Yo, you know what? I might not always say the right thing But I say what the fuck I feel On the real What the deal
Knawmean? World's greatest five-footer back up in yo shit Check it Let me ask you
[VERSE 1] Who these cats lookin punanny-ish? For those who don't understand: that's some vagina shit I think I'm lost, yo, tell me what you're dealin with? Niggas' rhymes be watered down like porn star clitoris It's so ridiculous, you're soundin hideous Talkin tough, but be dressin on some wussy shit Tight see-through shirt, on some hard nipple shit Fake Versace shades while all up in the club and shit Fake Rolex, it'll change the color of your arm and shit Sports bras, halter tops, what the fuck is this? Dudes be brought up just to sell some records? SHIT Then wanna be voice of the streets, you see this bullshit? Wait - if you gon' half-step in hip-hop, you need to stop This here remains in the street, play puss, you're gettin fucked Go 'head, play yourself with them ho-like hooks Sing ballads if it's all about the Maxwell look Mack make-up with a pair of [brand name] thinkin you're cute Fubu suit with Steve Madden boots make me wanna puke Phat Farm shorts with a garder belt, lookin like a whore Or a purple bandana cause it matches your shaw? Now tell me, what you rhymin for? This shit is all about flows, fuck a fashion show Hip-Hop 101, Professor Diggy, yo And if you want it laid back, call Kenny Lattimore No disrespect to these men, cause I like R&B But right here in my class we gonnna emcee It's all about the zhigge-zhigge, yeah, the scratch 'n cut Graffiti art, jammin in the park, holdin your nuts Muthafuckas, I am hip-hop, I walk hip-hop, I talk hip-hop I need hip-hop, I lust hip-hop, I love hip-hop B-Boy round the clock, doin it non-stop
Flawless Diggy gon' hit you with the rawness Pass me the mic and I'ma scorch it And when mi done with it, mi just toss it But never force it My shit is flawless Mutty Ranks hit you with the rawness Pass me the mic and I'ma scorch it And when mi done with it, mi just toss it But never force it
[VERSE 2] Peep the Groove Attack ensemble, we about to fly high Fuck majors, we independent like the 4th of July (Why?) I guess we didn't really share the same vision But it was their decision Them fuckers just wouldn't listen But now look who's bitchin While Phifey cuts with precision It's my ass they're kissin Don't worry 'bout what I'm shippin As for Jive, I know they hate on how I blow up the spot How quickly they forget what got they ass to the top What they figure, I bust my ass to feed they dirty-ass kids? Get the fuck out of here, fuck am I, Britney Spears? These cats'll turn you against your brethren if you let em, and how It's the reason me and my former partner don't talk now Communication is the key, capital word be unity These folks will guide you to your grave, then come and read the eulogy Independent like Philly, majors can't do shit for me but suck mi toe Go find a MC with some half-assed flow But I understand these styles, they just quickly endin now Forever wantin to play games, but guess what, I'm not a child For the new breed of MC's: learn to own your shit, gee Stay black, keep it real, purchase at [Name] Fuck a waiting to exhale, Malik is at once released While all you so-called CEO's and A&R's get impeached Say Fudge - you shoulda never let me off the damn leash
Ha-ha Arrrf! Now break it down now I am hip-hop, I sleep hip-hop, I want hip-hop I love hip-hop, I lust hip-hop, I need hip-hop B-Boy round the clock, doin it non-stop
And I'm Flawless Diggy gon' hit you with the rawness
Miscellaneous shit baby, meanin.. I'll make you wanna..
[Hook] Rock to the joint, roll up a joint Bust shots to the joint, Spike Lee to the joint Bounce to the joint, screw to the joint (Say what?) Yeah, you know it's on point (uh huh)
Just vibe to the joint, ride to the joint Bump 'n grind to the joint, then skate to the joint Now slide to the joint, act wild with a joint Huh, once again it's on point, come on (here we go!)
[Verse One: Phife Dawg] Party over here, fuck y'all over there Drinks on Malik, ya live once, I don't care Love the night life like Sonny love Cher Bound to take a shorty home, put her ass in the air Look at Miss Thingy, I heard she type pissy One that'll have simple ways, that'll block and get busy Fat Joe, Pun said it's all about trizzies Spit the game in her ear, in the coatcheck chick Had to give it to her, came out, pull out my zipper Now I'm like "WHOA" cause her come my baby father Shit money big, now I think I'm gonna need back up He walked right next to me and smacked her ass up WHOO that's a close one, here let me bounce Third floor, gotta see who else is in the house Up north, reppin with these chicks from down South Shorty sippin Hennesey, singin 'put it in your mouth'
[Hook] Rock to the joint, roll to the joint Bust shots to the joint, Spike Lee to the joint Bounce to the joint, screw to the joint Uh, you know it's on point (no doubt)
Vibe to the joint, ride to the joint Bump 'n grind to the joint, unwind to the joint Slide to the joint, act wild to the joint (yeah) You know it's on point, c'mon!
[Verse Two: Phife Dawg] On towards chillin, now we at the after party Com' Sense, Mos Def, fuck it - everybody! Fuck chillin at the tele, I'm scoopin me a hottie Chillin load of girls, and those shorties lookin sloppy Came to the door, made the dancefloor wild Shorties "Sayin My Name" like Destiny's Child (aah) So I just smile, get em thirsty like 'ow' I know I'm type foul, trippy steady on a pile Eyes wide open like a motherfuckin owl Who's this tig bitty chick with the Colgate smile? Said her name was Tafy, with nose by to act me Straight from St. Louis, said she'd love to do me Smacked on her ass as if she worked at Big Skippy Wanted to give my neck a hicky, but something 'bout her's tricky Looked at the bar, oh shit it couldn't be! The J to the A to the N to the E You don't understand? Ask EPMD! Thinkin to myself, goddammit why me? Thinkin to myself, goddammit why me? Thinkin to myself, goddammit why me?
[Hook] Rock to the joint, roll to the joint Bust shots to the joint, Spike Lee to the joint Bounce to the joint, screw to the joint Uh, you know it's on point (no doubt)
Now vibe to the joint, ride to the joint Bump 'n grind to the joint, unwind to the joint Slide to the joint, act wild to the joint You know it's on point (no doubt, no doubt)
[Outro] You know it's on point (no doubt) You know it's on point (no doubt) You know it's on point (on point..)
[VERSE 1] Growin up I used to use the Afro Sheen Knicks and Lakers was my favorite basketball teams Underground MC, but I can bring it mainstream Rap style being seen like muthafuckin Tom Greene In the immortal words of Rakim, I'm a microphone fiend Trini say 'yes, Jamaica say 'seen' (Hold it down) gotta hold it down for Queens (Recognize) (my name is Phife) People still takin rappin for a joke All they know is chips, whips, dank, hoes and smoke What we need is raw peoples who will practice they craft Goin hard to the extreme, why would you go half-assed? Call me the Cal Ripken of the industry (Carl who?) Seen rappers shine, as well as seen some hang their head in misery No matter what whoever said, I stuck with it Stay committted, hence the reason competition stay gettin shitted On - what - I've held shit in for so long (Go 'head, Phife, get your man on) Reminiscin 'bout them school lunch tables I used to bang on Run-D.M.C. at M.S.G. gettin they shine on Knowin one day I'd get that chance, yo And the reward wasn't just dough, it was when people hit the danceflo' A way with culture lyrics or shorties singin "Can I kick it?" Yeah, that's the ticket, go 'head, show me your Tribe spirit Man listen, I'm here to tell it Success was bound to come, how I know? I can smell it Phife be sharper than an arrow Equivalent to Pete Rock or Primo collectin vinyl Cause it's all about the love, yo Battle whoever whenever, let's get it on, yo Bust that ass like no tomorrow Just to keep the flows up to par But nowadays none of you maggots would like to spar But here I are, 10 years in the cut Five albums, did three of em dope, two of them ( *disgusted sound* ) - and such and such But like they say, a true champ, he always rises Phife Dawg, Da LP, full of surprises
(Lemme find out) Y'all niggas ain't got no clout (Lemme find out) Y'all niggas got my name in your mouth (Lemme find out) Them labels lately puttin shit out (Lemme find out) Ah-ha (Lemme find out) Ah-ha (Lemme find out) You want me to come blow up the spot (Lemme find out) Y'all niggas is all in the cot (Lemme find out) You don't know about Pete Rock (Lemme find out) Ah-ha (Lemme find out) Ah-ha (Lemme find out)
[VERSE 2] On my way to the club better known as One-Tweezy Where you find them fake ballers and some hoes lookin sleazy The place where robbin a nigga is so easy Same club where strippers go, I think I found one to ease me 1:30 in the morning, taking it easy This one dude's all in my shit, for a sec I thought I had tits, gee I overheard him saying that my rap style was pussy I'm nothin on my own, the rest were better without me I couldn't comprehend, he said it under his breath But when I did, no hesitation, to my business I stepped What you say? Excuse me? Pardon? Oh, don't be a bitch, sucker Now you wanna act shy? You know my name, muthafucka Straight pussy nigga, oh now it's what, you don't know? Believe me man, you can get that ass bust for sho' Just because a nigga rappin, what you think it can't happen? What the deal, you wanna dance? We can get straight to scrappin Hm, I'm sayin Pete, you know the drilly, black (No doubt, son) New York is to the fullest, we don't know how to act But on a professional level, should I deal with this? Like the Goodie Mob say, I'm too real for this Work too muthafuckin hard for this, used to lie, cheat, steal for this An innovator when it comes to this Feed my fam with this, put clothes on they back with this Bust my ass to be a part of this Livin my life with this Makin people straight rejoicin this Aw fuck it, I'm so nice with this I make your broad drop her drawers for this Slit her wrist for this, and now what, punk, bitch But fuck it yo, I ain't trippin I know a asshole when I see one, just don't get caught slippin So what the fuck now, nigga? Yo, suck on ???? right here, in my pants, behind my zipper
(Lemme find out) Y'all niggas ain't got no clout (Lemme find out) Y'all niggas got my name in your mouth (Lemme find out) Them labels lately puttin shit out (Lemme find out) What (Lemme find out) What (Lemme find out) You want me to come blow up the spot (Lemme find out) Y'all niggas is all in the cot (Lemme find out) You don't know about Pete Rock (Lemme find out) Ah (Lemme find out) Ah (Lemme find out)
Yo 2000 2001, 2, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 Till 2000-bombaclaat-30 Ya hear me Live life Live long Stay strong I'm out (No doubt, son)
Yo, it's Mutty Ranks in the place (Mutty Rankin') But in the immortal words of Shabba Ranks (Where are the girls?) We got some sweet, we got some foul I'm about to break it down, check it out, let me know
Are you ready? (WHAT!) Are you ready for this? Do you like it? (WHAT!) Do you like it like this? Are you ready? (WHAT!) Are you ready for this? Do you like it? (WHAT!) Do you like it like this? Are you ready? (WHAT!) Are you ready for this? Do you like it? (WHAT!) Do you like it like this? Are you ready? (WHAT!) Are you ready for this? Do you like it? (WHAT!)
Yo, as I cruise through this ATL town, my eyes brown Chillin', freshly dipped when I get down Jarobi, tell 'em 'bout the puppy named Mutts Like lifestyles galore in case a chick wanna hump me I'm rough with mine, tell me who's rougher Makin' honeys express theyself like Salt-N-Pepa Not sayin' that sex makes everything better But if all else fails, I'mma fuck that tail Now watch out now, damn look at your trunk We could take it to the rest right now and get it crunk Sing "Shorty Swing It My Way", it's only right Turn the door, now walk it in and see the real sign of life Fuck a Phife, I'm on some Shawn Micheal shit tonight On some Five Foot Freak shit, or I don't eat shit But if you act right and you ain't about games Then my screwin' can be longer than Nina's last name Now tell me somethin' good before I hang up your friend Free humps and I'm out there if the shit is mad lame Mad lame (mad lame) mad lame (mad lame) Free humps and I'm out there if the shit is mad lame
When it comes to skins ain't no shame on my game Mutty orders you to (BEND OVER!) You can't live with them, you just can't live with them So don't waste my time, just (BEND OVER!) Now if you frontin' on the tail, then you get the cold shoulder Diggy orders you to (BEND OVER!) Girl, you are not gettin' younger, you are just gettin' older So hurry up your ass and (BEND OVER!) BEYATCH!
Are you ready? (WHAT!) Are you ready for this? Do you like it? (WHAT!) Do you like it like this? Now are you ready? (WHAT!) Are you ready for this? Do you like it? (WHAT!) Do you like it like this? Are you ready? (WHAT!) Are you ready for this? Do you like it? (WHAT!) Do you like it like this? Now are you ready? (WHAT!) Are you ready for this? Do you like it? (WHAT!)
Forever in the jam where the diss be lookin' laced Dancin' to the tunes of Cool J and Babyface Me and my crew, no doubt we in the place Ass everywhere, (Yeah son, this place is great) Bumped into this cutie, damn boo you lookin' straight Checked her backyard, can I guard that with a gate? Slim trim, brown skin, what's your name? ('Salina Kate') Where you from? ('Trinidad, but I live here in the States') 'It's only been three months but I'm searching for a mate Word 'round town is you love to penetrate' Of coarse, baby girl, what's the deal, you want a taste? A stain is on your brain that could never be erased 'Sounds good Mr. Phifer, but I hear that's the case Your style be so super that you should wear a cape I love the way you sound on all five of your tapes Plus you're always on the job like Mr. Slate' Of coarse her best friend just has to player hate And being who I am watch the Phifey hesitate On dissing her ass, yo Jay, look at her face Her motherfuckin' voice got way too much bass Now back your ass up off me and give me my space You know your fuckin' breath smell like chemical waste Not to mention that ass, it be way overweight Keep that ass out of Wendy's and lay off them shakes Now back to you Salina, damn I admire your shape 'FUCK YOU! Mr. Ranks you just dissed my date' Now what I'm supposed, scratch my head and ask why You know that rug munchin's at an all-time high Now all these chicks today are just hot hot hot And me and my crew just wanna get hind, watch I won't hold it against you the things that you do I'll just have you know that I'm a lesbian too So wiggle your ass here and swing over them titties If you need to pay bills take your ass to Magic City No need to act shitty, you're so so saditty If you need to pay bills then take your ass to Magic City, what what
All you're lookin' for all this time, money Well ain't got enough time to take You can't run game on a gamer! You can't run game on a gamer! It's Phife Diggy (What) I gets busy (What) Blowin' up the spot (What) Givin' back shots (Ooh! Ooh!) J.U.S. (What) You know you can't test (What) Blowin' up the spot (What) Givin' back shots (Ooh! Ooh!)
When it comes to skins ain't no shame on my game Mutty orders you to (BEND OVER!) I'll fuck in a Land Cruiser or a Range Rover Diggy orders you to (BEND OVER!) Now if you frontin' with your ass, then you get the cold shoulder Diggy orders you to (BEND OVER!) You are not gettin' younger, you are just gettin' older So hurry up your ass and (BEND OVER!)
Like that y'all, to the beat y'all Freak freak y'all, so sweat y'all My name's Malik y'all, style's unique y'all No doubt y'all, I come through y'all Tribe all y'all. Phife Diggy y'all On the ball y'all And all these bitches on the way get the balls y'all Phife Diggy but I never fall out Slum Villy, got to bend over What what what what, all over Detroit Michigan, down in Angeles in CA Fuck that we don't play round my way Long Island, we whilin' Yugoslavia, no doubt I'm Slav-in' 'em
[Intro] Say you wanna be a fly emcee (Uh-huh) But can you really fuck with Phife Diggy (Hell no) You claim about how you get much bank But Money can you fuck with Mutt Ranks I be the emcee with the illest styles Cause on the microphone I get buckwild Haha! Yeah, fuck that Bassline, yo hit me
[Verse One] Check it, I'm shittin' on rappers this year Who the fuck claims they want some of this here (I dunno) Go ahead, show your face, shall I crush your shit now Say a smidgeon of a word and I bust your shit down How dare you stand in my face with that old nonsense Toys 'R' Us lyrics, yo fuck that (?) concept I back-smack niggas that claim to be the hardest Say the word battle and I'll gladly do the honors Now for the past, I guess you heard me on some wild shit Never had a chance to do some wild out shit B&S and folks I know were on some bitch-like shit So debt to label, on top of that, shady cats is the management I made a vow, no more gettin' penetrated Fuck that old happy shit, peep the style that's demonstrated Right here nigga, let's just be real nigga I know cats be actin' funny, you can go figure What the fuck, you thought the Diggy was a pussy nigga Or better yet (What!) I ain't have it in me nigga Man please, I wax emcees of all types and variations While you jerk artists and put out bogus compilations When shit hit the fan, niggas go on vacation Or wanna join the Nation [Q-Tip:] "Phifey why's you hatin'" Yo fuck the clowns Frank, yo peep the bullshit they makin' They fakin', look at all the talent they wastin' Now every artist on the roster, you know they straight fuckin' prankin' No more of that will Phife be takin', it's money time! Like Heather B I'm takin' mine, and that's my word I'm more anxious than Ginuwine, I straight get on some M.O.P meanin' blast a nine, Once again for two-thou Mutty ain't refined, while two of our fakers from beyond The motherfuckin' sign, and to whom it may concern Kiss my never-mind, you couldn't hear the first time? Well nigga press rewind, the fuck y'all thought? Diggy Dawg wouldn't get his shine, yo let me find out they corny You know that ass is mine, and if you'd like to see me I ain't too hard to find, just e-mail me at (Three W dot kiss my behind and suck my Testes dot com) And I'll gladly show you maggots Why you laid the bomb, it's true Phife, yo fuck that Money I'm just gettin' warm, to whom it may concern FUCK THAT! It's on! uh uh it's on! uh uh It's on! it's on! uh uh it's on!
[Chorus x2] It's ventilation! I gotta air some things out I know a few understand what I'm talkin' about Hold that! Take that with you! Take that with you! Hold that! Hold that! Take that with you! Take that with you! Hold that!
[Verse Two] Phife Diggy got these rappers feelin' uneasy Physically and mentally they say they wanna emcee, but it ain't meant to be I discredit all jerks, full force 'Til they discover who's the man, which leads me to this next discourse I'm so disquited with hiphop, cause yo it's disgraceful Disinfect all of you roaches, clean 'em up, Lord thank you What we need is discipline, all of these rappers don't trifle Sould I just join. I can't do that cause I'm a hiphop disciple Standin' next to Bambataa, holdin' fort is how we do Those who disrespect the culture, (What!) we seein' you Disfigure you! (Disfigure you!) Discard you! (Discard you!) These shiney emcees know the flavor, they get disfavored So from now on my brethren use your discretion Don't fuck yourself and if you do I hope your usin' protection How many you murdered on your album, or is that just for attention? These labels got y'all like Muppets so I'ma play Jimmy Henson Mutt Dawg for two-thou, makin' moves like George Jetson See every dog has his day, so this year no half-steppin' To hear Phife Diggy on the mic, yes sir it's such a blessin' Now get the fuck out my session, you punk bitch!
[Intro] You know what We been through so much together When I first got down In like seventy-nine Pre-Tribe During Tribe, post-Tribe It's all gravy, can't let you go
[Verse One] Used to think this game was a fairytale, until I met you Never into bullshit, you were happy being you My face would just glow anytime you walked past Makin' a brotha jitter every time our eyes clashed You were cooler than cool, smarter than most Which made the Five-Footer get closer than close And to our ten year bond, I have to give a toast Cause the way that I feel, yo it ain't no joke You got a brotha feelin' high like Busta-Bus when he smokes And I ain't no weedhead so I might just choke But if you make a power move and decide to be around Then word to Flipmode, I'll smoke a whole damn pound From Trini to Atlanta, (Yes) I'll romance you Take you to ecstasy anytime I get the chance to And I can rock you all night if you want me to So what you wanna do? (Come on!)
[Phife: w/ scratched hook by Butta L] No Doubt "Rock the mic" - Phife Dawg "Microphone" - Rakim Phife Dawg, Pete Rock "Rock the mic" "Microphone" This is how it go down when a Trini and a Jamaican get together "Rock the mic" "Microphone" "Rock the mic" "Rock the mic"
[Verse Two] I got a love jones for your body and your skin tone Unplug the phone, we needs to be all alone Tourin' straight for eight months, which means you cant front And you know, and I know, I gots what you want Never cuff you at the top, I tried to stop You see I get after lock, when the crowd starts to rock This one dyme up front started doin' the walk The way she licked her lips it made a brotha real hot She had the grill of Nia Long, smile of Stacy Dash Front of Lisa Carson with the Mary Blige Ooh! My friends be laughin' hard cause I lable you as fam But they don't understand you have made me who I am And at the end of the day, yo we'll have the last laugh My boo's about to have twins, so we gots to get the cash But as long as I live, that's my word, I'mma be there For you, you, besides I love you, Mwoi!
[Phife: w/ scratched hook by Butta L] Come on "The mic" - Phife Dawg "Microphone" - Rakim Uh, bob your head to this "The mic" "Microphone" Get on the dance floor "The mic" "Microphone" And go for yours "Microphone" "The mic"
[Verse Three] See when the label started frontin' you were always there When the management was frontin' you were always there There were times when I felt the group had want to replace me Whether I'm right or wrong you were there to embrace me When you have too many sheets in one tent, how can you represent? Shit be bugged, but you were there to show me love That's when I kindly picked you up and moved to ATL My attitude was like, whatever, might as well go for South Guess they felt I wasn't worth it, didn't feel like Phifey had it But now who's movin' units, motherfuckin' silly rabbits? Peace to the few who had my back For the fakers in my clique, fuck you, that's that Life has really been worth living since I found you, true And there's nothing in this world that Malik won't do You're my latest and my greatest inspiration, true I put this on my granny bible, I would die for you, uh
[Scratched hook by Butta L] "Rock the mic" - Phife Dawg "Microphone" - Rakim "Rock the mic" "Microphone" "Rock the mic" "Microphone" "Rock the mic" "Rockin' the mic" - KRS-One "WHAT!" - Leaders Of The New School "Rockin' the mic" "WHAT!" "Rockin' the mic" "Rockin' the mic" "WHAT!" "Rockin' the mic" "WHAT!" "Rockin' the mic" "WHAT!" "WHAT!" "Rockin' the mic" "WHAT!" "Rockin' the mic" "WHAT!" "Rockin' the mic" "WHAT!" "Rockin' the mic" "WHAT!" "Rockin' the mic" "WHAT!" "Rockin' the mic" "Rockin' the mic" "Rockin' the mic" "WHAT!"
*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 (x2)
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
*Repeat
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 don't 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 didn't 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!
Linden boulevard represent, represent Tribe called quest represent, represent When the mic is in my hand, i'm never hesitant My favourite jam back in the day was eric b. for president
Rude boy composer Step to me you're over Brothers wanna flex Youre not mad cobra Mc short and black There aint no other Trini-born black like mia longs grandmother Tip and sha they all that, phife-dawg ditto Honey tell your man to chill, or else you'll be a widow Did not you know that my styles are top-dollar? The five-foot assassin knockin fleas off his collar Hip-hop scholar since bein knee-high to a duck The height of mugsy bogues, complexion of a hockey puck You better ask somebody on how we flip the script Come to a tribe show and watch the three kids rip
[q-tip] Queens is in the house represent, represent A tribe called quest represent, represent No tamin of the style cuz it gets irreverent A tribe called quest represent, represent
Huh-huh, here we go You know that i'm the rebel Throwin out the wicked like god did the devil Funky like your grandpas drawers, dont test me We in like that, youre dead like presley When we comin through get tickets to see me We work for the paper so therell never be a preemie Lyrics are abundant cuz we got it by the mass Egos are all idle cuz the music is the task Valenzuela on the pitch, curveball, catch it I think i got it locked, just smooth while i latch it Right Now i must move with the quickness Here comes shaheed so we must bear the witness
Chorus
Stir it up x3 Steve biko
Stir it up x3 Steve biko
Verse 2
[phife] New york city represent, represent A tribe called quest represent, represent The dawg is scientific with the styles i invent A tribe called quest represent, represent
Mcs like to meddle, but heres my proposition I let my lyrics flow, and jumped your whole position I'm radical with this like the man this song is after Yo tip settle down, whats the reason for the laughter?
[q-tip] I really cant say, i guess i laugh to keep from cryin So much goin on, people killin, people dyin But i wont dwell on that, i think i'll elevate my mental Thanks for these bars on the biko instrumental
[phife] Yo i take it back, im the indian giver Mcs take notes as i stand and deliver Percussion isnt less, d's wear the vest While they dodgin bullets, you should be dodgin quest Dont get me wrong, violence is not our forte I just like to rhyme, kick the lyric skills like pele Tip educateem, my rhymes are strictly taboo Fill em with some fantasies and i'll look out like tattoo
[q-tip]
Okay I am recognizing that the voice inside my head Is urging me to be myself but never follow someone else Because opinions are like voices We all have a different kind So just clean out all of your ears These are my views and you will find that We revolutionize over the kick and the snare The ghetto vocalist is on a state-wide tear Soon to be the continent and then the freakin globe Theres room for it all as we mingle at the ball We welcome competion cuz it doesnt make one lazy or worn We gotta work hard, you know the damn card Try to be the fattest is the level that we strive Try to be the fattest also to stay alive
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
Went to carvel to get a milk shake This honey ripped me off of my loot case The car oh yeah there's money in my jacket Somebody broke into my ride and cold macked it Yo tip i tell you man the devil's trying it But i'm goin to stay strong cause i ain't bying it Tonight i'm taking sherry out I don't have jack to wear You know i've got to look dipped in the freshest gear Cool i found something so i ironed it I think i caught up on the phone Oh shit i'm trying it Will someone tell me what did i do to deserve this? I think i'll pull out my super ? and serve this My little brother wants barney, cool i'm getting it Took him down to kay-bee, they ain't sellin it Here we go with the crying, yo he's throwing fits My blood pressure blowing up, i can't take this shit Finally got what he wanted now he's good to go Again the robers smashed, were's my radio? One time the car was in the shop i had to borrow see... They had no mercy on the car oh you he'll kill me Where the hell can nicki be? i'm goin to smack her up I got the tickets for the knicks and she cold stood me up I need to hit a hunny off yo drill pas me the phone Pulled out my hooker hoes, oh yo sheela's home Steady smiling like a mother yo i'm wrecked to bone Went down on hun, she's in the red zone Stressed out more than one could ever be Forever trying to clear the sample for my new lp With all these trials and tribulations yo i've been affected And to top it off, starks got ejected
Refrain
Verse two: phife dawg
Just last week my girl was stressing me Now her best friend be underssing me Well i was lovin her by the moon lit Now i'm tricking on her like kinte' Bought a bag of izm from the smoke shop Walking towards the car, here come the damn cops Now i'm station bound for the thai sticks I bought it for my man, i don't believe this shit Coach sat me down from the ball team Cause i was breakin niggaz on the inseams Some niggas cross town was trying to stick me All i had was shorts, a dollar fifty Picked up this gir in the hoopty Just because of her rhymes she tried to soup me Pay for this and pay for that loot for nails and hair Who the hell do you think i am, mr. belvedere? Go and get a bloddy job then can we look cute Even if you get me boots, you'll neva see my loot She wasn't even all of that just anothe hooker Took the journey that ass way, quick like chucky booker Sometimes you got put the hoes in their freakin place Just move from in front me with your botty face!
My man mohammed in the house, huh [come on, come on] Zulu nation in the house, huh [come on, come on] Sub rock is in the house, huh [come on, come on] My man skeff is in the house, huh [come on, come on] Jarobi white is in the house, huh [come on, come on] Bob power in the house, huh [come on, come on] My man eric in the house, huh [come on, come on] My man lytcha in the house, huh [come on, come on] [help me, help me, help me, help me, help me, help me........muhammad!!]
"hey sucka nigga, whoever you are" (repeat 2x) "hey sucka nigga, hey sucka nigga Whoever you are, whoever you are"
[q-tip] Aiyyo, turn it up muhammad Turn everything up in the headphones So i don't lose my vocals Yeah that's good, turn my vocals a little bit With the upper bassline
I be hatin sucka mc's, and the sucka niggas Posing like they hard when we know they damn card What you figure, rhyme-wise, i do the figure eight So concisely, musically we are the herb so sit back And light me, inhale *inhalation noise* My style is kinda fat reminescent of a whale Young girls desires for the females dreams I be the abstract poetic representin from queens Socially i'm not a name, black and white got game If you came to the jam, well i'm glad you came See, nigga first was used back in the deep south Fallin out between the dome of the white man's mouth It means that we will never grow, you know the word dummy Other niggas in the community think it's crummy But i don't, neither does the youth cause we Em-brace adversity it goes right with the race And being that we use it as a term of endearment Niggas start to bug to the dome is where the fear went Now the little shorties say it all of the time And a whole bunch of niggas throw the word in they rhyme Yo i start to flinch, as i try not to say it But my lips is like the oowop as i start to spray it My lips is like a oowop as i start to spray it My lips is like a oowop as i start to spray the
Sucka nigga, nigga nigga I throw the sucka in the front for the ones that front The sucka niggas, nigga nigga I throw the sucka in the front for the ones that front The sucka niggas, nigga nigga I throw the sucka in the front for the ones that front It's the neo-nigga of the nineties, c'mon
I be hatin sucka mc's, and the sucka niggas Posin like they hard when we know they damn card What you figure, rhyme-wise, i do the figure eight So concisely, musically we are the herb so sit back And light me *inhalation noise* inhale *echoes* My style is kinda fat reminescent of a whale Young girls desires for the females dreams I be the abstract poetic representin from queens Socially i'm not a name, black and white got game If you came to the jam well i'm glad you came See, nigga first was used down in the deep south Fallin out between the dome of the white man's mouth It means that we will never grow, you know the word dummy Other niggas in the community think it's crummy But i don't, neither does the youth cause we Em-brace adversity it goes right with the race Yo i start to flinch, as i try not to say it But my lips is like the oowop as i start to spray it My lips is like a oowop as i start to spray it My lips is like a oowop, yo you know the rest
The sucka niggas, niggas niggas I throw the sucka in the front for the ones that front The sucka niggas, nigga nigga I throw the suckas in the front for the ones that front The sucka niggas, nigga nigga I throw the sucka in the front for the ones that front Sucka niggas, nigga nigga Aiyyo shaheed, take us the fuck outta here
Q-Tip: The night is my mind The sun'll still shine But the night is on my mind So parlay while I drop this rhyme
See, Jake be gettin illy when the sun get dark They be comin out the heads, but shit don't let me start Their activities are plenty in nighttime(nighttime) For the ghetto child, it seems to be the right time See, kids be gettin stuck with jewels and fly gimmicks Shorty see the action and then start to mimic Runnin to the corner, the dice game is blazin Lookin at the loot, it seems so amazin Puts it short down, to be exact would bound He shakes the stones in his hand, then he lets it down(uh!) Scam money don't make none He threw a trip on the ace, now he's out son Hits the local bodega to woof down a hero Son is on a 'Midnight Run' like De Niro Spots the shorty rock standin on his block The thieves be handlin in the pumps,so he asked it it's not Conversation that he kicked to the shorty was a sly one Increased intensity, his dance sure was a fly one Took her to the crib there she ran her gibs About mind upliftment and bein positive He yawned and he sighed til 1:05 Then he finally realized that hunny wasn't live At least he didn't plan on buildin for the evenin' Threw the Fila on the dome and said 'Come on yo, we leavin' Came out on the scene as he told her to beep him Saw his man Sam with the blunt in his hand (Aww Shhh...!!!)You know the transaction Brothas gettin lost in the weed satisfaction Comin down the block man loud as (fuck) You would swear Redman was inside the trunk As the night seemed darker, cops is on a hunt They interrupt ya cipher, and crush ya blunt See you left your work at home, so they pat you down for nuthin Why in the hell does 10-4 keep frontin? You push to the park, even though it's still dark The kid is nice on the hoop, he said 'I'll spot ya troop'
The night is on my mind The sun'll still shine But now the night is on my mind, the night is on the mind The night is on your mind A yo, the sun'll still shine But now the night is on the mind As for me...
I'm a nocturnal animal, God concentrates On a young black man, who makes the niggaz speak a shake The nighttime is busy, it's word to Aunt Kizzy It's the time we get down, yo son, you know the sound The flavas on the top with the rugged beat to back it The night makes the aura and the J can't hack it The way the moon dangles in the midnight sky And the stars dance around, a yo, I think it's fly Intensity, most rappers don't see it Spirit wise, musically, you gotta be it Serenity and sirens of the sounds and emotions In the concrete jungle and the sun don't bungle I think it's hard to find the words on how I feel I paid about a deuce twenty for the Ampex steel But let me slow down, I think I ran my gibs enough Peace out to the Nation, stay rugged and rough
The night is on my mind, the sun'll still shine The night is on my mind, the night is on my mind The night is on my mind, yeah, the sun'll still shine But now, uh huh, the night is on my mind The night is on your mind, you know the sun'll still shine But now the night is on the mind, yeah, the night is on my mind The night is on the mind, a yo, the sun'll still shine But now the night is on the mind, yeah, the night is on the mind The night is on the mind, a yo, the sun'll still shine
