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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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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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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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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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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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(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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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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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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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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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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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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