah-aight-aight I love it when my honeydip be slobbin me Don't take it personal it's just comedy My comedy completely turned to tragedy I sense some of these rappers still be mad at me Sweatin her because of her anatomy When I bang you it'll be assault and battery Don't make me discombobulate your micraphone Talkin trash will only get you freakin head, flown Uhh, buy em out the box, never faulty ones Get in that ass like karate son I act with the light, sometimes it's lookin grim We manage a smile, sometimes we slip it in My Tribe be worldwide like the Nike swoosh Emcees be soundin moist like vagina juice The top of the world, we pursuin it Don't worry about a thing, cause we doin it DOIN IT, DOIN IT *Repeat (x4) That's the way we do.. c'mon, that's the way we do It's the nigga D-Life, with T-C-Q That's the way we are.. and the beat won't stop Got to blow it up for the top.. Didn't think you knew how we rock.. |
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| 2:39 |
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Fuck the car-jacking, Phife Diggy is rapping
Got dawgs with love and plus dawgs that's packin So what's the deal Captain, if it's time for some action Watch me roll with hon, try to push her back Which one of these niggaz, think they fuckin wit dis? Put your money on Queens, yo these cats is pissed Meanin hot green and stinky, see shorty there winkin? Hit her off so hard, that her eyes start blinkin Then massage her down, with the word serene It's the Dawg For Pres, new star on the scene And I'm here for the battle, right down to the letter If it rains today, then it's a double-header Range Beemaz and Benz, 1100's and Jettas Phife Dawg for whatever, just get it together (Just) get it together x3 Just get it together No matter the weather, or where you at This is how we gon' do it, cause we keep shit fat You gotta *(yo yo) do it (yo, yo yo) do it (yo yo) do it (yo, yo) do it (yo yo) do it (yo, yo yo) do it (yo yo) do it (yo, yo) do it (a lot of "yo" from Busta Rhymes) Didn't you read the news, did you heed the alarm It was good overall, it said that we was the bomb I'ma make the call, and I hope you respond We the stars y'all, and everyone beckons far You a star and you shining, I'm one and I'm rhyming Let's get together, start intertwining Yo you coming with me, somewhere where you can't see with his bonafide joints, underneath the sea Of confusion and glitter, nobody's a quitter Try to front and get ripped, from your ear to your shitter Gon' put it on harder than anyone did It would benefit you to keep a wide open lid Makin sho' shot shit, makin sure you shine Takin shows for sure, takin hearts in time Do it all for the rhyme, and the rhythm and things When we do it we bangin, like we inside the bang Ain't doubtin nobody, when we inside the jam But I'm proud overall, and I know who I am As the constellation gets brighter this writer's goin *Repeat Aiyyo, yo, this is Bebe LawdLawd Bigga BeBeBeBe LawdLawd, from the Know Naim Aiyyo we doin this, LP, to the world... |
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Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Knew a girl named Shelley Six-pack belly When we made love she made it shake like jelly Put her own video star on my tele Lived in the Bronx on the block named Fortelly Had to be jetty cause this sucker hold netty Kept blowing me up, her jonesing was steady Told my man Louie that I really wasn't ready Louie when we did it, man, we both got sweaty This girl from my past Had ridiculous ass She attended UMASS and she passed every class Walked down the hall with her stuffed up sass Told the basketball players, she liked how they pass But when I use to hit it The ball cat, she quit it She wouldn't ad-mit it But shorty was addicted (Say Word) Word, Nigga you heard Like a fiend with a queen when he catches the bird Knowing how we living I'ma talk about Mayo Sagartery and mommy Her love was a KO We was on the under, had to stay on the lay low Use to go so deep, she had to say Aiyyo Rock with her friend, but her friend drove both way Asked her about it and she used to say No way Just let it go yo, I used to say OK Just another day but fight anyway *I put it down man, whatcha gonna do Well hell, I put it down son, whatcha gonna do We put it down for the area crew All the shortys that smoking y'all whoo Looking good it you sipping on your brew Come here ma, we make it hot for you Come here ma, we make it hot for you Come here ma, we make it hot for you Met a shorty named Kenny From East Saint Louie Body good and plenty The finest in Missouri If you had no money, you better hit the highway Even in her own right, she had to do it her way It was an ill situation when I met Dantanya Worked in Saint Louis, in her mother's hair parlor Use to hit her man for cake to come see me Her and her man from home, they sold heemey We had it hemmed, locked, sold and shit When I thugged it yo, she said I was the ultimate Broke her up kid, driving the drill like Truck Turner All of things they did not concern her People that we love yo, we love for a passion I'ma type of cat that brings forth the action You feeling me yo? I hope you hearing me yo One more thing before you start cheering me yo *Repeat Come here ma, we make it hot for you x8 |
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Back at you,
Right back at you, Drove around the block, Drove a lot, Lookin' all around, Don't see no cops, Whispered in your ear, a ghetto star, Sittin' on my lap inside of my car, Lookin' at my lips, take a taste, Taste yours too, rub your back, Run your fingers on the logo of my baseball hat, Moonlight dancin' inside of your eyes, Close your legs, I start to sigh, Now I reach down to unlace my Nikes, Kick off your Adidas 'cause that's what you like, Chris Tucker joke passed inside of my head, Put the thought away think of you instead, Hot outside, it's hot in here, Roll down the window the breeze in your hair, Your earrings shake, you a baby doll, You say you want me but did you want them all??, Make me feel special, I know that you can, Make me feel special like a prominent man, Prominent, dominant McCoy and I'm real, Another brotha's fan? Forget how he feel/ *Me and you girl go against the world, Against the world?, (Female voice) Hell yeah the world x4 ** Yeah the world, Yeah the world, Yeah the world, Whole wide world x2 Yeah the world, Yeah the world Zonin' undress ya? Still hold play??? Or can you hold my hand, it's better that way, If we was on video I'd press rewind, A nigga think about you all the time, Pidgeon dropped a note on top my head, R&B,pop girl's a thoroughbred, Run around the track, let me slow you dowwwwnnnnnn...(Pause) Pick you up, Raise your cups, Let's double up, Bomb came known, natural disas, Fall in love with me? huh, well that's that ass, Wanna get you, inside my world, Process, straight, afro or curl, Stretch me out, fade me in, Forever you in need let me see you grin? He bust with you, I'm a tap his chin?? Make me feel special, I know that you can, Make me feel special like a prominent man, Prominent, dominant McCoy and I'm real, Another brotha's fan? forget he feel *Repeat (x4) ** Repeat (x4) |
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So many people, right now Motivated to shit
Bull shit over some bull shit ass reasons But we 'bout to put it inside of a love perspective like Love it We do it all for the love y'all Yeah, we do it all for the love y'all Weither white, black, Spanish, ain't a thug y'all We do it, we give it all for the love y'all We just givin' it all for the love y'all We do it, we do it all for the love y'all We in the party, put your hands up Yeah y'all, we do it all for the love y'all Love getting down and I love a cool breeze Love seein' checks from record companies Love lovin' love 'cause I love what I do And we do our thing for the one nine two And the rest of the country 'cause we from there too Makin' sure love is givin' when I get it from you Everybody, we regulate the party and shit Love it when I get a little rugged wit' it Love the circumstance to make my dough flow right Love rockin' mics plus the ill style nights She does it real good but love'll make it mo' better Got me kind of open in the DK sweater Love when my peoples come home from jail bids Really love women and I really love kids Love tight gloves where the muisc just bang Camp-ass with gas women or shorty got bangs Lovin' it Yo yo, I'm lovin' it Love a women when she got a tight outfit Outfit meaning outlook and disposition You love it when a nigga cause a love composition Love peanut butter and jelly on wheat Wylin' out, makin' hot shit to hot beats From Ohio to Poughkeepsie From Phoenix to NC From Cali to DC Love it when the pressure falls righ on me Love it when God keeps on overlookin' Do a tight show so promoters keep bookin' We do it all for the love y'all Yeah, we do it all for the love y'all We get the paper but it's still for the love y'all From the heart inside of the heart y'all we do it, we do it all for the love y'all For real, for the love, for the love y'all All my peoples in the ghettos, for the love y'all All my peoples all around, for the love y'all For the love love For my crews bomb, where my peoples still at If they call me and I don't call back For weeks at a time, love is still intact Let's be big about it, and realize the fact Love it, when the underdog comes through Ghetto revalizer, overthrow these rules Love it, when I get spared another day Used to drink zay while my niggas weighed yay Love it, when I gain control over this Life is really bigger than the rolly on my wrist Got a twist to this shit and the answer's inside Sho as the world's small and the missisipi's wide Had to rock a vest over unchoosed fest Now I see people rockin' theirs in jets Love it when my loved one really hold me down Brand new flight and I'm takin' off ground We do it all for the love y'all Check it out, we do it all for the love y'all For the love y'all, for the love y'all For the love, for the love y'all We get the paper but it's still for the love y'all Yo, we do it all for the love y'all For everybody, for the love for the love y'all Weither white, black, Spanish, ain't a thug y'all Yeah, we givin' y'all this shit, the love y'all Just the love inside of the heart y'all Yeah, for the love for the love y'all Yeah, (for the love for the love y'all till fade) |
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Yo! We about to rock this joint, from the family. And
we want ya'll all to know, that it's time... *To rock rock ya'll Freak freak ya'll To the beat ya'll It's unique ya'll *Repeat A-yo praise the master, make plans wit' your pastor My rap'll blast ya, send you to the hereafter I push a tractor, for horses grazin' in the pasture Ya heard I was trickin', the whole room filled with laughter In ciphers, I'm the one you don't rhyme after You only know half of the math, it don't add up The lead batter, my hits make ya frame shatter Watch me now! Just begun like Jimmy Castor I'm bad luck just like walkin' under ladders Mad rappers, book of life, last chapter Me and my squad build just like contractors I break shit, you only give hairline fractures Women flash us, don't know ya better ask us A bastard, wit' more contacts than Lens Crafters Tear down the rafters, venerials couldn't clap us You need practice, hit chicks then I'm Casper The church of scientology, feminine biology Manic depressive psychologically, A.D.D. alive and we Polluted by technology, the fumes and its ecology While your thought you was out of copy I get nastier than sodomy Probably an oddesey, started back on robbery Was the degree of the economy that do the sovereignty Regarded as a prodigy, leery in sociology Let the wallabees always conceal my gynecology Rhymin' pathologically, that's how it gotta be! Never makin' no apology, worshippin' my anthropology Fuck modesty, studyin' microbiology Causin' verbal lobotomy, it's in my geneology Six months of sobriety, movin' very methodically Like a unicorn, more ways than oceanography Guard technology, rip shows antibiotically True thugs bionically, give birth to criminology Yo as a youngin', I swear to God you couldn't tell me nothin' I swore I was gettin' somethin', clothes or humpin' For girls with the church, slacks with some shirts tucked in I set it up for money, my mom worked when I was cuttin' Unsigned strugglin', for the heat I lit the oven One would by the CD, the other would do the dubbin' Before I met Rob, I was in the clubs frontin' Oh yeah I know the Tip, when I see him I be duckin' But now when I'm clubbin', those that used to dis were buggin' Overweight chicks, spandex, they stomachs sucked in Stay interruptin', dance and try to cut in Told people you got in free when you really snuck in We never get concerned about who's in the league We just stay workin' so no one will need An unconcerned outsider givin' niggaz feed My niggaz puff weed but negotiate the seed The family is granite and you can't intercede I try to switch lanes at this operatin' speed Cats in the game be gamblin' with greed We the house, you the player and we gonna catch these Who's the Sam Sneed makin' microphones bleed Poker face creed while my mind just read Shorty got rhythm but her freak got freed That's insignificant but this take heed They say I'm pretty like Clay is, bright like the day is Beats from my fleet be sweet like Sugar Ray is I'm swingin' this from Bay Ridge to where the Oakland Bay is My game is tough to play, I'm tough to weigh like your safe is The aim is, to make you recognize what the name is Mos Def gon' set it straight from where the 718 is The place with the great superiginate the flavors An all-star block with some all-star laymans (Turn the music down!) This is probably some haters Achin' cuz they hear us rotatin' on the playlist From B-boy laces to Detroit gators Yo Tip I got to bail, where the scale? Help me weigh this... Yo! We want ya'll to know...that this is the family, right? And what we want everybody out there to do...on the dance floor... is get ready...because noooowwwwww we gonna... *Repeat (x6) |
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| 16. |
| 5:18 |
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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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| 17. |
| 4:22 |
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This is the Lone Ranger
If you're one of the fortuante to purchase this A Tribe Called Quest, The Love Movement album You are privliged to witness the first in a series of attempts To rectify music from it's rectulness Again, this is the Lone Ranger with his first installment Money Maker, Listen! Colder in the winter And hotter in the summer Get on up Get on up Live your life right when you be corrupt Volcano about to erupt Get it up, Get it up, Get it up Got the motivating joints that keep your ass jumping Why when a nigga get on, you want something Yo I got the posinious traps for little rats that fiend In come the bedroom dream Kick it at a slow or at a quick tempo A ladies' disposition won't fuck with the mental I'm built for conflicts with chicks with issues I can lick the wounds bring ease with miss yous Bringin' all the pain and makin' things shiver The beat make you bite your nails and shit your liver And we gonna give a encore performance Haters seem doormant while my presence is enormous Tarnations, I went gold Streesed out with Faith but told cats to get a hold Who is the nigga who's mic is stronger Rock for an hour and he might rock longer Kid you're perplexed, seems I better get to gongin' The clean up man, hang you up like on and Don't step in the arena, that's a stern warning I'm the pops, I raise the sun like morning Seems you're still sleeping, hey, stop the yawning Open up the blinds and witness the dawning The new application and I'm the applier And I'm a set it off like fire Yeah yeah, that's where it's at Make it hot and phat and like Puff (I like that) Now I got to urge you on to move ahead Don't dread, 'cause I keep the stock in the shed And if you need a boost, then I got the jump Because we prone to make the party go bump bump bump bump bump bump bump Where you is, if you the baby daddy then uplift the kids Get back and plan, don't be on front flossin' Incognito, you heard the name quite often You dressed in black and been issued a coffin I thrive on this plain, you off to the lost one Like cayon pepper, it gets hot to the better From each little dash it get the whole smash It's tasty too, so satisfy your whole pallid Fake ID's are revoked, they're invalid Infractin' bodies out on the dance floor Is what I wanna see, not less but much more The lyrics just spewed, he got good reviews The kid made the news, how he left no clues On how he just murderlized the whole damn jam He just got results that's smiles and waved hands The mission could never be accomplished, however Until we bounce to a autumn where hot weather And still we'll be able to rock and rip crowds While other emcees say nuthin' and talk loud While other emcees say nuthin' and talk loud If you with the Tribe, chest out and be proud Shake your money maker (3x) Shake it, shake it x4 Shake your money maker (2x) |
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*Hot Sex on a fly like x8
Ayo who wanna pull on Phifer long time no hear from Suckers walkin' around talking about they could get some But that pop is non cypher, no can do And if you think I'm a dope, then ask the other crew And I proceed to let you know, exactly how to flow I'm not Lawn Doctor so just step off with the hoe Oops my mistake I didn't know you went with her Should I run down the line of the all the kids that done hit her Don't be bitter, I hear that honey resembles a critter I heard she likes the two on one like my man John Ritter But back to the subject you can't catch wreck You must get respect, to earn respect Suckers think they could herb me cuz know I where specks You're full of jokes, but you your name ain't flex I got the riches, the bitches, I'm large like a Huxtable You think you're all that but you're girl's quite doable Yeah, I'm tellin' you G, to back up off me I'm not a mad cohort, but I'm not Mr. Softee Rappin' is an art, coming straight from the heart So forget the chart because the action can start *Repeat (x8) ... where ya at? To all my peoples with the funk I'm the undercover brother dump your hoe in the trunk Save all the sad songs and the tearjerkers Niggaz step up it's the lyrical worker The poems that I create ain't in paper back books The poems that I create are for hookers and the crooks My mental is excelling cuz I dabble in the books I'm not the one to front on, so suboops-suboops Yo I gets the pickens, I'm such a damn Dickens If you step to this then the plot just thickens I'll run you around the track like a bunny and a dog To me, your just another MC on the log A link on the chain, fluid on the brain I boast of hype lyrics, and yours are mardane See I can't maintain, especially if you come back I'm the lyrical master blaster, yeah I can do that I can also do your girl, so leave the hoe at home Cuz when I get done, I'll have her strung on bones It's the no-joke pressure, that elevates my mind Makes me pick up and go when it's time to drop a rhyme My title is locked, the Abstract poetic I'm in the idle mode but my energy's kinetic So smooth and debonair, especially for the ear Gotta keep my thing in gear cuz it's evident and clear That I will rock, rock, rock [fades away] *Repeat (x8) |
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| 4:02 |
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*Oh My God x16
Listen up everybody the bottom line I'm a black intellect, but unrefined With precision like a bullet, target bound Just livin like a hooker, the harlett sounds Now when I say the harlett, you know I mean the hot Heat in the equator, the brothers in the pot Jalick, Jalick ya wind up ya hip Draftin of the poets, I'm the #7 pick Licks, licks, licks boy on your backside Licks, licks, licks boy on your backside Listen to the fader, Shaheed lets it glide Tip the earthly body Heaven's on my side Even in Santo Domingo Can I gotta Gringo Yo, we got mics, when do we go? Know a little nigga who can ryhme when you ask me Short, dark, and plus his voice is raspy 1 for the treble, 2 for the bass You know the style Tip, now watch me rip this I like my beats harder than two day old shit Steady eatin booty MCs like cheese grits My man Al B. Sure, he's in effect mode Used to have a crush on Dawn from En Vogue It's not like honey dip would wanna get with me But just in case I own more condoms than TLC Now the formula is this...Me, Tip, and Ali For those who can't count it goes 1-2-3 The answer...big up is how I be Brothas find it's hard to do, but never me Some brothas try to dis Malik You see'm catchin me Don't worry about them booty MCs, my shit be hittin Trainin gladiator, anti-hesitator Shaheed push the fader from here to Granada Mister energetic Who me, sound pathetic? When's the last time you heard a funky diabetic? I don't know man (3x) I don't know (2x) *Repeat (x16) Complimentary it be The thief of Poetry I got a humdinger comin hook, line and sinker The TIMBO hits with the prints underground TIMBO's on the toes, i like the way it's goin down Down like the lady of the evenin When it goes in hun just beleive the sin Cuz Queens is the county, Jamaica is the place (Phife: Take off your boots cuz you can't run the race) See, this is how we do when we keep it on and on Do what... Got my man Big Mo with the streets and the papes My man Big Mo with the streets and caprice This is how we do when we keep the wildin sheets Cuz we got to do it like this, we aim to please See ya next LP and next CD and next cassette Yo, we about to jet We A Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders See ya next time cuz we the Midnight Marauders A yo, we out cuz we the Midnight Marauders Go to the record store and get the shit We work hard We A Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders Queens got it's own and Brooklyn got it's own Like that |
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| 4:19 |
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Woo...Grand groove, grand groove (2X)
Rough, rough, rugged Tough like a nugget Listen to the Abstract Poetic, don't snub it The Midnight Marauder is the hype beat arranger Don't front on the lyrics or the two cuz it's danger Hook you like a junkie, you'll flip like a monkey To the openness of the rhythm, so proceed because I'm funky I get down, down like a fly hooker's panties Make you catch a spirit and motivate a fanny I be the fly poet, rappers, they get jelly Upset when I rock, cuz yo, they beats is smelly See, I got it goin on like a Forbes tax return Listenin to these lyrics when it's hot will make it burn Baby burn, baby burn, up into the heavens The skies up above, the one you think of Is the highly regarded, hell of the people Your mic and my mic? Come on, yo, no equal So if ya wanna do it to yourself That is to mess around with the jazz, then just blame yourself Cuz you made your bed, so now you lay in it That's your (shit) on the floor, then go and play in it I refuse to catch a 'L' in a battle Cuz yo, I got the jazz and I'll whup a rapper's (ass) Into little next to nuthin Test me if I'm frontin I'm passin flyin colors cuz yo... Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz) (7x) We've got the jazz Come on Come on, Phife No need for introductions cuz you know who I be (the Phife Dawg) Yep, the one who loves to slaugher MCs I got style, grace and razamatazz I'm like my girl Patrice Rushen, yo I add pizazz, now Most people remember Phife from the Phife like smoothness But now it's time to hit you with roughneck rudeness I'm still vexed, fuming, gots to come raw The first punk that tries to flex, I'll be cracking your jaw I'll mold you, fold you, roll you up like a spliff Don't ever try to test or else that (ass) will get whipped I'm forever poppin junk, its like a fat invite To any MC who wants to flex, yo, we can do this tonight Gel up my posse up on Linden and 1-9-2 Pull up my brothas from Sayers Ave., the Brooklyn Zoo All my crew up in Strong Island, so yo, don't sleep Cuz it only takes a peek to watch that (ass) get beat Brothas wanna play rough, but they can all get some Wanna be hero, but you're a zero, that means you gets none Don't ever try to step to a kid you can't get with Why mess with a brotha that your girl once slept with? I'm a negro, he's a negro, wanna be a negro too? But beatin on a woman, is somethin that a puss would do I love jazz, but that doesn't mean that I'm timid Not really a gangsta rapper but I can swing it for a minute Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz) (3x) Come on x2 I go...woo...grand groove, grand groove Ooh...grand groove, grand groove Check it out We got the jazz y'all (3x) (Ad Libs) |
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