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from A Tribe Called Quest - Midnight Marauders (1993)
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!!] |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - Midnight Marauders (1993)
chorus Dove from De La Soul: We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand New York, NJ, N.C., VA We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand Oaktown, L.A., San Fran, St. John Q-Tip: People give your ears so I be sublime It's enjoyable to know you and the concubine Niggaz, take off your coats ladies, act liike gems Sit down, Indian style, as we recite these hymns See, lyrically I'm Mario Andretti on the mo-mo Luticrous, we speedy, or infectious with the slow-mo Heard me in the eighties, J Beez on the promo On my never endin quest to get the paper on the caper But now, let me take it to the Queens side I'm takin it to Brooklyn side All the residential Questers to invade the way Hold up a second son, cuz we almost there You can be a black man and lose all your soul You can be white and blue but don't crap the roll See my shit is universal, if you got knowledge and dolo Of delf for self, see there's no one else Who can drop it on the angle, acute at that So, do that, do that, do do that that that(come on) Do that, do that, do do that that that(OK) Do that, do that, do do that that that I'm buggin out, so let me get back cuz I'm wettin niggaz So run and tell the others cuz we are the brothas I learned how to build mics in my workshop class So give me this award, and let's not make it the last chorus: We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand Chinatown, Spokane, London, Tokyo We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand Houston, Delaware, DC, Dallas Phife: Back in '89, I simply slid into place Buddy, buddy, buddy all up in your face A lot of kids was bustin rhymes but they had no taste Some said Quest was wack, but now is that the case I have a quest to have the mic in my hand Without that, it's like Kryptonite and Superman So Shaheed come in with the sugar cuts Phife Dawg's my name, but on stage, call me Dynomutt When was the last time you heard the Phifer sloppy Lyrics anonymous, you'll never hear me copy Top notch baby, never comin less Sky's the limit, you gots to believe up in Quest Sit back , relax, get up out the path If not that, here's the dancefloor, come move that ass Non-believers, you can the steps I roll with Shaheed and the brotha Abstract Niggaz know the time when the Quest is in the jam I never let a statue tell me how nice I am Comin with more hits than the Braves and the Yankees Livin mad phat like an over sized Bam-bi The wackest crews try to dis, it makes me laugh When my track record's longer than a DC-20 aircraft So, next time that you think you want somethin here Make somethin deffer, take that garbage to St. Elsewhere chorus: We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand S.C., Maryland, New Orleans, Motown We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand Chinatown, Spokane, London, Tokyo We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand Houston, Delaware, DC, Dallas We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand New York, NJ, N.C., VA |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - Midnight Marauders (1993)
Phife: Brothas know the flavs when the Quest gets loose Slammin sucka fuckas like the wrestler Zeus Crazier than Tupac in that flick called Juice Cock is longer than the hat worn by Dr. Seuss Love a girl in Daisy Dukes like them kids called Deuce Gets paid to sex the hoochie like my main man Luke Control the mic like Denzel on the girls Wack MCs be on the nuts like Rocket J. Squirrel The worst thing in the world is a sucka MC Favorite rap group in the world is EPMD Can't forget the De La, the two originality And if I ever went solo, my favorite MC would be me Phife Dawg up in the house, I give a shout out to Snoopy Peace to all the Questers, to hell with the groupies Like um, Ralph up to Potsie, Brooklyn to Dodger Laverne to Shirley, Rerun to Roger Ren to the Stimpy, Laurel to Hardy Q-Tip and Phifer, they mashed up the party Kick the rhymes and more rhymes Kick the beats and more beats We'll have you scratchin in your head, like trying all techniques For those who wanna oppose, just take a stand But for now, just shut your shit and clap your hands chorus: Q-Tip: You just wanna dance man, then clap your hands If you venture up the wrong road, then the circumstance... Will be crucial, I got hundreds of rhymes that'll suit you So listen The Abstract intuition is very very worthy I can feel ya out from Russia to Jersey Can't understand, the underground, it gets deep The low, the Nikes, the links, the jeeps The women, the lingo and all the other goods Peace to the hoods, that keep my shit on play Please don't do the mute when you hear me on the juke Brothas know my angle, it's the Star-Spangled black banner Hook up the beats at the funk manner If want a roll, then dough I be rakin The scope is on the world, cuz it's mine for the takin You know I'm gonna do it My shit is rock solid, but it flows like fluid Chemists get confused of my ill composition This is the third of the new Tribe addition MCs be swingin, but alot of them be missin So shut your bloodclot and listen Cuz I'm bringin you the ill rendition I'd like to send this out to the L.E.S. Gotta alot of rhythm and style and finesse Come here love, hot sex on a plat And when your done with that then clap Chorus(until end) |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - Midnight Marauders (1993)
Relax yourself girl, please set-tle down (4X) Verse One: Q-Tip, Phife Dawg Honey, check it out, you got me mesmerized With your black hair and fat-ass thighs Street poetry is my everyday But yo, I gotta stop when you trot my way If I was workin at the club you would not pay Aiyyo, my man Phife, dig it, he got somthin to say I like em brown, yellow, Puero Rican or Hatian Name is Phife Dawg from the Zulu Nation Told you in the jam that We Can Get Down Now let's Knock the Boots like the group H-Town You got BBD all on your bedroom wall But I'm Above the Rim and this is how I ball A pretty little somethin on the New York street This is how I represent over this here beat Talkin bout you Yo, I took you out But sex was on my mind for the whole damn route My mind was in a frenzy and a horny state But I couldn't drop dimes cause *you couldn? relate* Chorus Verse Two: Q-Tip, Phife Dawg Stretch out your legs, let me make you bawl Drive you insane, drive you up the wall Starin at your dome-piece, very strong Stronger than cries, stronger than Teflon Take you on the ave and you buy me links Now I wanna pound the putang until it stinks You can be my mama and I'll be your boy Original rude boy, never am I coy You can be a shorty in my ill convoy Not to come across as a thug or a hood But hon, you got the goods, like Madeline Woods By the way, my name's Malik The Five-Foot Freak Let's say we get together by the end of the week She simply said, "No," labelled me a hoe I said, "How you figure?" "My friends told me so." I hate when silly groupies wanna run they yap Word to God, hon, I don't get down like that I'll have you weak in the knees that you could hardly speak Or we could do like Uncle L and swing an ep in my jeep Keep it in the down, yo, we keep it discrete See, I'm not the type to kid to have my biz in the streets If my mom don? approve, then I'll just elope Let me sink the little man from inside the boat Let me hit it from the back, girl I won't catch a hernia Bust off on your couch, now you got semen's furniture Shaheed, Phife and the Extra P Stacy, ? DJ and my man L.G. They know the Abstract is really soul on ice The character is of men, never ever of mice Shorty let me tell you about my only vice It has to do with lots of lovin and *it ain't nuthin nice* Chorus |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - Midnight Marauders (1993)
Oh my God! -) Busta Rhymes (16X) [Phife Dawg] There's a million MC's that claim they want some But see, I create sounds that make your ears go numb Peace to Sayers Ave., yeah you know how we go My best friend Steven at the Home Depot Lowerton is in the house, I can't forget Southside Walk past MC's like that girl did the Pharcyde I'm labeled as the cat's meow, the MC with the know-how Act like you know, not now, but right now Beast of the East, on MC's I have a feast I'd eat that ass like quiche, crack a smile like Shanice Straight out Jamaica scene, Jamaica, Queens But you could find me out in Georgia, or anywhere in between Now if my partners don't look good, Malik won't look good If Malik don't look good, the Quest won't look good If the Quest don't look good, then Queens won't look good But since the sounds are universal, New York won't look good Picture Phife losin a battle, come on, get off it Put down the microphone son, surrender forfeit Did I hear somethin bout a crew? What they wanna do? You better call Mr. Babyface, so he can bring out _The Cool in You_ or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton And I'll dissect you like a fraction Oh, you wannabe top cat MC's, I'll pop you like a zit You wanna be the champ, you more like Chief Some-shit Big up myself everytime when it comes to this MC's be runnin scared as if they're watchin the Exorcist I kick more game than a crackhead from Hempstead My styles are milk, man, you'd think that I was breast fed You know the steelo when the diggy Dawg is on the scene I dedicate this to all the MC's outta Queens that goes for Onyx, LL, Run-D.M.C. Akinyele, Nasty Nas and the Extra P You need a chart, straight up and down man, there ain't no other Nuff respect to all my peeps that made the album cover Yo, Tip don't worry Dunn you know I get the party jumpin Get on the mic and break em off a lil lil sumthin Yo, Tip don't worry Dunn you know I get the party jumpin Get on the mic and break em off a lil lil sumthin (Ooohh...) "Oh my God!" -) Busta Rhymes (16X) [Q-Tip] (over Busta Rhymes) La, la, la, la.. Doop, doo, do, do.. La, la, la, la.. Shooby-doop, do, do.. La, la, la, la.. Shooby-doo, do, do.. You know I'm on the other, for the top 40 Haha, you gotta do it like this.. We got the funk doody don shit, clearly it's the bomb shit So recognize me, kids memorize me Everyday, I be scroungin, really, I be loungin I play the down low, very very incognito Aries is my sign, I know that I can rhyme Sometimes I rhyme in riddles, plus I make the hunnies wiggle Intellect is the major, some heads like to wager The skills on the hill, overlookin dollar bills Man, ya crazy, thinkin you can phase me The Ab doesn't study near nonsense money Life seems to meet me, MC's seem too cheesy With they doody ass renditions of defeatin competition I rock to the roll man, yes, I'm a soul man Bet'cha bottom dolla, Vinia will make ya holla As ya stand at attention, did I forget to mention MC's will give me twenty, if I sense that they act funny Lyrics are abundant, right there, I sound redundant Just mentionin the fact, that the area is fat I dwell in the unda, so hunny, it's no wonder That I get plenty of tail, well I even get white I'ma bet hittin head crack, there money, take that Breakin niggaz off, cut their bank, then I'm off While my Nik'es match my lil hat, beat joint is mad fat Got the cutter of the box if a kid thinks he's ox For tier means creator, the poetry relator It's hemp, like Betsy Ross, let me tell you who's the boss La, la, la.. ("Oh my God!" -) Busta Rhymes) La, la, la.. ("Oh my God!" -) Busta Rhymes) La, la, la.. ("Oh my God!" -) Busta Rhymes) smooth it y'all La, la, la.. ("Oh my God!" -) Busta Rhymes) La, la, la.. ("Oh my God!" -) Busta Rhymes) La, la, la.. ("Oh my God!" -) Busta Rhymes) La, la, la.. ("Oh my God!" -) Busta Rhymes) La, la, la.. ("Oh my God!" -) Busta Rhymes) Queens got a Zoo Brooklyn got a Zoo Bronx got a Zoo Long Island got a Zoo Long Island.. got the zone Jersey got a Zoo Philly got a Zoo Milwaukee got a Zoo L.A. got a Zoo Oaktown got the zone La, la, la.. (4X) See, I like to get down Jack |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - Midnight Marauders (1993)
Aiyyo swing swing swing, to chop chop chop Yo that's the sound when mc's get mopped Don't come around town without the hip in your hop Cause when the shit hits the fan, that ass'll get dropped Mc's wanna attack me but them punks can't cope I'll have you left without a job, like isley from the love boat So money watch your mouth, or i might have to bust ya Battlin mc's, from jfk to russia Back down to london, sweden and brazil Do a u.s. tour for three months and then a chill Styles be fat like jackie gleason, the rest be art carney People love the dawg like the kids love barney "i love you, you love me" The shorty phife dawg is your favorite mc So move back yaself dread, you know the element The tribe is good for your health like a can of nutriment Mc's don't have no winds, mc's don't have no winds I flips you crazier than a busload of jerry's kids Your crew don't want it, man your crew don't want it But if you feel you can swing it, then money please bring it (sup) large professor in the house (sup) (sup) you know how we do (sup) (sup) i stay on your crew (sup) (whassup) like mario lemieux (whassup) (whassup?) peace to ike love (sup? hah hah) and the rest of the crew (whassup?) (whassup?) i meet you guys in front the cleaners Bring the blunts and the brew so Verse two: q-tip Whassup kids? the ab is speaking from the moon Thanks for your support, aiyyo i'll be home soon But the only thing i ask when i return from my task Is a whole bunch of beats and a blass full of ass My fist stands firm because i'm, black and solid I open up your pores like a plate full of collards C'mon take it easy wouldya, easy easy I'm up in the gulley, that's when i am her buddy She told me pull her hair, i did, it drove her nutty Filled up the hole like spackle or i mean putty When we over joints like this we never cruddy Extra p hooked the beat, and kids it feels luh-huh-ovely Check it out, cause my conception is immaculate A bachelor, lookin for a bachlelorette Back to you mc's, this is what your gonna get A first degree burn from my man ken's cigarette I hope you like malboro, paul you know we thorough like denver The beat feels like a never-ender But all things good must, so i won't sweat it Drop the c's for the youthful crew, i hope you get it As i stand, grip this mic inside my hand Boy i smack you up, like i was your old grand So respect yourself son, and come and gimme love Once again the ab is who you think of So chill with the beef money, we got a jetti Verse three: extra p (large professor) It's extra p and yo tip i'm bout to set it On the country once again here to win I'm uptown chillin, takin in this grand master vic blend From the projects, the pj's, fuck them two dj's Self mission, i had her in the ill position Saying "large youse the soul brother that i'd like to Eff with for the rest of my life" yeah yeah now check the method As i, proceed with what you need like akinyele A whip looks complete when the tires say firelli Funk monkey, one rapper fell off, now he's a junkie There's 8 million stories in the city it's a pity Don't fuck with the skins if she's trying to act shitty Shout to the guru, primo and zulu zulu Nation, was on a vacation, in the ghetto Yo ras slow your roll i'm bout to bag this here's metal Rapper nas on topic, seems we gonna rock it Queens represent, buy the album when i drop it (drop it) |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - Midnight Marauders (1993)
Goin on and on to the rhythmic variation Wakin in the morning I still represent the nation When I speak of nation please don't make the deviation Rebels of the party who create the jump sensation Mind is a pit of different information Microphone is on so of course communication Bogle at the party then you got the bogle-ation Decaptatin foes yo as if my name was Jason (c'mon) Makin all the fellas at the party lose composure Hook up the beat with the mic and it's over (original, uh!) A Tribe Called Quest we on the run for whatever Trials and tribulations that we have to endeavor Brothers know my steelo it's a letter to the better If you see a shorty that you like, then you sweat her Silly with the microphone, in other words I'm loco Six foot zero with my height, complexion cocoa Representin on the mic it seems to be my daily I can do a split and turn around like Alvin Ailey But when it comes to days like this I got lyrics to go (I got lyrics to go) It's like that y'all, c'mon y'all Lyrics to go It's like that y'all, c'mon y'all (Lyrics to go) It's like that [Phife Dawg] I know it's been two years but see the Tribe was never fallin Would have tried for singin but that stuff was not my callin The mic is in effect so you know I'm never stallin Walkin through the door and all them suckers started haulin Talk a lot of trash but no one can seem to beat it Pull out your microphone and watch the Phifer make you eat it The MC's they get jealy when the girly's on my belly Kick a slow dance like my brother R. Kelly (bust a rhyme) Today's a hip-hop draft will I be top-seeded? (uhh) Worked too frickin hard while all the rest were gettin weeded Steady kickin styles so I can reach that other level (uh) Don't worry about gettin gassed I push the pedal to the metal Always wanted this cause it surely beats a scramble (right) I'm Jordan with the mic, huh, wanna gamble? (mmm) This I dedicate to all the honiest that be bogle-in Cause at the end of the night y'know Malik will have his Trojans But when it comes to nights like this I got lyrics to go Check it out y'all (Lyrics to go) It's like that y'all Lyrics to go Check it out y'all (Lyrics to go) It's like that y'all Lyrics to go Check it out y'all (Lyrics to go) It's like that y'all Lyrics to go Check it out y'all (Lyrics to go) It's like that y'all It's like that y'all Check it out y'all It's like that y'all Check it out y'all It's like that y'all Check it out here we go! [Q-Tip] Please proceed with caution cause the lyricist is fatal I can kick your little monkey ass like Kato (yes dread, uhh) Formulate your rhymes like a child forms Play-Doh (right) Calm and serene like the study was tayo Poetry machine with correct mechanisms Immune to disease I defeat organisms that are waitin in my path, I overstep the critters Give your ass the willies and your moms'll get the jitters (uh) Winners turn to losers, losers are forgotten Tangle in my fore with, hopes that I stop rockin Never will that happen only if it is permitted (uhh) Wait... I think somebody shitted (c'mon) I guess that will be me cause I'm the only one MCin I go for what I know doin a show for human beings Always try to lead yo never will I follow Blowin up the spot like Fred did to Rollo And when it comes to days like this, I got lyrics to go Check it out y'all (Lyrics to go) It's like that y'all I got lyrics to go Everybody (I got lyrics to go) Ah c'mon now I got lyrics to go Ah check it out y'all (I got lyrics to go) It's like that now I got lyrics to go Everybody (I got lyrics to go) Ah c'mon now I got lyrics to go Check it out y'all (I got lyrics to go) It's like that now I got lyrics to go C'mon y'all (I got lyrics to go) Everybody I got lyrics to go It's like that y'all (I got lyrics to go) Check it out now I got lyrics to go Ah c'mon y'all (I got lyrics to go) Everybody I got lyrics to go It's like that y'all (I got lyrics to go) Check it out now I got lyrics to go It's like that y'all (I got lyrics to go) Every-bo-ty I got lyrics to go It's like that y'all (I got lyrics to go) Ah check it out now It's like that y'all Check it now It's like that y'all Check it now It goes... uhh |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - Midnight Marauders (1993)
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 |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - Midnight Marauders (1993)
[Q-tip]: Listen up everybody the bottom line I'm a black intellect, but unrefined with precision like a bullet, target bound just livin like a hooker, the harlett sounds now when I say the harlett, you know I mean the hott V-A-V-A-Vader, the brothers in the spot Jalick, Jalick ya wind up ya hit Captain of the poets, I'm the #7 pick lick, lick, lick boy on your backside lick, lick, lick boy on your backside listen to the fader, Shaheed lets it glide Tip the earthly body heavens on my side even in Santo Domingo Can I gotta Gringo we got mikes when do we go know a little nigga who can ryhme when you ask me short, dark, and plus his voice is raspy Phife Dawg 1 for the treble 2 for the bass you know the style Tip it's time to flip this I like my beats hard like two day old shit steady eatin booty M.C's like cheese Grits My man Al B. Sure, he's in effect mode used to have a crush on Dawn from En Vogue it's not like honey dip would wanna get with me but just in case I own more condoms then T.L.C. now the formula is this Me, Tip, and Ali for those who can't count it goes 1-2-3 The answer(scratch-Damn right I'm)Hiccup is how i be brothers find it's hard to do but never me some brothers try to dis my malik you see'm ditchin me now cure all the B.B. M.C.'s my shit is hittin trainin gladiator, anti-hesitater Shaheed push the fader from here to Granada Mr. energetic, who me sound pathetic when's the last time you heard a funky diabetic? (I don't know man(3x)) (I don't know(2x)) [Chorus]: (Oh My God yes, Oh my god(10)) [Q-Tip] Complimentary it be the theif of Poetry I got a humdinger comin hook line and sinker the TIMBO hits with the prints underground TIMBO's on the toes, i like the way it's goin down down like the lady of the evenin when it goes in Toots just beleive the sin cuz Queens is the county, Jamaica is the place Take off your boots cuz you can't run the race [Chorus]: (Oh My God(14)) |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - Midnight Marauders (1993)
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 |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - Midnight Marauders (1993)
"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 |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - Midnight Marauders (1993)
Chorus: We can get down We can, we can get down(both lines 4x) Ah, it's like that man, it's like that (yes!) It's like that man, it's like that (yes!) (2x) It's like that man, it's like that (rakim from "my melody":"why waste time on the microphone") Check it Phife: I'm not your average mc with the joe schmoe flow If you don't know me by now, you'll never know Steppin on my critics, beatin on my foes The plan is to stay focused, only then i can go Straight from the heart, i represent hip hop I be three albums deep, but i don't wanna go pop Too many candy rappers seem to be at the top Too much candy is no good, so now i'm closin the shop Crushin competition like your tires on grapes My rhymes styles be blendin like a ron g tape My man where ya goin? you can't escape When the tribe is in the house, that means nobody is safe How can a reverend preach, when a rev can't define The music of our youth from 1979 We rap about what we see, meaning reality >from people bustin caps and like mandela bein free Not every mc be with the negativity We have a slew of rappers pushin positivity Hip hop will never die yo, it's all about the rap So marion barry smokin crack, let's preach about that The trash you talk won't matter, that old bogus chatter The more that you condemn us, it only makes us phatter When i talk, i know i'm talkin for you poppers all around You know you love the sound, we gets down Chorus: Q-tip: I'm the cherry on the top of yo ice cream I'm the wish you thought inside your dream Listen to the way we pulsate the jam I'm the nigga here with the mic in hand Styles that we present are just a few To do away with you and your hum drum crew This is '93 and the shit is real Black people unite and put down your steel Ladies make a forum on your sexual drive Devoted to your lover and make it thrive The riff was of f, i'm a hip hop body Release the energy like the force of a shotty Standin on the wall with my polo on Talkin to the girl with the liz claiborne Keep the poetry in my black knapsack Got my timbo horse and my doublemint pack Hit the city streets to enhance my soul I can kick a rhyme over ill drum rolls With a kick, snare, kicks and high hat Skilled in the trade of that old boom bap I can do a trick with the opposite breed I used to down 40s and smoke grain weed Now, i'm doin shows with half loot down Now it's time for me to take ya uptown It's like that man, it's like that (yes!) (7x) It's like this, shaheed! Shaheed:(scratching)(until end) Rakim: "why waste time on the microphone" |
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from High School High (굿모닝 스쿨) by Ira Newborn [omnibus, ost] (1996)
*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! |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - People'S Instinctive Travels And The Parths Of Rhythm (1997)
[Q-Tip]
Can I kick it? (Yes, you can!) *7X* Well, I'm gone (Go on then!) Can I kick it? To all the people who can Quest like A Tribe does Before this, did you really know what live was? Comprehend to the track, for it's why cuz Gettin measures on the tip of the vibers Rock and roll to the beat of the funk fuzz Wipe your feet really good on the rhythm rug If you feel the urge to freak, do the jitterbug Come and spread your arms if you really need a hug Afrocentric living is a big shrug A life filled with *HORN* that's what I love A lower plateau is what we're above If you diss us, we won't even think of Will Nipper the doggy give a big shove? This rhythm really fits like a snug glove Like a box of positives is a plus, love As the Tribe flies high like a dove [Phife Dawg] Can I kick it? (Yes, you can!) *7X* Well, I'm gone (Go on then!) Can I kick it? To my Tribe that flows in layers Right now, Phife is a poem sayer At times, I'm a studio conveyor Mr. Dinkins, would you please be my mayor? You'll be doing us a really big favor Boy this track really has a lot of flavor When it comes to rhythms, Quest is your savior Follow us for the funky behavior Make a note on the rhythm we gave ya Feel free, drop your pants, check your ha-ir Do you like the garments that we wear? I instruct you to be the obeyer A rhythm recipe that you'll savor Doesn't matter if you're minor or major Yes, the Tribe of the game, rhythm player As you inhale like a breath of fresh air |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - People'S Instinctive Travels And The Parths Of Rhythm (1997)
[q-tip]
fool - defined in webster's open up the book, read it read it turn the page, see what it says read it to me will you please (one who acts dope ??? so what does it mean to me?) that's you (how's that?) cos of the way you act (huhhh?!?!) standin on the corner sellin girbauds (what you talkin bout?) scalin your friends and also your foes what's the matter wit'cha boy? (ain't nuttin wrong with me, mother...) you big galoot (huh?), you nincompoop (what?) what's wrong wit you? you can't compute (yes sure i can compute) don't fix your lips to tell me you can standin on the poley playin pusher man what you got to do with yourself? (oh what?) can't you be somebody else? (no) look at you described to a tee (huh) you're a fool of many in society i know some more, i shall go on and continue in the song, fooled the fool "fool" - scratched by ali shaheed (man i don't know what you're talkin bout callin me a fool i've been out here for twentysome odd years doin my thing, i ain't no fool man you crazy or something? i'm gonna stick this, right up your...) [q-tip] the girl i talked to she's sort of neurotic (yeah) her crazy ex-boyfriend is really psychotic (uh-huh) scares the girl by threatenin her life (word) says "girl, you're dead if you're not my wife" (oh man) beats in her public, beats her in private (yes) tried it 'round me, "almost" won't buy it (what you mean?) said "forget him, don't you know he's a loser" who would love a woman turn around and abuse her (ohh) only a fool as described by the tribe here's another one who's on the fool vibe (okay) gonna make it shor |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - People'S Instinctive Travels And The Parths Of Rhythm (1997)
Verse 1: Q-Tip
Brother, brother, brother, Lucien, you're like no other. Listen very close 'cause I don't like to boast. Instead, I'll tell the tale of a French who prevailed Through the Mr. Crazy Rabbits who were always on his tail. ? on sale, your rumour starts to wail. Get caught with stolen goods and you will go to jail. If you go to jail, then who will pay the bail? They'll put you back to France on a ship with a sail. Escargot, Lucien, you eat snails. (Hey yo Tip, what's wrong with snails?) From the Zulu nation, from a town called Paris, Came to America to find liberty. Instead of finding pleasure, all you found was misery, But listen, Lucien, you have a friend in me. Oh, luck luck will drive you butt baddy. Next time you get some wheels, make it a Caddy. In terms of doing good, I know you wish you really could, But listen, brother man, I really think you can. Succeed with the breed of the brothers on your back. It's the creme de la creme, and you can bounce with that. It'll take a minute, ?rice?, so take my advice. Trust in us, and thus you trust in your life. Lucine, Lucien, Lucien, Lucien. You should know! Verse 2: Q-Tip Are you ready, Lu? This one is for you, Comin' from a true-blue, fits like a shoe. ? or "Commenet-allez-vous"? Lucien, I'll leave it up to you. Voulez vous (vous). Endez vous (vous). Coo-coo (coo). Les poo-poo (poo) Watch that lass, gonna backlash fast. Can you get a grip on the crackhead dip? Sold you a paper bag, guess he saw you comin', VCR from a neck-bone bummin', $10 brother, he was hummin' and strummin', Only had 20, he was livin' like ya slummin', Gave him the money, well, I thought that was somethin', Lookin' like a kid who was lost in crumbin'. Don't worry about a thing, I won't get specific. This is a song that is long and prolific. Think of the stuff that I said if you can. Figure it out, compute, understnad. No problemo, I'll help you with your demo If you go to the store for me. Lucien, I'm just kiddin'. You should know! Verse 3: Q-Tip You gotta get a grip on the missions you'll be takin', Not so much the mission, but you got crazy ignition. Sure, the sugar-babies wanna give you a chance With the French "savoir faire" and the sexy dance, But is she really fly, or is she a guy? I won't ask why, 'cause I know that you try. You try too hard, is that the answer to the riddle? Instead of doin' so much, why don't you do just a little? Boy, what a cad, I guess we shouldn't treat him bad. In fact, it would be nice if we understood him like A case of positionin' the feet in the shoes, Sympathetic reason in the case of the blues. Lucien is blue, even though he's really brown. I had to make the sound, his life is too profound. On the up-and-up, he's somethin' like a little pup, Young and naive, it's hard to believe. As long as you're strong, you can quest with the questers, Jolly like a jumping bean or a jester. Lucien, Lucien, Lucien, Lucien. You should know! |
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from Men In Black (멘 인 블랙) by Danny Elfman [ost] (1997)
Check my style out Life situations are the one I speak about It seems cats now-a-days we gettin' introduced to courage Don't get discouraged 'cause my words will threw her like flourish we got the bounty we from the queen's county overlookin' things like a Rushmore Mounty And got no other choice except to get a little love We rise above We be fittin' like a glove Thr pain in my heart is getting dosed by joy We have no other boy but to bring the B-boy There's nothin' on this erb that can end still fear The locomive, puttin' my thing in gear I only have the fear of guard and that's aqua You need binaca Your trap is blazing like blanca I got the lethal you couldn't put a match to it Let me know yo we could do it like Stu it Mind over matter action is needed When the big one not to be super seeded Responsibility is somethin' I can't deny The illegallies is Narcist reply Most cats scrambled to do 'cause they want to But on the kick rising in the past on in prompt to My lily's hot like two links in the skillet A room filled with speakers one stage, watch me kill it Now we should resort from the cradle to the grave Round and opposition twisted like Super Dave You be looking, Bub, just like Uncle Jesse Don't make the scene messy 'Cause it'll jump that's word Aunt Betsy Profound sentences to pure lyric dems Some of my friends be like a people with stems Folks be on the chase for this cheddar Thinkin' it makes your life better But it can make you ass out And when I'm at a show chicks never pass out We got the noise to make the whole mash out A Tribe Called Quest make the party go down Plus w |
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from Mos Def 1집 - Black On Both Sides (1999)
Say ho, everybody say ho bop-po quay yo I said shake your soul like way back in the day-yo bop-po quay yo, everybody say ho Everybody say hooooo- hooo Everybody say ho And check it out now Who is cat eating out on the town And make the whole dining room turn they head around Mr Nigga, Nigga Nigga He got the speakers in the trunk With the bass on pump(?) Who be riding up in the highrise elevator Other tenants who be praying they ain't the new neighbor Mr Nigga, Nigga Nigga They try to play him like a chump Cause he got what they want He under thirty years old But already he's a pro Designer trousers slung low Because his pockets stay swoll' Could afford to get up and be anywhere he go VIP at the club, backstage at the show (Yes y'all) the best crib, the best clothes Hottest whips on the road Neck and wrists on froze (say word) Checks with O's o-o-o-o-ohs Straight all across the globe Watch got three time-zones Keep a digital phone up to his dome Two assistants Two bank accounts, two homes One problem Even with the O's on his check The po-po stop him and show no respect "Is there a problem officer?" Damn straight, it's called race That motivate the jake (woo-woo) to give chase Say they want you successful, but that ain't the case You livin large, your skin is dark They flash a light in your face Now, who is cat dining out on the town Me'tradie wanna take a whole year to sit him down Mr Nigga, Nigga Nigga He got the speakers in the trunk With the bass on pump(?) Now, who is the cat at Armani buying wears With the tourists who be asking him, do you work here? Mr Nigga, Nigga Nigga Nigga Nigga Yo, the Abstract with the Mighty Mos Def White folks got it muffled across beneath they breathe "I didn't say it.." But they'll say it out loud again When they deal with their close associates and friends You know Sneak it in with they friends at the job Happy hour at the bar While this song is in they car And even if they've never said it, lips stay sealed Their actions reveal how their hearts really feel Like, late night I'm on a first class flight The only brother in sight The flight attendent catch fright I sit down in my seat, 2C She approach officially talking about, "Excuse me" Her lips curl up into a tight space She don't believe that I'm in the right place Showed her my boarding pass, And then she sort of gasped All embarrassed put an extra lime in my water glass An hour later here she comes by walking past "I hate to be a pest but my son would love your autograph" They stay on Nigga patrol on american roads And when you travel abroad they got world Nigga laws Some folks get on a plane go as they please But I go over seas and I get over siezed London-Heathro, me and my people They think that illegal's a synonym for Negro Far away places, customs agents flagrant They think the dark face is smuggle waiting in cases Bags inspected, now we arrested Attention directed to contents of our intestines Urinanalyis followed by X-rays Interegated and detained to damn near the next day No evidence, no appology and no regard Even for the big american rap star For us especially, us most especially, A Mr Nigga VIP jail cell just for me "If I knew you were coming I'd have baked a cake Just got some shoe-polish, painted my face" They say they want you successful But then they make it stressful You start keeping pace, they start shaking up the tempo Now, who is cat riding out on the town State trooper want to stop in his ride, pat him down Mr Nigga, Nigga Nigga He got the speakers in the trunk With the bass on pump(?) Now, who is the cat with the hundred dollar bill They gotta send it to the back to make sure the shit is real Mr Nigga, Nigga Nigga Nigga Nigga Nigga You can laugh and criticize Michael Jackson if you wanna Woody Allen, molested and married his step-daughter Same press kicking dirt on Michael's name Show Woody and Soon-Ye at the playoff game, holding hands Sit back and just bug, think about that Would he get that type of dap if his name was Woody Black? OJ found innocent by a jury of his peers They been fucking with that Nigga for last five years Is it fair, is it equal, is it just, is it right? Do they do the same shit when the defendent face is white? If white boys doing it, well, it's success When I start doing, well, it's suspect Don't hate me, my folks is poor, I just got money America's five centuries deep in cotton money You see a lot of brothers caked up, yo straight up It's new, Y'all living off of slave traders paper But I'm a live though, yo I'm a live though Putting up the big swing for my kids yo Got my mom the fat water-front crib yo I'm a get her them pretty bay windows I'm a cop a nice home to provide in A safe environment for seeds to reside in A fresh whip for my whole family to ride in And if I'm still Mr Nigga, I won't find it suprising |
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from Q-Tip - Amplified (1999)
[Q-Tip]
"Yo. Niggas be on the mic, they be all serious... I'd love to be serious but... effortless shit. Effortless... effa-efortless. Mmm-hmm. Turn my music up, Duro. Yo, yo, you my hero. Make the shit get loud-a. Even more in my headphones loud-a. Uh. Sweetheart, shake yo' ass cheeks. Bust it. Mmm-hmmm. Mmm-hmmm." We gon' knock it down and put this rock solid Amplified shit up. Girl, it's like a sit-up. So you betta send a letta to the betta. We cut the bank and takin' all the bankin' chedda. Girls get pretty-ed up, then they comin' out the club. Rap cats, lock it up. Worldwide vision where everybody sees clear. I could get you ten here. Uh. Makes no fuss. Keep my shit plush. Compliment, I get blushed. That's just how a brotha is. Big Willy kids and we really run our jibs. Ladies, breathe easy. Let your man please thee. Uh. Takin' rhymes to another zone. Is your mother home? 'Cause we can get the moans, and stay strickly on a rhythemic notion, and keep the joint close for the commotion and keep movin' around. Movie stars. Buy a little car, buy out the bar. [Q-Tip (Meda Leacock)] ("All in...") ...for the people who move wit' me. ("All in...") ...for the nights of ecstasy. ("All in...") ...for the way we work and play, doin' it everyday. This is how I need to be. ("All in...") ...for the people who roll wit' me. ("All in...") ...for the nights of ecstasy. ("All in...") ...for the people who work and play, doin' it everyday. This is how I need to be. [Q-Tip] "Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, what?" We do it alive, blowin' the spot of this. Showin' to prove what rap is. ("What is it?") Marauder, pass the blue moon. Hit 'chu wit' the ill tune. Ass cheeks move wit' the help of my jacket bloom. Insert the veteran who consecutively come wit' shit yet again. On the dance floor, chicks get horny. Hopin' that they all move on me. Word, for REAL for real. Do it hard for the love of the game. Pull your card and I'm askin' yo' name, bitch. Jay-Dee be champion. Tip be stylin' and definin' yo' chick, best compan-ion. I'd advise you to fix your self, for real, and do your shit wit' more zeal. ("More zeal.") We in the mix and it's thickenin', my rhyme and it's tickin' in. The hatin' and the shit is so sickenin'. Picasso, original. ("'Riginal.") You forg-azy and the shit amaze me. Sharpen your contrast and put a little color in it. High Define your screen and put this brotha in it. [Q-Tip (Meda Leacock)] ("All in...") ...for the people who move wit' me. ("All in...") ...for the nights of ecstasy. ("All in...") ...for the way we work and play, doin' it everyday. This is how I need to be. ("All in...") ...for the people who roll wit' me. ("All in...") ...for the nights of ecstasy. ("All in...") ...for the people who work and play, doin' it everyday. This is how I need to be. ("All in...") ...for the people who move wit' me. ("All in...") ...for the nights of ecstasy. ("All in...") ...for the way we work and play, doin' it everyday. This is how I need to be. ("All in...") ...for the people who roll wit' me. ("All in...") ...for the nights of ecstasy. ("All in...") ...for the people who work and play, doin' it everyday. This is how I need to be. ("Need to be...") |
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from Q-Tip - Amplified (1999)
Uh uh uh uh uh get up
Uh uh for real uh uh Come on Ummah, Ummah, Ummah, Ummah [Q-Tip] A hard time if your motion is still Let me move some things around because the lyrics is ill Abstract..you know my stiggidy in here [yeah] Niggaz get on and swear it's they fuckinyear But yo your girl just moved to the joint in the club, in the car if it groove [uhh] Broad look, the movement is on Mild mannered mami's in Victoria thongs, uh I give my rhyme a bless Guaranteed to make it right if your night is a bust [yeah yeah] You Vivrant and you fresh and all Original to say the least and you've impressed Kamal [come on] Rappers start then they stall Findin it very hard to make it over the wall Hey, get your weight up, my motto you heard? And I grown a deaf ear to felonious words, uh So girls move it around If you see your main dog give a brother a pound And just uh.. Chorus: Q-Tip Breathe and Stop, for real and give it what you got, and just uhh Breathe and Stop, for real and give it what you got Give it what you got, give it what you got If you on the block then give it what you got [Q-Tip] A thug, a thrill, you as mean as the eyes [say word] I wanna feel you, them big ass thighs Your Prada dress or your Gucci bag with the Polo jeans over doobi-bag, uh Yo hold the door a-ight? We comin through, Tribe beef, hold it down for the night Big Moon got the fifth D-Lyfe he got the deally and girl you got the gif [yeah for real love] turn it over the page Usherin all of y'all to a brand new age, where [yeah] status really don't matter everbody get right to the pitter the patter [come on] Makin moves, settin precedence Enterin your residence, the whole scene is decadence and the feelin is true I'm seein me and my crew, you seein black and blue, uh [yeah] So let's go for the ride Strap yourself in tight and if you bonafied then just uh Chorus [Q-Tip] Dunn what what bring it, bring it A-bring it give it bring it give it bring it give it bring it give it bring it give it bring it give it bring it give it bring it give it bring it give it bring it give it A-where we bring it to? Right here, right where? Right here, right where? Right here, right where? Right here, right where? Right here, right where? Right here, here here Right here, take it home home, take it home, right here [Q-Tip] Millenium, on your mind, are you runnin out of time? Hope you skippin every line because I'm gettin mine Move it around a bit again Every block every town we startin a trend [for real for real] Eye to eye ma and toe to toe [toe to toe] Who concentratin on killin the show? Penetration is methodically slow Mountain high valley low gonna find the dough [yo for real for real] All my peoples, no matter the creed We gonna satisfy the urge and discover the need [uhh uhh uhh uhh] You feel, you feel the bite in this If you think I'm type real then invite me miss And let me say a rhyme in your ear Dancin close you the most and you fit in here [yeah] You feel the rhythm is right You know the spittin is tight You think you won't but I think you might, uh Chorus: 8x |
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from Q-Tip - Amplified (1999)
[Jessica Rivera]
"Hmmm, so you're the one they're talkin' about. Let me see if this is real." [Q-Tip] When I do it, eyes lookin' at me when the music should be the only thing you see. It's the score to a cinematic oddity. Lettin' off shit, hit your ass repeatedly. Acro- batic, wha. I'll pull something through your chest-piece. Before she came home, pit-stopped breast be. Watched the movie, and smoked a philly and took a hit of D. She actin' all silly and... I pull the brothers in depressed situations. When the thang hit the 'phere, we risin' up to the occassion. You're killin' me wit' petty, little rap beat. 'No fingerprints' is how my expert-ass be. While I'm at it, I'ma stand my ground right here. Spotlight, where the chicks is found. You see this little-ass club we in? Yo, it's mine, intertwine, wink your bun, do it to the drum. [Jessica Rivera] "Yeah, that's alright. But I know you can do better than that! C'mon! C'mon!" [Q-Tip] Aiiight then. I guess we stand the same ground, same page and wanna freak shit. I wanna eat it, watch you beat it, cum real hard than repeatin'. Yo! The frivolous rap song he rap about is no good. Remove all the crap about my dogs is all in for the national. No passion, then I guess they be cashin' out. I keep my eyes on things and I keep my shine on BLING! My peoples ain't nothin' to toy wit'. Professional, leavin' a boy stiff. You doin' all while you're really talkin'. You need to get gun or get walkin'. This greedy-ass country we in? I guess it's mine, intertwine, wink ya bun, do it to the drum. [Jessica Rivera Q-Tip Both] What 'chu really wanna do? I wanna really do it right. What 'chu really wanna do? Grab ya hands, hug ya tight. For real? For real. Well, what 'chu feel? Well, what 'chu feel? We can... Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Uh. What 'chu really wanna do? I wanna really do it right. What 'chu really wanna do? Grab ya hands, hug ya tight. For real? For real. Well, what 'chu feel? Well, what 'chu feel? We can... Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Uh. What 'chu really wanna do? I wanna really do it right. What 'chu really wanna do? Grab ya hands, hug ya tight. For real? For real. Well, what 'chu feel? Well, what 'chu feel? We can... Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Uh. Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. [Q-Tip] "So, I was wondering what would happen...how would you feel if I...came inside your bedroom, I took off all your clothes, and took all mines off. And, uh, I got the portable DVD thing... and...got the...right connections. I stick it in and put on top your spa basing to get you all fucked up over the bounce. And then, you can take it off and then..." |
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from Q-Tip - Amplified (1999)
Q-Tip:
Just feelin' things out for real, ya know? Just wanna do me for real, ya know? No reason to make it complicated, you feelin' agitated, You love it or you hate it?쫋uck it Desperation, jumpin' off of street corners here Hustlahz lookin for buzz like "pop one in here" Local state officials??yeah they out of touch Getting money for some, aiyo, ain't nothin' much But yo?쫖et them tell it, we smoke it and we sell it You don't understand, so don't tell it You sneakin' souls just for phat diamond golds Cuz our lady friends have likings for designer clothes People in my hood think??if I'm lookin raggedy, then the cat is just a weak link In the very fake chain of oppression??if television taught me any lesson, it's "Image is Nothing", but yo I got a thirst?쪵othing, but yo I got a thirst Nothing, but yo I got a thirst?쫤hat's first? Your rings or your purse? Jonathan Davis (KoRn): (Oh boy?쫛h boy! Make your wagers back there! Step lively?쫤omen and children first! The world is coming to an end! Come on now?쫤e're looking at the end! We have to leave them?쫤e have to leave all our paraphanelias behind??{brought back?쫇rought back??[repeated]} LET'S GOOOOO!) It's kinda scary you see?? How fucked up things can be Each time you take a bath How it could have been your last There's so much shit around us Things we can't even see Is this the end of our line? That's where I wanna be??that's where I wanna be That's where I want to be??that's where-I want-to be (End of Time)-repeated (Brought back??-repeated |
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from Q-Tip - Amplified (1999)
[Q-Tip]
now picture this a man wit his whole thing in order movin through life at will he ill he make his own teeth growl wit his generous style but he still no joke wit his wisdom and smile givin pounds all around no need to act foolish enjoy the time no need to get toolish i spit it out wit the general feelin that once u vibe wit it then you keep on comin back the north south and east and the west wanna see which crew can do it the best Is it the North, where people drink juice and Smirnoff? Girls go hard but they lips stay soft the west where cats throw jets to play smokin green all day keep a loked out sway east..side..the hustle get real pretty young things with their mass appeal or the south where thugs keep gold in their mouth big ol' girls with their thang hangin' out whatever it is I hope you evolve we gon push it to my level let the G evolve come on Chorus: [Q-Tip] Go..go at..go at it hard..real hard [Q-Tip] everybody take note to your man and ya'll and I will take note to the grand it's venomous I mean the way they hate they can't wait for my to mize me meet my great but no attention I give them no light niggas gotta know that I go through mics go through walls with sounds and speakers with real drives You can't fuck this nigga from Tribe a yo I put my mind to the work in here and make sure that all of ya can understand that I don't do bitch, I don't do tricks I stay doing beats while you stay layin' bricks I do do the things that keep me from the rest and I do that well if I do suggest yo put your hands on your system and feel me out or put your hand on your money and hold your cloud the indoor seat of lady galor seas she get touched once and she'll never divorce me hey clear your brain as I implimate raw thoughts you shouldn't be aware that I don't get off course stayin' steady on it niggas ain't ready for it flourin' it hard with A.J. Pettite on it a noble's face and I'm doing my pace makin' sure all my conrads get a true taste what?.. a good shit and I'm ringing your memory we goin' hard yo and that's how it need to be so wake up and take that sleep outcha eyes my friend here's the mot-to in your ear hear this again Chorus heavy hitters knockin shit out the park you didn't even really play tell me why did you start |
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from Q-Tip - Amplified (1999)
Take you (higher)
Hit you (higher) Make you (higher) Hit you (higher) Take you (higher) I don't know what to make of this Funny brothers on my nerves type ridiculous I guess I really gotta do it Put my game down ?????? fucking blew it Put my name down And it seems you fucked up like a drug deal gone wrong Figured out a lot, you won't be that way long Plus, you niggas is bush leaguers And I bet y'all ain't get no bush either My hood dogs sing songs of rejection and pain If we get sunshine, it's followed up by rain Like to lay your jig down and get a blessing of brains My man ???? so he stressing your chain We see the 'morrow through the shades of it might not come Got to get it all now 'cause we might be done Matrix, nigga (nigga...), you looking at the one Fortified with a bonafide blastin' of a gun We in the space for positionin' Money and illiciting Living out our lives while certain cats just lookin' in We bewildered off the sacks and the green Whether the bay, L.A., or Chicago or Queens You better raise your game They comin' at you high You better raise your game Don't ask no questions why, nigga Then speak figuratively, I mean this shit And speak literally, you in some shit (Higher) take you (Higher) hit you (Higher) make you (Higher) hit you (Higher) I dominate flows I dominate shows And, in the nightime our dominance grows And, you could see from the posture I'm holding Yo, I'm ???? up while the rest is folding A hip hop cat who's flown world wide and Experience, adventures like poseidon Bunk heads with r and b chicks Give 'em one hit joints and they lookin' for the remix The shit that I spit like plain clothes days Surprised you legit make your whole team freeze I'm so irregular Ear on the cellular Let's celebrate 'cause your man is a hell of a Fillin' the blank with a good thing to fill in We hold it still 'cause we walkin' with still (chance, chains???) Blindsided up in your own reality While we in the heat of the moment, fuck morality I really wanna see you rise to my joint ma (ma) I'm lookin' straight don't see your eyes get my point ma (ma) However you do it, I'm doing you back Yo, don't misconstrue it, 'cause I'm screwing it back Yo, rappers better count my presence as they down time I gotta move around, don't have no fuck around time So, you better just get on back just (incoherent scats) abst'act Aiyo, (higher) take you (Higher) hit you (Higher) make you (Higher) hit you (Higher.........) Uh, uh...higher......we gettin' higher Yeah.....higher...... Yo, one more time I don't know what to make of this Funny brothers on my nerves type ridiculous I guess I really gotta do it Put my game down ???? fuckin' blew it Put my name down And it seems you fucked up like a drug deal gone wrong Makin' out a lot, you won't be that way long Yeah yeah, plus, y'all niggas is bush leaguers And I bet y'all ain't gettin' no bush either And I bet y'all ain't gettin' no a-hoop either (Ad libs) |
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from Q-Tip - Amplified (1999)
[Q-Tip]
To all the lowriders, and big-riders Lowride.. what happened in the car yo? F'real, let a nigga.. Brand new truck, butter soft seat Four point somethin with a low ride somethin Ain't nothin better than to ride out the hood with it Who lookin better and damn you lookin good in it Take a chance with a nigga in the choice ride Listen to the CD's I play inside Mos Def, Jay, Prince, and Stevie Marvin Gaye, Led Zeppelin, and Biggie And when the evening is over love Gonna find a nice spot for the Rover love Do things to make the man in the moon blush My mind race but I tell my waist don't rush You's a upper echelon piece So when you find there's a stash then you don't freak You wanna nibble on a nigga ear And do all the things that make a nigga wanna get near Oh I'm a Queens representative Get wild by any means my incentive is When we done, I start it up again And ride round with you cause you my special friend, uh [CHORUS] OOh, me and you I think we should riiiide Come on come on come on come on Don't worry just done get insiiide Come on come on come on come on The second cut, her ride is like art We get creative in it when we take it out and spin it The backseat is the canvas we paintin on Abstract the word we creatin on The TV's in the back and the dash too Got miss napkins and bamboo Don't worry, the Tip's past the legal one Outkast's bangin loud in my eardrum The way the wheels spin cuttin through the still wind Outsiders lookin in with the ill grin Fuel injected brand new inspected Emissions got tested details perfected Got the Armor All touch, empty out the dutch No tobacco spillin on my rug clutch Kick off your shoes show off your peticure Shake off the blues we all forgettin more Boy that thing Stuff that brings ecstasy makin you cling A little harder than your average hug or grab Lady tell me this is better than takin a cab And when you back tell all your girls You rode around hot-wheelin drinkin, no earl Vacationin, V up my V8 Just one night we drive and we escape CHORUS x2 |
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from Q-Tip - Amplified (1999)
"Awwwwwwww. Looky here, looky here, looky here!
You out the frame with it. You off the chain with it. You out the frame with it. Woman, woman..." You got your girlfriend around ya. No wonder she surround you. Look at you. Your brown eyes pierce just like a knight, make afella think real hard about the rest of his life. The whole *shit* is strange. I'm really thinkin' brains but on the other hand, I really feel your stress and pain. Flimsy little men, they can't command you and they don't have the heart to demand you, but niether do I. I guess I'll let you walk on and watch 'cause your walk is strong. Sippin' passion wit' a stranger in the club, it doesn't necessarily equate to love. It's not really in the air, I wanna take it elsewhere Somethin' wild that 'chu can't compare. Bangin' on my wood drum now Hope your hearin' all the sound. Now, *nigga*, come now. Sittin' at home, a hat in my hand while you crawlin' on the earth with your natural tan. Your than is jigg-i-lin' and causin' a stir. Let's do it real rough until life is a blur. I suit you the way that 'chu want. Hey, hey, hey, the way that 'chu want. It caught me the way that 'chu want. ("Uh, uh, uh.") Hey, hey, hey, the way that 'chu want. ("Check it out, now.") I suit you the way that 'chu want. ("Check it out. Check it. Uh.") Hey, hey, hey, the way that 'chu want. ("Check it.") It got me the way that 'chu want. Hey, hey, hey, the way that 'chu want. I can kinda understand, you know. I mean bein' at the top, I mean to start a show. The brushes with fame, continuous game you get, hustles with plans, stakin' they clans and *shit*. But you shine and you pay it no mind, always stayin' on the grind with the thangs you do. You got the illest little switch and you ain't takin' no *shit* 'cause nobody wanna *fuck* wit' 'chu. Admiration to the utmost. All my dogs raise your cups 'til the girl toast. I don't wanna bring shame to you really, I wanna put flames to you sincerly. Make your box-spring jump like a low rida. Best place that I could be is inside ya. The love that we have could be real but you gotta go by what your heart feels. Heart feels. Heart feels. Heart feels. Heart feels. Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh. Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, come on. I suit you the way that 'chu want. Hey, hey, hey, the way that 'chu want. It got me the way that 'chu want. ("Uh, uh, uh.") Hey, hey, hey, the way that 'chu want. ("Check it out, now.") I suit you the way that 'chu want. ("Check it out. Check it. Uh.") Hey, hey, hey, the way that 'chu want. ("Check it.") It caught me the way that 'chu want. Hey, hey, hey, the way that 'chu want. |
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from Q-Tip - Amplified (1999)
[Q-Tip]
for real though who really got sick though on the edge got the ledge hangin' out of the window bird chest niggas witcha winderous fearaf fuck around you'll be against me the size of a meal sack cutie little bucks better hit the jake but that doesn't mean nothin to the heart within you cramped up you and your team I'm amped up and you asses can't dip my B my shine what the fuck is on your mind? Little weaklink rappers better hit the grind Other brothers ain't motivated they can't do it Not only the opposite train it I ran through it My music comes on and we march at the dance Inside of your mind or inside of my pants? Use a cruel intention that we have is bad You sick? Drink a NyQuil when I'm bed on your ass Oh well then here comes the gellatiin Tips on some sugars but you yap on your sellin' friends Now your party is completely blown Real name is Kamal I'll make him peep his own It's rap time for you that means nap time Preachin from my joint what the fuck I'ma clap mine Singin songs in 6 pens with sit tensed Surpised your ass is the end like the sixth sense heavy hitters knockin shit out the park you didn't even really play tell me why did you start spittin sharp blades lakes with bleach you wanna play around kid I'm not a walk at the beach a stroll in the park or your fuckin playground put on your headphones and tell me how granades sound put on your walkmase and go underneath the town Q-Tip abstract how I gets down Chorus: [Busta Rhymes] All my bitches, dance if you know that you dam sure Let your pussy drip on the dance floor if you wanna [Q-Tip] get down [Busta Rhymes] fuck that niggas will bust gats better lit a make for their rush that cuz they wanna [Q-Tip] get down [Busta Rhymes] blick shit piano sick shit [Q-Tip] get down [Busta Rhymes] chill you can get off my dick and [Q-Tip] get down [Busta Rhymes] while I'm on the hook get on your good foot and blow up the spot for all of you niggas cuz that's how we [Q-Tip] get down [Q-Tip] comin with the brand new quickly we pant to the young black man with intentions to band you see that people need a age in things so many paid their ways so many phean to stay I really rhyme cuz I feel I should say things By the fortualte act rap just so they cop rings Or maybe because when they was young They was fronted on a life alone that have their own fun Now their all grown up to be assholes I'm giving you the rope will you tie talassels? You swing dingaling for peas trees While I sip my Dacarees in the south west breeze Writings so exciting the pen it keeps Drippin out jings that's converted to hems and them People be hummin in formality next to kin My family is starvin? You know they want me to win We forfeit nigga please get off it Second checkin my name to my office Mutombo in the lane yo I toss it Abstract comin through witness abortion |
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from Q-Tip - Amplified (1999)
Lets talk about these things we see Walking across the land Lets talk about these joints I got Every body get down Lets talk about these things we see Lets talk about these joints I got Lets talk about the rules I bring And the things we take And the jobs we hold And the land we stole And a buck or two And the love for you And the things you do Lets talk about the rules I bring And the things we take And the jobs we hold And the land we stole And a buck or two And the love for you And the things you do Lets talk about the rules I bring And the things we take And the jobs we hold And the land we stole And a buck or two And the love for you And the things you do Lets talk about the rules I bring And the things we take And the jobs we hold And the land we stole And a buck or two And the love for you And the things you do I puff L's with ladies and gentlemen I break spells with faith in a burst of wind Others talk but.what they talk about? Who could walk but live what they walkabout A calm head in the middle of wartime People go down just so they could get more shine Girls wave your flag and surrender your faculty Niggaz got geez but its not really mack to me Keep it soft like we killers and often gat You walking on me guaranteed you be crawling back Abstract see it like this is the king in you Allies living one more if I'm fuckin too Dogs don't eat it up increase they feedin time I'll be damned if a mutt starts eating mine Let's stay clubbed out the moon makes it whistle Pants gripped your ass now I hope they don't fall apart Look around you tell me who else is shining girl Fat rapping cats on my dick they just whining girl That's just the magnetism that a Queens fella has Range rover gism and he fronting with his Lexus ass But watch imma drop to a bronco See me in your Bentley nigga just honk yo! And just know that your man to can get that And just though that I don't really wet that And just know that this nigga here flips tracks Ooh what, whose ya, pain and slip dat The illest regiment is what I represent Get us mad you gonna see the way gorillas went Mactime I need a diamond at least a friend I fear Allah he has no start and he has no end We raise the roof up and tear the fuck up off Bucking hard like the coast guard, who's soft? Lets talk about the rules I bring And the things we take And the jobs we hold And the land we stole And a buck or two And the love for you And the things you do Lets talk about the rules I bring And the things we take And the jobs we hold And the land we stole And a buck or two And the love for you And the things you do Lets talk about the rules I bring And the things we take And the jobs we hold And the land we stole And a buck or two And the love for you And the things you do Lets talk about the rules I bring And the things we take And the jobs we hold And the land we stole And a buck or two And the love for you And the things you do Lets talk about the rules I bring And the things we take And the jobs we hold And the land we stole And a buck or two And the love for you And the things you do Lets talk about the rules I bring And the things we take And the jobs we hold And the land we stole And a buck or two And the love for you And the things you do |
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from Q-Tip - Amplified (1999)
Uh.. check it out now
Uh.. no doubt now Uh.. yo, check it out now Uh.. no doubt yo Special girl, real good girl Biggest thing in my itty bitty world Called her up and she made me feel right Wish for bliss could never take flight Sittin back with this mic in my hand Spittin hot shit tryin to see grand Imprinted on my mind every minute Make my plans and you always in it, yo Uhh, such a vivrant thing Vivrant thing, a vivrant thing And even though we both fly Give each other space and not the evil eye Actin like grownups Don't even try to hide cause the spot blown up Girlfriend tellin you she wanna see I say 'I dunno' but you say 'Gladly' And when we both do hit We go on and on and on and on and on and Sweeter than Ben & Jerry Can I rhyme? Well you know I gets mine Sittin round in my abstract car This abstract thing goin abstract far, yo Uhh, such a vivrant thing Vivrant thing, a vivrant thing Yo.. such a vivrant thing Vivrant thing, a vivrant thing Look at you, look at me Look at you, look at me Check it, yo - check it, huh Yo, check it - uhh, yo Yo.. such a vivrant thing Vivrant thing, a vivrant thing Look at you, look at me Look at you, look at me Yo, check it, yo, check it Yo, check it, yo yo yo Yo.. such a vivrant thing Vivrant uh, uhh-uhh, uh Gettin back to my MC status All the Willie that I kick make the other niggaz mad it's movin, to your town and situation Shorty thought she subtle but she really was blatant when she shook her thing and violated Now these wolf-like thoughts are formulated I'm sayin, "Yo is this some heartfelt shit here? Am I strong-backed nigga? Well shit yeah Plus we can hold a convo' or go to the movies, my crib, whatever yo Just wanna see you by my side" We on 95, know the stash is in the ride A rappin nigga for real You would find me in a cypher if I didn't cop a deal Rap slate like big weight You buy, I sell, we split big cake Uh uh, just move your little thing Move it around and shake your little thing Uh uhh Yo.. such a vivrant thing Vivrant thing, a vivrant thing Uh, yo, you such a vivrant thing Vivrant thing, a vivrant thing yo Uh, such a vivrant thing Vivrant thing a vivrant thing uh Vivrant thing a vivrant thing uh Vivrant thing ah out yo uh uh Yo.. |
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from Q-Tip - Amplified (1999)
(Electronic Beeping noice for about 20 seconds)
We on a brand new page. ("Uh.") Millennium days, desperation on the streets gotta find a new way Keep the mics and choke holds. The saga unfolds Machavellian approaches executed by the coach I'm in these streets like a ghost The air-jettin' artist To the love, I hit 'em right plus I hit the hardest, man I got a whole new approach for the rhymin' You cherry cats slide, I'm holdin out for the Heisman Uh! You play the rappin' roll I take the rap and sold, and intertwine it wit' mine and turn a half to whole I'm just a genie in a Jack bottle Them fake ballin'-ass cats is just a wack model This joint knocks wit' the force of a gat throttle I live by 'You put it out, we get it back' motto Hey. But who around but just your average reproduction, love Rap is gettin' lose so all the ice is screamin' 'Thug' What the hell is wrong? I'm askin' in this song One time I smoked hash out of the hippies' bong One of us is goin' laid 'cause I ain't gettin' played I leave you right inside that shitty-ass bed you made and walk along chuggin' Baller's Brains, rockin' rings and things and just waitin' for white rains I got the drive, dog. I hope the dogs' ready My mentality on dime chicks is stay sweaty Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up. Get your ("It's the Ummah for all time.") wait up. Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up. Get your ("The Ummah forevea!") wait up. Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up. Get your ("GET YOUR WAAAIIIIIIIIIIT...") wait up. Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up. Get your ("..UP! UP! UP! UP! Yo!" ) wait up. You wanna shoot dice or wanna shoot rounds? Wanna sell rhymes or wanna sell pounds? The decision is yours. I'd rather see tours, get chicks wit' ghetto shit fallin' out they drawers My team stay posted. They stay roasted Niggas who all in it had a hard knock livin' Administra, rhyme minista, illa treasura You didn't know that your man was a legend, huh? Embonishment for the both of you I hit the road and I take my whole fuckin' crew cause I'm a Queens cat. ("True.") To the G's cat. ("True.") Gettin' money for more than one needs cat. ("Aiiight, c'mon.") Condition never peers and ("Take it home, kid.") mind stands out From Seattle to South Beach my joint: grand clout It's the street commentator, providin' you wit' data on how to live unique and it's really not neat. We gotta... Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up. Get your ("Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.") wait up. Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up. Get your ("Brand new shit, huh.") wait up. Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up. Get your ("GET YOUR WAAAIIIIIIIIIIT...") wait up. Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up. Get your ("..UP! UP! UP! YEAH! HA-HAA...") wait up. And all the fellas go, 'Yeah, yeah, yeah.' And all my ladies go, 'Uh, uh, uh.' And all the fellas go, 'Yeah, yeah, yeah.' And all the ladies go, 'Uh, uh, uh.' Fellas go, 'Where you at?' Ladies go, 'Yo, come back!' Fellas go...ladies go... Fellas go...ladies...yo... A mellow disposition even when it's pain Your mental ammunition is faulty wit' a drain I puts it down, Lord, Fuck a mic cord Brother's out of his game so we can see tours The innovator - your man still a hater The Abstract imprint, it stays like a Smint I got the masses cold, wigglin' and shakin' they ass Ma, you betta get involved and do it real fast (Beeping starts again but with instrumental backing it) |
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from Save The Last Dance (세이브 더 라스트 댄스) by Mark Isham [ost] (2000)
[Ice Cube]
Yeah, yeah Get your ass up in her, yeah Uh, Ice Cube baby Ninety-nine baby I'm on the grind baby All the time baby Show me something *[Ms. Toi] You can do it put your back into it [Ice Cube] I can do it put your ass into it [Ms. Toi] You can do it put your back into it [Ice Cube] I can do it put your ass into it [Ms. Toi] Put your back into it [Ice Cube] Put your ass into it [Ice Cube] Tic-tic-boom Hear me banging down these back streets Bumpin' Blackstreet, fiending like an athlete Life ain't a track meet (no) It's a marathon Fuck the cemetery that a nigga get buried on We be clubbing till we die Nigga ask the bartender if you think we lie But if you think we high, nigga think again Cause when it's sink or swim You got to think to win As I drink this here Everybody will know it Cause I ain't going for it So pray to the Lord that I don't pull out Cuss out and bust out Go to nigga raveling Make the clip traveling You can try to smoke an ounce to this While I pronounce this shit Baby bounce them tits Mama move them hips Baby shake them cheeks I got dick for days You got ass for weeks, yeah, yeah [Ms. Toi](Ice Cube) Don't stop get it, get it (That's real) Don't stop nigga hit it (I will) [Ice Cube] I'm gon' do it, gon' do it Gon' do it, do it, do it *Repeat [Ice Cube] Now all I wanna do is have fun with my loved ones The thug ones, relatives and my cousins And I got ?m by the dozen We they buzz hun, quick to say fuck your husband This is for my niggas locked away Extra love for the ones who ain't got no date But when we hit checkmate with Ice Cube the great As soon as I get a word we can rush the safe Fuck them license plates because life is great It don't matter if you're rich and your folks ain't straight I'm still coming with that underground gangsta shit No matter how many niggas say we ain't the shit [Ms. Toi](Ice Cube) Don't stop get it, get it (That's real) Don't stop nigga hit it (I will) [Ice Cube] I'm gon' do it, gon' do it Gon' do it, do it, do it *Repeat [Mack 10] I do hard core rhyming, hard time grinding With will I pimp hoes Other niggas wine and dine them Gotta love this pup shit Passing the mud shit Pockets on flood shit OG lyrical blood shit I don't rent I buy shit Niggas jealous of my shit You unaware of this young nigga getting all the fly shit While you're rooting and recruiting Nigga 6-8 whooping I was in the hood shooting cause I had the wife whooping I go from padres gold to oversized jars I past up strife and got star awards No time for hating, Mack paper chasing Came out the substation to the hip hop nation The mo' hits the mo' bigga with illegal weight figga Done develop the status of a platinum plus nigga Bust the first asshole to show I can hit it I keep pushing, don't quit it Don't stop till I get it *Repeat We be clubbing Freaky gyration is close to fornication We be clubbing Freaky gyration is close to fornication Ice Cube Westside Connection Know how we do? Get your ass up in her |
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from 2Pac - The Rose That Grew From Concrete (2000)
(feat. 2Pac)
[Q-Tip] One two.. Dedicated, dedicated.. Yo I remember, it musta been about, ninety-one, ninety-two Somethin like that.. We had did a show, in San Fran', and 'Pac ran up on stage with us We was doin "Check the Rhime" And after he got up with us, went to the back and he asked me if I saw "Juice" - figure it just came out I remember givin him love We always had that respect for each other heh, y'knahmsayin? I guess uh.. we was enjoined kinda on the same path of truth Or whatever whatever But he still here though I know uhm ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh I know it, y'knahmsayin? I feel him right here Yeah, I just feel him right here Hah, hmm, I just feel him right here Huh, I'ma take my time, I'ma do this joint Ha ha ha, ha ha The fear, in the heart, of a man Dedicated to my heart, my ha-ha-heart The fear, in the heart, of a man Dedicated to my heart.. Against an attacker, I will boldly take my stand because my heart will show, fear for no man Before a broken heart, I run with fright scared to be blind in the vulnerable night Uhh, I believe this fear is in every man some will acknowledge it, others will fail to understand Uhh uhh uhh uhh, there's no fear in a shallow heart because the shallow heart is faint and don't fall apart because the shallow heart is faint don't fall apart But feeling hearts that truly care are fragile to the flow of air And if I am to be true then I must give.. my fragile heart my fragile heart I may re-ceive-great-joy Or you may re-turn it, say it again I may re-ceive-great-joy-or you may re-turn it, ripped apart, hah ripped apart.. ripped apart.. ripped apart nothing left.. ripped apart Yeah, Tupac Shakur Tupac Shakur Tupac Tupac Tupac Tupac Shakur We miss you And we love you And we love you Tupac Shakur And we miss you And we love you Tupac Shakur, such a beautiful man, such a beautiful man Tupac Shakur, I said we love you mon, I said we love you mon Tupac Shakur, mmmm yeah |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Anthology (2000)
chorus Dove from De La Soul:
We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand New York, NJ, N.C., VA We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand Oaktown, L.A., San Fran, St. John Q-Tip: People give your ears so I be sublime It's enjoyable to know you and the concubine Niggaz, take off your coats ladies, act liike gems Sit down, Indian style, as we recite these hymns See, lyrically I'm Mario Andretti on the mo-mo Luticrous, we speedy, or infectious with the slow-mo Heard me in the eighties, J Beez on the promo On my never endin quest to get the paper on the caper But now, let me take it to the Queens side I'm takin it to Brooklyn side All the residential Questers to invade the way Hold up a second son, cuz we almost there You can be a black man and lose all your soul You can be white and blue but don't crap the roll See my shit is universal, if you got knowledge and dolo Of delf for self, see there's no one else Who can drop it on the angle, acute at that So, do that, do that, do do that that that(come on) Do that, do that, do do that that that(OK) Do that, do that, do do that that that I'm buggin out, so let me get back cuz I'm wettin niggaz So run and tell the others cuz we are the brothas I learned how to build mics in my workshop class So give me this award, and let's not make it the last chorus: We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand Chinatown, Spokane, London, Tokyo We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand Houston, Delaware, DC, Dallas Phife: Back in '89, I simply slid into place Buddy, buddy, buddy all up in your face A lot of kids was bustin rhymes but they had no taste Some said Quest was wack, but now is that the case I have a quest to have the mic in my hand Without that, it's like Kryptonite and Superman So Shaheed come in with the sugar cuts Phife Dawg's my name, but on stage, call me Dynomutt When was the last time you heard the Phifer sloppy Lyrics anonymous, you'll never hear me copy Top notch baby, never comin less Sky's the limit, you gots to believe up in Quest Sit back , relax, get up out the path If not that, here's the dancefloor, come move that ass Non-believers, you can the steps I roll with Shaheed and the brotha Abstract Niggaz know the time when the Quest is in the jam I never let a statue tell me how nice I am Comin with more hits than the Braves and the Yankees Livin mad phat like an over sized Bam-bi The wackest crews try to dis, it makes me laugh When my track record's longer than a DC-20 aircraft So, next time that you think you want somethin here Make somethin deffer, take that garbage to St. Elsewhere chorus: We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand S.C., Maryland, New Orleans, Motown We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand Chinatown, Spokane, London, Tokyo We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand Houston, Delaware, DC, Dallas We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand New York, NJ, N.C., VA |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Anthology (2000)
Yo, microphone check one two what is this The five foot assassin with the ruffneck business I float like gravity, never had a cavity Got more rhymes than the Winans got family No need to sweat Arsenio to gain some type of fame No shame in my game cause I'll always be the same Styles upon styles upon styles is what I have You wanna diss the Phifer but you still don't know the half I sport New Balance sneakers to avoid a narrow path Messin round with this you catch ?the sizin of em? I never half step cause I'm not a half stepper Drink a lot of soda so they call me Dr. Pepper Refuse to com-pete with BS competition Your name ain't Special Ed so won't you Seckle With the Mission I never walk the streets, think it's all about me Even though deep in my heart, it really could be I just try my best to like go all out Some might even say yo shorty black you're buggin' out [Q-Tip] Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh, uh! Zulu Nation, brothers that's creation Minds get flooded, ejaculation right on the two inch tape The Abstract poet incognito, runsss the cape Not the best not the worst and occasionally I curse to get my point across, so bust, the floss As I go in betweeen, the grit and the dirt Listen to the mission listen Miss as I do work, umm as I crack the, monotone Children of the jazz so, get your own Smokin R |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Anthology (2000)
[Q-Tip]
Can I kick it? (Yes, you can!) *7X* Well, I'm gone (Go on then!) Can I kick it? To all the people who can Quest like A Tribe does Before this, did you really know what live was? Comprehend to the track, for it's why cuz Gettin measures on the tip of the vibers Rock and roll to the beat of the funk fuzz Wipe your feet really good on the rhythm rug If you feel the urge to freak, do the jitterbug Come and spread your arms if you really need a hug Afrocentric living is a big shrug A life filled with *HORN* that's what I love A lower plateau is what we're above If you diss us, we won't even think of Will Nipper the doggy give a big shove? This rhythm really fits like a snug glove Like a box of positives is a plus, love As the Tribe flies high like a dove [Phife Dawg] Can I kick it? (Yes, you can!) *7X* Well, I'm gone (Go on then!) Can I kick it? To my Tribe that flows in layers Right now, Phife is a poem sayer At times, I'm a studio conveyor Mr. Dinkins, would you please be my mayor? You'll be doing us a really big favor Boy this track really has a lot of flavor When it comes to rhythms, Quest is your savior Follow us for the funky behavior Make a note on the rhythm we gave ya Feel free, drop your pants, check your ha-ir Do you like the garments that we wear? I instruct you to be the obeyer A rhythm recipe that you'll savor Doesn't matter if you're minor or major Yes, the Tribe of the game, rhythm player As you inhale like a breath of fresh air |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Anthology (2000)
[q-tip]
fool - defined in webster's open up the book, read it read it turn the page, see what it says read it to me will you please (one who acts dope ??? so what does it mean to me?) that's you (how's that?) cos of the way you act (huhhh?!?!) standin on the corner sellin girbauds (what you talkin bout?) scalin your friends and also your foes what's the matter wit'cha boy? (ain't nuttin wrong with me, mother...) you big galoot (huh?), you nincompoop (what?) what's wrong wit you? you can't compute (yes sure i can compute) don't fix your lips to tell me you can standin on the poley playin pusher man what you got to do with yourself? (oh what?) can't you be somebody else? (no) look at you described to a tee (huh) you're a fool of many in society i know some more, i shall go on and continue in the song, fooled the fool "fool" - scratched by ali shaheed (man i don't know what you're talkin bout callin me a fool i've been out here for twentysome odd years doin my thing, i ain't no fool man you crazy or something? i'm gonna stick this, right up your...) [q-tip] the girl i talked to she's sort of neurotic (yeah) her crazy ex-boyfriend is really psychotic (uh-huh) scares the girl by threatenin her life (word) says "girl, you're dead if you're not my wife" (oh man) beats in her public, beats her in private (yes) tried it 'round me, "almost" won't buy it (what you mean?) said "forget him, don't you know he's a loser" who would love a woman turn around and abuse her (ohh) only a fool as described by the tribe here's another one who's on the fool vibe (okay) gonna make it shor |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Anthology (2000)
Relax yourself girl, please set-tle down (4X) Verse One: Q-Tip, Phife Dawg Honey, check it out, you got me mesmerized With your black hair and fat-ass thighs Street poetry is my everyday But yo, I gotta stop when you trot my way If I was workin at the club you would not pay Aiyyo, my man Phife, dig it, he got somthin to say I like em brown, yellow, Puero Rican or Hatian Name is Phife Dawg from the Zulu Nation Told you in the jam that We Can Get Down Now let's Knock the Boots like the group H-Town You got BBD all on your bedroom wall But I'm Above the Rim and this is how I ball A pretty little somethin on the New York street This is how I represent over this here beat Talkin bout you Yo, I took you out But sex was on my mind for the whole damn route My mind was in a frenzy and a horny state But I couldn't drop dimes cause *you couldn? relate* Chorus Verse Two: Q-Tip, Phife Dawg Stretch out your legs, let me make you bawl Drive you insane, drive you up the wall Starin at your dome-piece, very strong Stronger than cries, stronger than Teflon Take you on the ave and you buy me links Now I wanna pound the putang until it stinks You can be my mama and I'll be your boy Original rude boy, never am I coy You can be a shorty in my ill convoy Not to come across as a thug or a hood But hon, you got the goods, like Madeline Woods By the way, my name's Malik The Five-Foot Freak Let's say we get together by the end of the week She simply said, "No," labelled me a hoe I said, "How you figure?" "My friends told me so." I hate when silly groupies wanna run they yap Word to God, hon, I don't get down like that I'll have you weak in the knees that you could hardly speak Or we could do like Uncle L and swing an ep in my jeep Keep it in the down, yo, we keep it discrete See, I'm not the type to kid to have my biz in the streets If my mom don? approve, then I'll just elope Let me sink the little man from inside the boat Let me hit it from the back, girl I won't catch a hernia Bust off on your couch, now you got semen's furniture Shaheed, Phife and the Extra P Stacy, ? DJ and my man L.G. They know the Abstract is really soul on ice The character is of men, never ever of mice Shorty let me tell you about my only vice It has to do with lots of lovin and *it ain't nuthin nice* Chorus |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Anthology (2000)
Now you caught me heart for the evening Kissed my cheek, moved in, you confuse things Should i just sit out or come harder? Help me find my way Q-tip: Messing me up, my whole head Teasing me, just like tisha, did martin Now look at what you're starting Schoolboy's crush and it ain't on the hush The whole world sees it but you can't (uh) My peoples they complain, sitt and rave and rant (come on) Your name is out my mouth like an ancient chant (say what?) Got me like a dog as i pause and pant... Phife: Speaking of which, got a leash and i wish just to rock you miss (come on) Make a militant move, peep my strategy (what?) End of the day you're not mad at me (uh) Not dealing with nobody, now that's what you told me (what?) I said: "hey yo, it's cool, we can just be friendly" (come on) 'cause yo, picture me messing it up Her mind not corrupt with the ill c-cups Shit, i'm on my j.o. (come on) Bullshitting, hoping that the day goes slow (what?) Got me like a friend, what confuses me though Is kisses when we greet, tell me what's the dill yo? (dill yo, yo, yo...) (2x) Q-tip: Now why you wanna go and do that, love, huh? Making things for me towards you harder Killing me, just when i think we're there You got the whole vibe and the flows in the air Telling me 'bout next man But next man ain't the nigga with the plan Who got your heart in mind? It's about time that you just unwind (come on) Phife: And let it just happen, make it front-free (uh) Just sweat me like moneypenny (uh) Digging you, getting inside of your stee (what?) It's the quest that keeping you company Forever, or however you want it Q-tip: Word word, now wait a minute now before you jet it to the curb (yeah, yeah) Start to make affections, which is good not the hurt But it, it aint me, and i, i ain't blurred (uh) I'ma still just chill with you Maybe things could change if you change your view (come on) If not then i guess it is cool (yeah) Just, to keep to yourself and adbide by the rules, right Check it out now... Check it out now... Like that now... Check it out now... Wha wha now... Check it out now... Yeah yeah now... Check it out now... Check it out now... It's like that now... Check it out now... Yeah yeah now... Check it out now... What you say, what? what? till fade out |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Anthology (2000)
My mother went away for a month-long trip
Her and some friends on an ocean-liner ship She made a big mistake by leaving me home I had to roam so I picked up the phone Dialed Ali up to see what was going down Told him I pick him up so we could drive around Took the Dodge Dart, a '74 My mother left a yard but I needed one more Shaheed had me covered with a hundred greenbacks So we left Brooklyn and we made big tracks drove down the Belt, got on the Conduit Came to a toll, we paid and went through it Had no destination, we was on a quest Ali laid in the back so he could get rest Drove down the road for two-days-and-a-half The sun had just risen on a dusty path Just then a figure had caught my eye A man with a sombrero who was four feet high I pulled over to ask were we was at His index finger he tipped up his hat "El Segundo," he said, "my name is Pedro If you need directions, I'll tell you pronto" Needed civilization, some sort of reservation He said a mile south, there's a fast food station Thanks, senor, as I start up the motor Ali said, "Damn, Tip, why you drive so far for?" (Well describe to me what the wallet looks like) Anyway a gas station we passed We got gas and went on to get grub It was a nice little pub in the middle of nowhere Anywhere would have been better I ordered enchiladas and I ate 'em Ali had the fruit punch When we finished we thought for ways to get back I had a hunch Ali said, "Pay for lunch" So I did it Pulled out the wallet and I saw this wicked beautiful lady She was a waitress there Put the wallet down and stared and stared To put me back into reality, here's Shaheed: "Yo, Tip, man, you got what you need?" I checked for keys and started to step What do you know, my wallet I forget Yo, it was a brown wallet, it had props numbers Had my jimmy hats I got to get it man Lord, have mercy The heat got hotter, Ali stars to curse me I fell bad but he makes me feel badder Chit-chit-chatter, car stars to scatter Breaking on out, we was Northeast bound Jettin' on down at the seepd of sound Three days coming and three more going We get back and there was no slack 490 Madison, we're here, Sha He said, "All right, Tip, see you tomorrow" Thinking about the past week, the last week Hands go in my pocket, I can't speak Hopped in the car and torpe'ed to the shack Of Shaheed, "We gotta go back" when he said "Why?" I said, "We gotta go 'Cause I left my wallet in El Segundo" Yeah, I left my wallet in El Segundo Left my wallet in El Segundo Left my wallet in El Segundo I gotta get, I got-got ta get it |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Anthology (2000)
Whatever happened to - twin sets
Whatever happened to - hi-fi Whatever happened to - TV sex Whatever happened to - you and I Your passion is a product (Of) highlight and detail That come hither look Bonus offer retail Whatever happened to - pick-up trucks Whatever happened to - yellow pages Whatever happened to - burning books Whatever happened to - new ages Your emotions are cheap Cut price cash and carry Your heart on your sleeve For any Tom, Dick or Harry Your love is a cashed-in cheque Oh oh that's the way of all flesh Whatever happened to - Chairman Mao Whatever happened to - God above Whatever happened to - the cow Whatever happened to - plug-in love Your pasteurised life so fit for consumption Ooooo those undressing eyes so strictly commercial Your love is a cashed-in cheque Oh oh that's the way of all flesh All flesh All flesh |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Anthology (2000)
Rough, rough, rugged Tough like a nugget Listen to the Abstract Poetic, don't snub it The Midnight Marauder is the hype beat arranger Don't front on the lyrics or the two cuz it's danger Hook you like a junkie, you'll flip like a monkey To the openness of the rhythm, so proceed because I'm funky I get down, down like a fly hooker's panties Make you catch a spirit and motivate a fanny I be the fly poet, rappers, they get jelly Upset when I rock, cuz yo, they beats is smelly See, I got it goin on like a Forbes tax return Listenin to these lyrics when it's hot will make it burn Baby burn, baby burn, up into the heavens The skies up above, the one you think of Is the highly regarded, hell of the people Your mic and my mic? Come on, yo, no equal So if ya wanna do it to yourself That is to mess around with the jazz, then just blame yourself Cuz you made your bed, so now you lay in it That's your (shit) on the floor, then go and play in it I refuse to catch a 'L' in a battle Cuz yo, I got the jazz and I'll whup a rapper's (ass) Into little next to nuthin Test me if I'm frontin I'm passin flyin colors cuz yo... Chorus (Q-Tip): Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz) (7X) We've got the jazz Come on Come on, Phife Phife: No need for introductions cuz you know who I be (the Phife Dawg) Yep, the one who loves to slaugher MCs I got style, grace and razamatazz I'm like my girl Patrice Rushen, yo I add pizazz, now Most people remember Phife from the Phife like smoothness But now it's time to hit you with roughneck rudeness I'm st |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Anthology (2000)
Whatever happened to - twin sets
Whatever happened to - hi-fi Whatever happened to - TV sex Whatever happened to - you and I Your passion is a product (Of) highlight and detail That come hither look Bonus offer retail Whatever happened to - pick-up trucks Whatever happened to - yellow pages Whatever happened to - burning books Whatever happened to - new ages Your emotions are cheap Cut price cash and carry Your heart on your sleeve For any Tom, Dick or Harry Your love is a cashed-in cheque Oh oh that's the way of all flesh Whatever happened to - Chairman Mao Whatever happened to - God above Whatever happened to - the cow Whatever happened to - plug-in love Your pasteurised life so fit for consumption Ooooo those undressing eyes so strictly commercial Your love is a cashed-in cheque Oh oh that's the way of all flesh All flesh All flesh |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Anthology (2000)
Verse 1: Q-Tip
Brother, brother, brother, Lucien, you're like no other. Listen very close 'cause I don't like to boast. Instead, I'll tell the tale of a French who prevailed Through the Mr. Crazy Rabbits who were always on his tail. ? on sale, your rumour starts to wail. Get caught with stolen goods and you will go to jail. If you go to jail, then who will pay the bail? They'll put you back to France on a ship with a sail. Escargot, Lucien, you eat snails. (Hey yo Tip, what's wrong with snails?) From the Zulu nation, from a town called Paris, Came to America to find liberty. Instead of finding pleasure, all you found was misery, But listen, Lucien, you have a friend in me. Oh, luck luck will drive you butt baddy. Next time you get some wheels, make it a Caddy. In terms of doing good, I know you wish you really could, But listen, brother man, I really think you can. Succeed with the breed of the brothers on your back. It's the creme de la creme, and you can bounce with that. It'll take a minute, ?rice?, so take my advice. Trust in us, and thus you trust in your life. Lucine, Lucien, Lucien, Lucien. You should know! Verse 2: Q-Tip Are you ready, Lu? This one is for you, Comin' from a true-blue, fits like a shoe. ? or "Commenet-allez-vous"? Lucien, I'll leave it up to you. Voulez vous (vous). Endez vous (vous). Coo-coo (coo). Les poo-poo (poo) Watch that lass, gonna backlash fast. Can you get a grip on the crackhead dip? Sold you a paper bag, guess he saw you comin', VCR from a neck-bone bummin', $10 brother, he was hummin' and strummin', Only had 20, he was livin' like ya slummin', Gave him the money, well, I thought that was somethin', Lookin' like a kid who was lost in crumbin'. Don't worry about a thing, I won't get specific. This is a song that is long and prolific. Think of the stuff that I said if you can. Figure it out, compute, understnad. No problemo, I'll help you with your demo If you go to the store for me. Lucien, I'm just kiddin'. You should know! Verse 3: Q-Tip You gotta get a grip on the missions you'll be takin', Not so much the mission, but you got crazy ignition. Sure, the sugar-babies wanna give you a chance With the French "savoir faire" and the sexy dance, But is she really fly, or is she a guy? I won't ask why, 'cause I know that you try. You try too hard, is that the answer to the riddle? Instead of doin' so much, why don't you do just a little? Boy, what a cad, I guess we shouldn't treat him bad. In fact, it would be nice if we understood him like A case of positionin' the feet in the shoes, Sympathetic reason in the case of the blues. Lucien is blue, even though he's really brown. I had to make the sound, his life is too profound. On the up-and-up, he's somethin' like a little pup, Young and naive, it's hard to believe. As long as you're strong, you can quest with the questers, Jolly like a jumping bean or a jester. Lucien, Lucien, Lucien, Lucien. You should know! |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Anthology (2000)
[Q-tip]:
Listen up everybody the bottom line I'm a black intellect, but unrefined with precision like a bullet, target bound just livin like a hooker, the harlett sounds now when I say the harlett, you know I mean the hott V-A-V-A-Vader, the brothers in the spot Jalick, Jalick ya wind up ya hit Captain of the poets, I'm the #7 pick lick, lick, lick boy on your backside lick, lick, lick boy on your backside listen to the fader, Shaheed lets it glide Tip the earthly body heavens on my side even in Santo Domingo Can I gotta Gringo we got mikes when do we go know a little nigga who can ryhme when you ask me short, dark, and plus his voice is raspy Phife Dawg 1 for the treble 2 for the bass you know the style Tip it's time to flip this I like my beats hard like two day old shit steady eatin booty M.C's like cheese Grits My man Al B. Sure, he's in effect mode used to have a crush on Dawn from En Vogue it's not like honey dip would wanna get with me but just in case I own more condoms then T.L.C. now the formula is this Me, Tip, and Ali for those who can't count it goes 1-2-3 The answer(scratch-Damn right I'm)Hiccup is how i be brothers find it's hard to do but never me some brothers try to dis my malik you see'm ditchin me now cure all the B.B. M.C.'s my shit is hittin trainin gladiator, anti-hesitater Shaheed push the fader from here to Granada Mr. energetic, who me sound pathetic when's the last time you heard a funky diabetic? (I don't know man(3x)) (I don't know(2x)) [Chorus]: (Oh My God yes, Oh my god(10)) [Q-Tip] Complimentary it be the theif of Poetry I got a humdinger comin hook line and sinker the TIMBO hits with the prints underground TIMBO's on the toes, i like the way it's goin down down like the lady of the evenin when it goes in Toots just beleive the sin cuz Queens is the county, Jamaica is the place Take off your boots cuz you can't run the race [Chorus]: (Oh My God(14)) |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Anthology (2000)
I really know how it feels to be, stressed out, stressed out When you're face to face with your adversity I really know how it feels to be, stressed out, stressed out We're gonna make this thing work out eventually Verse one: consequence, q-tip Yo i ain't one to complain but there's things in the game (what's your name?) consequence, i'm tight, burnt like flames (and why's that?) american dreams, they got this ghetto kid in a fiend Don't stress that cause it's not in your bloodstream Your whole being, comes from greatness, d'you remember Shatan got you caught in the storms of december And brothers on the block packin nines like september Crazy situations keeps pockets on slender Yo i be on the avenue where they be actin brand new I'm splurgin on these reebok joints for shorty boo All of a sudden, i saw these two kids frontin Talkin out they joints but they wasn't sayin nuttin My hand was on my toolie they was actin unruly (say word) yo word up, yo i was tight caught up But i swallowed my pride and let that nonsense ride Because i'm positive it seems that negative dies Yo we was at the dice game makin these cats look silly Flamin, steady runnin off at the willie I had my cash mixed, my rent due, with my play-dough I gotta see some loot so all my girls i blow Shook them shits in my palm let em hit the flo' Kept my eyeballs scopin for them pigs po-po I got to go on the ave see my parole by fo' But i gotta steady freak these boys like jojo And i was doin it, til i met ike, spike, and mike One roll, they had my pockets thirstier than sprite Yo i know the feelin, when you feelin like a villain You be havin good thoughts but the evils be revealin And the stresses of life can take you off the right path (no doubt) Jealousy and envy tends to infiltrate your staff We gotta hold it down so we can move on past All adversities, so we can get through fast, like that Chorus Verse two: consequence You got the n.w.o. (low cash flow) Your baby's on the way (and you don't know who) And crosstown niggaz tryin to (bust at you) Aiyyo they got me stressed out (and you don't know what to do) So frame this kodak black, and vision to my contact With a poultry scrap, workers get pistol smacked The switch hittin queens, niggaz liquid sword spittin With raw poppy, and now your first love is krill Your vision of the mil got crept like hey lover Tried to rise to the top, you just couldn't recover And all i want is my laceration of the pie To get this whip cream before the water runs dry Niggaz flashdancin yo i don't know why You're sick of snitchin, she got you cruisin to the pokey Like smokey, the stress be tryin to squeeze out a homey While i be tryin to get star status like shinobi So we can build a dynasty, just like the toby's And all i want, is the world to know my steez These money hungry niggaz is seven thirty And got me stressed out like these frog mc's Chorus Outro: faith evans Don't worry we gon make it (gonna make it) Don't worry we gon make it (oh yeah) Don't worry we gon make it (gonna make it) We gon make it (gotta make it) Don't worry we gon make it (gotta make it) We're gonna make it (we gotta make it) Don't worry we gon make it (we gonna make it) We gonna make it (ohhhhhhh) Don't worry we gon make it (ohhhhhhh) Don't worry we gon make it (gonna make it) Don't worry we gon make it (ohhhhhhh) We gon make it (ahaowwhwwww) Don't worry we gon make it (ahahwwww) I know we gonna make it (we're gonna make it) C'mon baby we gon make it (yeahhhh) We gon make it (yeahhahhahhhh) Don't worry we gon make it (we're gonna make it) We've gotta make it (we've gotta make it) We've gotta make it (oh yeah) Know we're gonna make it We're gonna make it, gonna make it, we gotta make it, know we gonna make it... |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Anthology (2000)
Uh, check it out now
Uh, no doubt now Uh, yo, check it out now Uh, no doubt, yo Special girl, real good girl Biggest thing in my itty bitty world Called her up and she made me feel right Wish the bliss could never take flight Sittin back with this mic in my hand Spittin hot shit tryin to see grand Imprinted on my mind every minute Make my plans and you always in it, yo [chorus] You're such a vivrant thing, Vivrant thing, a vivrant thing And even though we both fly Give each other space and not the evil eye Actin like grownups Don't even try to hide cause the spot blown up Girlfriend tellin you she wanna see I say 'i dunno' but you say 'gladly' And when we both do hemp We go on and on and on and on and on and Sweeter than ben & jerry Can i rhyme? well you know i gets mine Sittin round in my abstract part This abstract thing goin abstract far, yo Chorus (4x) Gettin back to my mc status All the willy that i kick make the other niggaz maddest Movin, to your town and situation Shorty thought she subtle but she really was blatant when she Shook her thing and violated Now these wolf-like thoughts are formulated I'm sayin, "yo is this some heartfelt shit here? Am i strong-backed nigga? well shit yeah" Plus we can hold a convo' Or go to the movies, my crib, whatever yo Just wanna see you by my side We on 95, know the stash is in the ride A rappin nigga for real You would find me in a cypher if i didn't cop a deal Rap slate like big grate You buy, i sell, we split big cake Uh uh, just move your little thing Move it around and shake your little thing Uh uhh yo Chorus (3x) |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Low End Theory (2001)
Yo, microphone check one two what is this The five foot assassin with the ruffneck business I float like gravity, never had a cavity Got more rhymes than the Winans got family No need to sweat Arsenio to gain some type of fame No shame in my game cause I'll always be the same Styles upon styles upon styles is what I have You wanna diss the Phifer but you still don't know the half I sport New Balance sneakers to avoid a narrow path Messin round with this you catch ?the sizin of em? I never half step cause I'm not a half stepper Drink a lot of soda so they call me Dr. Pepper Refuse to com-pete with BS competition Your name ain't Special Ed so won't you Seckle With the Mission I never walk the streets, think it's all about me Even though deep in my heart, it really could be I just try my best to like go all out Some might even say yo shorty black you're buggin' out [Q-Tip] Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh, uh! Zulu Nation, brothers that's creation Minds get flooded, ejaculation right on the two inch tape The Abstract poet incognito, runsss the cape Not the best not the worst and occasionally I curse to get my point across, so bust, the floss As I go in betweeen, the grit and the dirt Listen to the mission listen Miss as I do work, umm as I crack the, monotone Children of the jazz so, get your own Smokin R |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Low End Theory (2001)
Yo, microphone check one two what is this The five foot assassin with the ruffneck business I float like gravity, never had a cavity Got more rhymes than the Winans got family No need to sweat Arsenio to gain some type of fame No shame in my game cause I'll always be the same Styles upon styles upon styles is what I have You wanna diss the Phifer but you still don't know the half I sport New Balance sneakers to avoid a narrow path Messin round with this you catch ?the sizin of em? I never half step cause I'm not a half stepper Drink a lot of soda so they call me Dr. Pepper Refuse to com-pete with BS competition Your name ain't Special Ed so won't you Seckle With the Mission I never walk the streets, think it's all about me Even though deep in my heart, it really could be I just try my best to like go all out Some might even say yo shorty black you're buggin' out [Q-Tip] Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh, uh! Zulu Nation, brothers that's creation Minds get flooded, ejaculation right on the two inch tape The Abstract poet incognito, runsss the cape Not the best not the worst and occasionally I curse to get my point across, so bust, the floss As I go in betweeen, the grit and the dirt Listen to the mission listen Miss as I do work, umm as I crack the, monotone Children of the jazz so, get your own Smokin R |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Low End Theory (2001)
Verse One: Phife Dawg
1988 Senior Year, Garvey High Where all the guys were corny but the girls were mad fly Loungin with the Tipster, Coolin with Sha Scopin out the honeys - they know who they are I was the b-ball playin fly rhyme sayin Fly girl gettin but never was I sweatin Cause when it came to honeys I would go on a stroll Until I met my match - her name was Flo Yeah - I messed around with the one called Flo All the troopers round the way used to call her a ho But deep down in my heart I knew that Flo was good to go Cause I thought it was me - like Bell Biv Devoe But little did I know that she was playin' with my mind The only thing I learned is, good girls are hard to find I feel like Heavy D I need somebody for me Not someone who's mind is blank and tryin' to juice me for my bank Swingin' with my main man Lucky behind my back What type of crap is that - yo, hows about a smack? Word life, I can't front - thought I was all that But now it seems, I met my match Was a stone cold lover, you couldn't tell me jack Settlin' down with one girl, wasn't tryin' to hear that I had Tonya, Tamika, Sharon, Karen Tina, Stacy, Julie, Tracy Used ta love 'em, leave 'em, skeeze 'em, tease 'em Find 'em, lose 'em - also abuse 'em My whole attitude was new day, next hon And believe it or not, they all got done Well here comes Flo, with the crazy whip appeal And I'm all true man, like Alexander O'Neal Is this really love, then again, how would I know After all this time tryin' to be a superhoe She finally played me, but yo, I'd find another Cause I got the crazy game and yo, I'm smooth like butter Chorus: Q-Tip Butter, like butter baby . . . [repeat 2X] Not no Parkay, not no margarine, Strickly butter baby, strictly butter Verse Two: Phife Dawg I remember when, Girls were goodie two shoes, but now they turned to freaks Allofasudden "We love you Phife" - ease of ho, my name's Malik Phife this, Phife that, where you goin', where you at These girls don't know me from jack, yet I feel like the Mack You didn't want me then, so hon, don't want me now Here, Here - take the towel, wipe off your brow And take the Ccontact out your eye, you're far from lookin' fly You get an E for effort, and T for nice try Now tell me what's the reason, for dyin' your hair Slum village gold still danglin in your ear You barely have a neck but still sportin' a rope Four-finger ring just so Phifer can scope You looked in the mirror, didn't know what to do Yesterday your eyes were brown but today they are blue Your whole appearance is a lie and it could never be true And if you really loved yourself then you would try and be you If your hair and eyes were real, I wouldn't have dissed ya But since it was bought, I had to dismiss ya If you can't achieve it, then why not try and weave it If you can't extend it then you might as well suspend it If you can't braid it, best thing to do is fade it I asked who did your hair and you tell me "Diane made it" If you were you and just you, talk to you, maybe But I can't stand, no bionic lady Tryin' hard to look fly, but yo, you're lookin' dumber If I wanted someone like you I woulda swung with Jamie Summers You wanna be treated right, see Father MC Or check Ralph Tresvant, for sens-a-tiv-i-ty See I am not the one, I got more game than Parker Brothers Phife Dog is on the mic and I'm smooth like Butter . . . |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Low End Theory (2001)
Verse One: Phife Dawg
1988 Senior Year, Garvey High Where all the guys were corny but the girls were mad fly Loungin with the Tipster, Coolin with Sha Scopin out the honeys - they know who they are I was the b-ball playin fly rhyme sayin Fly girl gettin but never was I sweatin Cause when it came to honeys I would go on a stroll Until I met my match - her name was Flo Yeah - I messed around with the one called Flo All the troopers round the way used to call her a ho But deep down in my heart I knew that Flo was good to go Cause I thought it was me - like Bell Biv Devoe But little did I know that she was playin' with my mind The only thing I learned is, good girls are hard to find I feel like Heavy D I need somebody for me Not someone who's mind is blank and tryin' to juice me for my bank Swingin' with my main man Lucky behind my back What type of crap is that - yo, hows about a smack? Word life, I can't front - thought I was all that But now it seems, I met my match Was a stone cold lover, you couldn't tell me jack Settlin' down with one girl, wasn't tryin' to hear that I had Tonya, Tamika, Sharon, Karen Tina, Stacy, Julie, Tracy Used ta love 'em, leave 'em, skeeze 'em, tease 'em Find 'em, lose 'em - also abuse 'em My whole attitude was new day, next hon And believe it or not, they all got done Well here comes Flo, with the crazy whip appeal And I'm all true man, like Alexander O'Neal Is this really love, then again, how would I know After all this time tryin' to be a superhoe She finally played me, but yo, I'd find another Cause I got the crazy game and yo, I'm smooth like butter Chorus: Q-Tip Butter, like butter baby . . . [repeat 2X] Not no Parkay, not no margarine, Strickly butter baby, strictly butter Verse Two: Phife Dawg I remember when, Girls were goodie two shoes, but now they turned to freaks Allofasudden "We love you Phife" - ease of ho, my name's Malik Phife this, Phife that, where you goin', where you at These girls don't know me from jack, yet I feel like the Mack You didn't want me then, so hon, don't want me now Here, Here - take the towel, wipe off your brow And take the Ccontact out your eye, you're far from lookin' fly You get an E for effort, and T for nice try Now tell me what's the reason, for dyin' your hair Slum village gold still danglin in your ear You barely have a neck but still sportin' a rope Four-finger ring just so Phifer can scope You looked in the mirror, didn't know what to do Yesterday your eyes were brown but today they are blue Your whole appearance is a lie and it could never be true And if you really loved yourself then you would try and be you If your hair and eyes were real, I wouldn't have dissed ya But since it was bought, I had to dismiss ya If you can't achieve it, then why not try and weave it If you can't extend it then you might as well suspend it If you can't braid it, best thing to do is fade it I asked who did your hair and you tell me "Diane made it" If you were you and just you, talk to you, maybe But I can't stand, no bionic lady Tryin' hard to look fly, but yo, you're lookin' dumber If I wanted someone like you I woulda swung with Jamie Summers You wanna be treated right, see Father MC Or check Ralph Tresvant, for sens-a-tiv-i-ty See I am not the one, I got more game than Parker Brothers Phife Dog is on the mic and I'm smooth like Butter . . . |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Low End Theory (2001)
[Q-Tip]
Back in the days when I was a teenager Before I had status and before I had a pager You could find the Abstract listening to hip hop My pops used to say, it reminded him of be-bop I said, well daddy don't you know that things go in cycles The way that Bobby Brown is just ampin like Michael Its all expected, things are for the looking If you got the money, Quest is for the booking Come on everybody, let's get with the fly modes Still got room on the truck, load the back boom Listen to the rhymes, to get a mental picture Of this black man, black woman venture Why do I say that, cuz I gotta speak the truth man Doing what we feel for the music is the proof and Planted on the ground, the act is so together Bonafied strong, you need leverage to sever The unit, yes, the unit, yes, the unit called the jazz is We deliver it each year on the street for the beat cuz You can find it on the rack in your record store(store) If you get the record, then your thoughts are adored and appreciated Cuz we're ever so glad we made it We work hard, so we gotta thank God Dishin out the plastic, do the dance till you spastic If you dis...it gets drastic Listen to the rhymes, cuz its time to make gravy If it moves your booty, then shake, shake it baby All the way to Africa a.k.a. The Motherland (uh) Stick out the left, then I'll ask for the other hand That's the right hand, Black Man (man) Only if you was noted as my man (man) If I get the credit, then I'll think I deserve it If you fake moves, don't fix your mouth to word it Get in the zone of positivity, not negativity Cuz we gotta strive for longevity If you botch up, what's in that (ass) (what?) A pair of Nikes, size ten-and-a-half (come on, come on) Chorus: We gotta make moves Never, ever, ever could we fake moves (come on, come on) (4X) You gotta be a winner all the time Can't fall prey to a hip hop crime With the dope raps and dope tracks for you for blocks From the fly girlies to the hardest of the rocks Musically the Quest, is on the rise We on these Excursions so you must realize Hip hop continually, about the Zulu If you don't like it, get off the Zulu tip So what could you do in the times which exist You can't fake moves on your brother or your sis But if your sis is a (bitch), brother is a jerk Leave 'em both alone and continue with your work Whatever it may be into this society Everything is fair, at least that how it seems to me You must be honest and true to the next Don't be phony and expect one not to flex Especially if you rhyme, you have to live by the pen Your man is your man, then treat him like your friend All it is, is the code of the streets So listen to the knowledge being dropped over beats Beats that are hard, beats that are funky It could get you hooked like a crackhead junkie What you gotta do to is know that the Tribe's in this sphere The Abstract Poet, prominent like Shakespeare Chorus (repeat until end) Edgar Allan Poe, it don't stop (uh!) |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Low End Theory (2001)
[Q-Tip]
Back in the days when I was a teenager Before I had status and before I had a pager You could find the Abstract listening to hip hop My pops used to say, it reminded him of be-bop I said, well daddy don't you know that things go in cycles The way that Bobby Brown is just ampin like Michael Its all expected, things are for the looking If you got the money, Quest is for the booking Come on everybody, let's get with the fly modes Still got room on the truck, load the back boom Listen to the rhymes, to get a mental picture Of this black man, black woman venture Why do I say that, cuz I gotta speak the truth man Doing what we feel for the music is the proof and Planted on the ground, the act is so together Bonafied strong, you need leverage to sever The unit, yes, the unit, yes, the unit called the jazz is We deliver it each year on the street for the beat cuz You can find it on the rack in your record store(store) If you get the record, then your thoughts are adored and appreciated Cuz we're ever so glad we made it We work hard, so we gotta thank God Dishin out the plastic, do the dance till you spastic If you dis...it gets drastic Listen to the rhymes, cuz its time to make gravy If it moves your booty, then shake, shake it baby All the way to Africa a.k.a. The Motherland (uh) Stick out the left, then I'll ask for the other hand That's the right hand, Black Man (man) Only if you was noted as my man (man) If I get the credit, then I'll think I deserve it If you fake moves, don't fix your mouth to word it Get in the zone of positivity, not negativity Cuz we gotta strive for longevity If you botch up, what's in that (ass) (what?) A pair of Nikes, size ten-and-a-half (come on, come on) Chorus: We gotta make moves Never, ever, ever could we fake moves (come on, come on) (4X) You gotta be a winner all the time Can't fall prey to a hip hop crime With the dope raps and dope tracks for you for blocks From the fly girlies to the hardest of the rocks Musically the Quest, is on the rise We on these Excursions so you must realize Hip hop continually, about the Zulu If you don't like it, get off the Zulu tip So what could you do in the times which exist You can't fake moves on your brother or your sis But if your sis is a (bitch), brother is a jerk Leave 'em both alone and continue with your work Whatever it may be into this society Everything is fair, at least that how it seems to me You must be honest and true to the next Don't be phony and expect one not to flex Especially if you rhyme, you have to live by the pen Your man is your man, then treat him like your friend All it is, is the code of the streets So listen to the knowledge being dropped over beats Beats that are hard, beats that are funky It could get you hooked like a crackhead junkie What you gotta do to is know that the Tribe's in this sphere The Abstract Poet, prominent like Shakespeare Chorus (repeat until end) Edgar Allan Poe, it don't stop (uh!) |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Low End Theory (2001)
Rough, rough, rugged Tough like a nugget Listen to the Abstract Poetic, don't snub it The Midnight Marauder is the hype beat arranger Don't front on the lyrics or the two cuz it's danger Hook you like a junkie, you'll flip like a monkey To the openness of the rhythm, so proceed because I'm funky I get down, down like a fly hooker's panties Make you catch a spirit and motivate a fanny I be the fly poet, rappers, they get jelly Upset when I rock, cuz yo, they beats is smelly See, I got it goin on like a Forbes tax return Listenin to these lyrics when it's hot will make it burn Baby burn, baby burn, up into the heavens The skies up above, the one you think of Is the highly regarded, hell of the people Your mic and my mic? Come on, yo, no equal So if ya wanna do it to yourself That is to mess around with the jazz, then just blame yourself Cuz you made your bed, so now you lay in it That's your (shit) on the floor, then go and play in it I refuse to catch a 'L' in a battle Cuz yo, I got the jazz and I'll whup a rapper's (ass) Into little next to nuthin Test me if I'm frontin I'm passin flyin colors cuz yo... Chorus (Q-Tip): Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz) (7X) We've got the jazz Come on Come on, Phife Phife: No need for introductions cuz you know who I be (the Phife Dawg) Yep, the one who loves to slaugher MCs I got style, grace and razamatazz I'm like my girl Patrice Rushen, yo I add pizazz, now Most people remember Phife from the Phife like smoothness But now it's time to hit you with roughneck rudeness I'm st |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Low End Theory (2001)
Rough, rough, rugged Tough like a nugget Listen to the Abstract Poetic, don't snub it The Midnight Marauder is the hype beat arranger Don't front on the lyrics or the two cuz it's danger Hook you like a junkie, you'll flip like a monkey To the openness of the rhythm, so proceed because I'm funky I get down, down like a fly hooker's panties Make you catch a spirit and motivate a fanny I be the fly poet, rappers, they get jelly Upset when I rock, cuz yo, they beats is smelly See, I got it goin on like a Forbes tax return Listenin to these lyrics when it's hot will make it burn Baby burn, baby burn, up into the heavens The skies up above, the one you think of Is the highly regarded, hell of the people Your mic and my mic? Come on, yo, no equal So if ya wanna do it to yourself That is to mess around with the jazz, then just blame yourself Cuz you made your bed, so now you lay in it That's your (shit) on the floor, then go and play in it I refuse to catch a 'L' in a battle Cuz yo, I got the jazz and I'll whup a rapper's (ass) Into little next to nuthin Test me if I'm frontin I'm passin flyin colors cuz yo... Chorus (Q-Tip): Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz) (7X) We've got the jazz Come on Come on, Phife Phife: No need for introductions cuz you know who I be (the Phife Dawg) Yep, the one who loves to slaugher MCs I got style, grace and razamatazz I'm like my girl Patrice Rushen, yo I add pizazz, now Most people remember Phife from the Phife like smoothness But now it's time to hit you with roughneck rudeness I'm st |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Low End Theory (2001)
To the effect of nothing, effective fronting Is what i don't allow so let me tell you something I am a bon-a-fide Not too modest and not a lot of pride Soon to have a ride and a home to reside If my momma is sick i'm by her beside Used to watch the show on channel 4 called riptide Wash my wears in-tide cause it's too damn cold Out-tide, that's how the runnings go If there ain't no dough then there ain't no show So take your roly poly fat promoter (ass) To the chemical bank, and get my cash If you wanna see the people scream and laugh You best quest you ask the quest you ask real fast Cause i don't wanna see em, start buckin Throwin chairs in the air while you be duckin What what? don't step to me with that If you promotin the show make sure it ain't wack *sings* Or else i'm leaving ("let me tell you") I'm leaving (*cut and scratched* "let me tell you") I'm leaving (*cut and scratched* "let me tell you") Your wack show {q-tip} yo man whassup with that? {phife} yo don't sweat me... ... c'mon, five hundred, that was the deal {q-tip} c'mon man, don't try to play me out {phife} we don't need you, sorry!!! {q-tip} you know you need me *drum roll* {q-tip} And the abstract rapper says I want chicken, and orange juice, ?dat sauce on my rider? And my occasional potato by oreida Don't forget my pastry make sure they're tasty I'm not the type to be pushy or hasty See i'm the type of bro that's reared in the ghetto Took a few shorts before Now the only ones i take are the ones that i wear Ain't takin no shorts no more, now Please act proper 'fore i call the crimestoppers Don't dip on the dough, cause that's a no-no Make sure you count your money real slow Be alert, look alive, and act like ya know It's, the 90's, time to make moves Not, the 80's, do away withcha womb So what? you got a crew I got one too, they're called the brooklyn zoo Don't break fool, let's be reserved and cool We don't have to act like we in grade school Just make sure that we're taken care of And we'll do a fly show for ya bub, check it out Diggi-dang-diggi-dang, di-dang-ga-dang-a-diddy Diggi-dang-diggi-dang, di-dang-ga-dang-a-diddy Diggi-dang-diggi-dang, di-dang-ga-dang-a-diddy Diggi-dang-diggi-dang, di-dang-ga-dang-diggy-diggy |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Low End Theory (2001)
To the effect of nothing, effective fronting Is what i don't allow so let me tell you something I am a bon-a-fide Not too modest and not a lot of pride Soon to have a ride and a home to reside If my momma is sick i'm by her beside Used to watch the show on channel 4 called riptide Wash my wears in-tide cause it's too damn cold Out-tide, that's how the runnings go If there ain't no dough then there ain't no show So take your roly poly fat promoter (ass) To the chemical bank, and get my cash If you wanna see the people scream and laugh You best quest you ask the quest you ask real fast Cause i don't wanna see em, start buckin Throwin chairs in the air while you be duckin What what? don't step to me with that If you promotin the show make sure it ain't wack *sings* Or else i'm leaving ("let me tell you") I'm leaving (*cut and scratched* "let me tell you") I'm leaving (*cut and scratched* "let me tell you") Your wack show {q-tip} yo man whassup with that? {phife} yo don't sweat me... ... c'mon, five hundred, that was the deal {q-tip} c'mon man, don't try to play me out {phife} we don't need you, sorry!!! {q-tip} you know you need me *drum roll* {q-tip} And the abstract rapper says I want chicken, and orange juice, ?dat sauce on my rider? And my occasional potato by oreida Don't forget my pastry make sure they're tasty I'm not the type to be pushy or hasty See i'm the type of bro that's reared in the ghetto Took a few shorts before Now the only ones i take are the ones that i wear Ain't takin no shorts no more, now Please act proper 'fore i call the crimestoppers Don't dip on the dough, cause that's a no-no Make sure you count your money real slow Be alert, look alive, and act like ya know It's, the 90's, time to make moves Not, the 80's, do away withcha womb So what? you got a crew I got one too, they're called the brooklyn zoo Don't break fool, let's be reserved and cool We don't have to act like we in grade school Just make sure that we're taken care of And we'll do a fly show for ya bub, check it out Diggi-dang-diggi-dang, di-dang-ga-dang-a-diddy Diggi-dang-diggi-dang, di-dang-ga-dang-a-diddy Diggi-dang-diggi-dang, di-dang-ga-dang-a-diddy Diggi-dang-diggi-dang, di-dang-ga-dang-diggy-diggy |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Low End Theory (2001)
Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what so what so what's the scenario Here we go yo, here we go yo So what so what so what's the scenario (Phife Dawg) Aiyyo Bo knows this (what?) and Bo knows that (what?) But Bo don't know jack, cause Bo can't rap Well whaddya know, the Di-Dawg, is first up to bat No batteries included, and no strings attached No holds barred, no time for move fakin Gots to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon Brothers front, they say the Tribe can't flow But we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe so Sleep if you want, my crew will help you get your Z's troop But here's the real scoop I'm all that and then some, short dark and handsome Bust a nut inside your eye, to show you where I come from I'm vexed, fumin, I've had it up to here My days of payin dues are over, acknowledge me as in there (YEAH) Head for the border, go get a taco I'll be wreckin from the jump street, meaning from the get-go Sit back relax and let yourself go Don't sweat what you heard, but act like you know (Charlie Brown) Yes yes y'all (yes y'all!) Who got the vibe? It's the Tribe y'all (Tribe y'all!) Real live y'all (live y'all!) Inside outside come around... (who's that??) Browwwwwwwwn Some may, I say, call me Charlie The word is the herb and I'm deep like Bob Marley Layback on the payback, (evolve rotate the gates?) CONTACT! Can I get a hit? (HIT!) Boom bip with a brother named Tip and we're ready to flip East coast stompin, rippin and rompin New York, North Cak-a-laka, and Compton Checka-checka-check it out! The loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce And wow how now wow how now Brown cow We're ill till the skill gets down For the flex, next, it's the textbook old to the new but the rest are doo-doo From radio, to the video, to Arsenio Tell me! Yo, what's the scenario (Dinco D) (True blue!) Scooby Doo, whoopie doo Scenario's ready yo, always rates more than four Scores for the snores that's lovin dance floors Now I go for mine, (shades of G sure?) Ship-shape plus Grape Apes to play tapes Papes make grapes great for the waist I'm an L-AH, an E-ADER, simply just a leader Bass in his face means peace see ya later Later? (LATER!) Later alligator Pop blows the weasel and my Earth the inflater So yo the D what the O, incorporated I-N-C into a flow Funk flipped flat back first this foul fight fight fight Laugh yo how's that sound (ohhhhhh!) (Q-Tip) It's the leader Quest mission and we got the goods here (here!) Never on the left cause my right's my good ear (ear!) I could give a damn about a ill subliminal Stay away from crime cause so ain't no CRIMINAL I love my young nation, groovy sensation No time for hibernation, only elation Don't ever try to test, yo whattup little kid? Yo Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell him what I did (Busta Rhymes) I heard you rushed and rushed, AND ATTACKED Then baby puked then you had TO SMACK Causin rambunction, throughout the sphere Raise the levels of the boom, inside the ear (Q-Tip) You know I did it So don't violate or you get violated The hip-hop sound is well agitated Won't ever waste no time on the played out ego So here's Busta Rhymes with the scenario (Busta Rhymes) Watch, as I combine all the juice from the mind Heel up, reel up, bring it back, come rewind Powerful impact BOOM! from the cannon Not braggin, try to read my mind just imagine Vo-cab-u-lary's necessary When diggin into my library Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Eating ayea toadstool like the one Peter Tosh-a Uh, uh uhh, alone with the track man Uh, pardon me, uhh, as I come back As I did it yo I heard you beg your pardon When I travel to the Sun I roll with the squadron RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW like a dungeon dragon Change your little drawers cause your pants are saggin Try to step to this, I will, fits you in a turban And had you smellin right, like some old stale urine Checkady-choco, the chocolate chicken The rear cock diesel, for chicks they were kickin Yo, bustin out before the Busta bust a nut the rhyme the rhythm is in sync (UHH!) the rhymes are on time (TIME!) Rippin up this dance just like a radio Observe the vibe and check out the scenario!! *chorus starts* Yeah, my man motherfucker! Chorus |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Low End Theory (2001)
Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what so what so what's the scenario Here we go yo, here we go yo So what so what so what's the scenario (Phife Dawg) Aiyyo Bo knows this (what?) and Bo knows that (what?) But Bo don't know jack, cause Bo can't rap Well whaddya know, the Di-Dawg, is first up to bat No batteries included, and no strings attached No holds barred, no time for move fakin Gots to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon Brothers front, they say the Tribe can't flow But we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe so Sleep if you want, my crew will help you get your Z's troop But here's the real scoop I'm all that and then some, short dark and handsome Bust a nut inside your eye, to show you where I come from I'm vexed, fumin, I've had it up to here My days of payin dues are over, acknowledge me as in there (YEAH) Head for the border, go get a taco I'll be wreckin from the jump street, meaning from the get-go Sit back relax and let yourself go Don't sweat what you heard, but act like you know (Charlie Brown) Yes yes y'all (yes y'all!) Who got the vibe? It's the Tribe y'all (Tribe y'all!) Real live y'all (live y'all!) Inside outside come around... (who's that??) Browwwwwwwwn Some may, I say, call me Charlie The word is the herb and I'm deep like Bob Marley Layback on the payback, (evolve rotate the gates?) CONTACT! Can I get a hit? (HIT!) Boom bip with a brother named Tip and we're ready to flip East coast stompin, rippin and rompin New York, North Cak-a-laka, and Compton Checka-checka-check it out! The loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce And wow how now wow how now Brown cow We're ill till the skill gets down For the flex, next, it's the textbook old to the new but the rest are doo-doo From radio, to the video, to Arsenio Tell me! Yo, what's the scenario (Dinco D) (True blue!) Scooby Doo, whoopie doo Scenario's ready yo, always rates more than four Scores for the snores that's lovin dance floors Now I go for mine, (shades of G sure?) Ship-shape plus Grape Apes to play tapes Papes make grapes great for the waist I'm an L-AH, an E-ADER, simply just a leader Bass in his face means peace see ya later Later? (LATER!) Later alligator Pop blows the weasel and my Earth the inflater So yo the D what the O, incorporated I-N-C into a flow Funk flipped flat back first this foul fight fight fight Laugh yo how's that sound (ohhhhhh!) (Q-Tip) It's the leader Quest mission and we got the goods here (here!) Never on the left cause my right's my good ear (ear!) I could give a damn about a ill subliminal Stay away from crime cause so ain't no CRIMINAL I love my young nation, groovy sensation No time for hibernation, only elation Don't ever try to test, yo whattup little kid? Yo Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell him what I did (Busta Rhymes) I heard you rushed and rushed, AND ATTACKED Then baby puked then you had TO SMACK Causin rambunction, throughout the sphere Raise the levels of the boom, inside the ear (Q-Tip) You know I did it So don't violate or you get violated The hip-hop sound is well agitated Won't ever waste no time on the played out ego So here's Busta Rhymes with the scenario (Busta Rhymes) Watch, as I combine all the juice from the mind Heel up, reel up, bring it back, come rewind Powerful impact BOOM! from the cannon Not braggin, try to read my mind just imagine Vo-cab-u-lary's necessary When diggin into my library Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Eating ayea toadstool like the one Peter Tosh-a Uh, uh uhh, alone with the track man Uh, pardon me, uhh, as I come back As I did it yo I heard you beg your pardon When I travel to the Sun I roll with the squadron RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW like a dungeon dragon Change your little drawers cause your pants are saggin Try to step to this, I will, fits you in a turban And had you smellin right, like some old stale urine Checkady-choco, the chocolate chicken The rear cock diesel, for chicks they were kickin Yo, bustin out before the Busta bust a nut the rhyme the rhythm is in sync (UHH!) the rhymes are on time (TIME!) Rippin up this dance just like a radio Observe the vibe and check out the scenario!! *chorus starts* Yeah, my man motherfucker! Chorus |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Low End Theory (2001)
Q-tip:
I had a dream about my man last night And my man came by the studio And his name is... Busta rhymes in effect, shaheed is in effect Phife did-awg is in effect Check it out and give me my 'spect I'm movin, yes i'm groovin cuz my mouth is on the motor Use the coast in the mornin to avoid the funky odor Can't help bein funky, i'm the funky abstract brotha Funky in a sense, but i play the undacova Once had a fettish, fettish for some booty Now i'm gettin funky and my rappin, that's my duty Brothas tend to jock on the style in particular If you got the ego like some brothas, then i'll get with ya But if i don't pursue, then i just don't give a (fuck) My motto in the 90's is be happy makin bucks Girls love the jim, cuz it causes crazy friction When it goes up in and fluctuates the diction I still understand the (uh!) cuz that's what i met her for I'm hooked on the swings, so just call me the music whore Women love the voice, brothas dig the lyrics Quest the people's choice, we thrive it for the spirit If you can't hear it, then get the wax utensils Write my rhymes straight up, don't get with no fancy stensils The rhymes we get is sweet, we stay away from tart Our perfection is at work, perkin up the art If you want to battle, i suggest you check your clock Your demise is comin up and i want your man to watch Be the prime example, i deep instilled the sample Insignificance, here i'll place you on the mantle Born up in harlem, reside down in jamaica The girl i used to rock, her moms was a claker Now what does that make her? the evil money taker? The crazy move faker, i used that to break her (vinia mojica singing in the background) Phife is in the house, uncle mike is in the house Bob power is in the house, tim latham is in the house Wise men is in the house, brand nubs is in the house The j beez, they in the house and de la, they in the house I must regroup my thoughts and kick the next ones for my people Please don't be deceived by ugly slice of evil The world is kinda cold and the rhythm is my blanket Wrap yourself up in it, if you love it, then you'll thank it Don't move to rebuttal, wave your hand for action The ladies of the '90's want more than satisfaction They want keys and gs, and all those illy things If you want to, i'll show you, just what the ab can bring I keep a tight net with my brothas ken and kenny If the question is of rhymes, then i'll tell ya, i got plenty The thing that men and women need to do is stick together Progressions can't be made if we're separate forever I hooked this funky beat with the loop and the feature With the funky singin by miss vinia mojica So listen because the quest is led through the underground My people been up on quest to long, no more will we be down People tend to riff cuz they don't know the mental People tend to bug cuz their beats are hard but gentle Afro kinda lurks through the body of this youngun' Play like bobby byrd on your back and your comin to The house of the jazz, of the funk, of the rhythm All the goods are welcome, but if you're a villain I'll just wait and debate, contemplate your arrival If flexin is your motive, then you don't like survival The abstract is speakin, the hard beats is reachin The black and puerto ricans Cuz their butt naked, streakin through the ever murky streets Of the urbanized areas Blastin out the speakers is the hip hop hysteria Craig is in the house, pete rock is in the house Cl is in the house, ultra mag is in the house Nice and smooth is in the house, big daddy kane is in the house Beatnuts is in the house, special ed is in the house Yeah(7x) This one goes out to my man Thanks alot ron carter on the bass Yes my man ron carter is on the bass Now check it out Born into the 91 decade You gotta say the quest is on And goddamn it, yes the quest is on And we out! |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Low End Theory (2001)
Q-tip:
I had a dream about my man last night And my man came by the studio And his name is... Busta rhymes in effect, shaheed is in effect Phife did-awg is in effect Check it out and give me my 'spect I'm movin, yes i'm groovin cuz my mouth is on the motor Use the coast in the mornin to avoid the funky odor Can't help bein funky, i'm the funky abstract brotha Funky in a sense, but i play the undacova Once had a fettish, fettish for some booty Now i'm gettin funky and my rappin, that's my duty Brothas tend to jock on the style in particular If you got the ego like some brothas, then i'll get with ya But if i don't pursue, then i just don't give a (fuck) My motto in the 90's is be happy makin bucks Girls love the jim, cuz it causes crazy friction When it goes up in and fluctuates the diction I still understand the (uh!) cuz that's what i met her for I'm hooked on the swings, so just call me the music whore Women love the voice, brothas dig the lyrics Quest the people's choice, we thrive it for the spirit If you can't hear it, then get the wax utensils Write my rhymes straight up, don't get with no fancy stensils The rhymes we get is sweet, we stay away from tart Our perfection is at work, perkin up the art If you want to battle, i suggest you check your clock Your demise is comin up and i want your man to watch Be the prime example, i deep instilled the sample Insignificance, here i'll place you on the mantle Born up in harlem, reside down in jamaica The girl i used to rock, her moms was a claker Now what does that make her? the evil money taker? The crazy move faker, i used that to break her (vinia mojica singing in the background) Phife is in the house, uncle mike is in the house Bob power is in the house, tim latham is in the house Wise men is in the house, brand nubs is in the house The j beez, they in the house and de la, they in the house I must regroup my thoughts and kick the next ones for my people Please don't be deceived by ugly slice of evil The world is kinda cold and the rhythm is my blanket Wrap yourself up in it, if you love it, then you'll thank it Don't move to rebuttal, wave your hand for action The ladies of the '90's want more than satisfaction They want keys and gs, and all those illy things If you want to, i'll show you, just what the ab can bring I keep a tight net with my brothas ken and kenny If the question is of rhymes, then i'll tell ya, i got plenty The thing that men and women need to do is stick together Progressions can't be made if we're separate forever I hooked this funky beat with the loop and the feature With the funky singin by miss vinia mojica So listen because the quest is led through the underground My people been up on quest to long, no more will we be down People tend to riff cuz they don't know the mental People tend to bug cuz their beats are hard but gentle Afro kinda lurks through the body of this youngun' Play like bobby byrd on your back and your comin to The house of the jazz, of the funk, of the rhythm All the goods are welcome, but if you're a villain I'll just wait and debate, contemplate your arrival If flexin is your motive, then you don't like survival The abstract is speakin, the hard beats is reachin The black and puerto ricans Cuz their butt naked, streakin through the ever murky streets Of the urbanized areas Blastin out the speakers is the hip hop hysteria Craig is in the house, pete rock is in the house Cl is in the house, ultra mag is in the house Nice and smooth is in the house, big daddy kane is in the house Beatnuts is in the house, special ed is in the house Yeah(7x) This one goes out to my man Thanks alot ron carter on the bass Yes my man ron carter is on the bass Now check it out Born into the 91 decade You gotta say the quest is on And goddamn it, yes the quest is on And we out! |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Low End Theory (2001)
Q-Tip:
Let me flaunt the style (style), I think that the time's near That we drop studs (studs), there will be no duds here Rappers play the dumb (dumb), kinda on the space tip But when they hear the jams (jams), they be on the dilsnick Now I'm not for the rock (rock), I know the territory Go ahead and try (try), that's a different story Similar to Grimm (Grimm), I could write a better one All about a kid (kid), who couldn't rap and didn't run Stand (stand) aside (aside), when the rap is gettin dumb Resort to baggin Billy (Billy), askin can he have some No, never ever (ever) come back and try again man If you come back (back), I'll be the first to shake your hand Competitions good (good), it brings out the vital parts The Abstract Poetic ('etic), majors in recital arts Do it for the kids (kids), the elders and the rap peers When the job is done (done), then we hear a lot of cheers Gotta feel the vibes (vibes), come from my creation If the hands clap (clap) are filled with elation Here I am ghetto, full with a lot of steam Think I gotta, I think I gotta, I think I gotta scream (scream) Cuz that's how good it feels child Let your hair down (down), so we can get buckwild Do your ill dance (dance), don't think about the next man We must have unity and think of the bigger plan The vision, we fall (fall) we must stick together, see I'd like to take this time (time) to say what's up to Kool G The name is Q-Tip (Tip), The Midnight Marauder Give enough respect ('spect) to Afrika Bambaataa As a man in the world (world), I must do my job Take care of Mama Duke (Duke), I won't resort to rob Bob you'll get your dough (dough), Mase is my witness Obsessed with the rap (rap), for its the mental fitness Like shootin cee-lo (lo), and always gettin headcracks The industry is luck (luck), winning with the fake raps Peace to the crews (crews), who pump the real hip hop Not sellin out (out) from hardrock to disc jock... (From disc jock to hardrock, from hardrock to disc jock) Phife: I don't know what to say, but here I go freak it If the papes come, then you know I'll seek it I'm just a short brotha, dark skin face Weigh a buck-fifty, 36 waist My hair is crazy curly Front like Mr. Furley To this day, I still believe that no MC can serve me Brothas try to front, but everybody know (know) I get more props than the Arsenio Hall Show Party animal I was, but now I chill at home All I do is write rhymes, eat, drink, shit and bone Found my thrill in Amityville, I'm always in the Island Fudge and Monkey know the time, they know who keeps 'em smilin Go out on my own, somethin that I gotta do Do what the hell I want and have no one to listen to I'm prompt with my business and I do things on the double Yo, I'm out like Buster Douglass, I say peace to MC Trouble Rest in Peace Q-Tip: Word Up, rest in Peace, and you know what else? We got, we got, we got the vibe (vibe) All the people in Long Island, we got the vibe (vibe) Brooklyn and Queens, we got the vibe (vibe) Uptown and New York, we got the vibe (vibe) People upstate, we got the vibe (vibe) If you're in DC, you got the vibe (vibe) Maryland, Virginia, Carolina vibe (vibe) Out West, we got the vibe (vibe) In the Bahamas, we got the vibe (vibe) Over in Europe, you know what? We got the vibe And we gotta keep it alive, it goes on... Of rap I'm a fan, I've seen a whole lot of subs Goods with the girls, I got a whole lot of 'em From fat to skinny, Freeda to Winnie (Winnie) Emma to Cindy, Constance to Wendy (Wendy) Cuz I be more friendly (friendly), never on the snotty side I don't brag to brothas about the little papes I got (got) My vocal styles can vary, the sight is never scary (scary) It's only legendary ('dary), my father well prepared me ('pared me) My job ain't temporary, I'm here for the long shot Better yet, the long term, I don't have a perm (perm) In a way I do, call 'em the perma-naps I'm crazy slap-happy and I'm scrappy when I'm nappy When I get the mic in my hand and the crowd in stands (stands) It's as good as grand like that (that) I wanna say peace and dedicate this joint to MC Trouble and to um...Trouble T-Roy And to um...Scott La Rock and to um...Cowboy, you know what I'm sayin? This is for the slain rappers and the fallen rappers you know what I'm sayin (sayin)? This is a special, special, special, special, special dedication And also to my pops and also to Vinny, his moms (moms) you know what I'm sayin? You just gotta keep it happy and keep the vibes going and this is Vibes and Stuff And we out... |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Low End Theory (2001)
Q-Tip:
Let me flaunt the style (style), I think that the time's near That we drop studs (studs), there will be no duds here Rappers play the dumb (dumb), kinda on the space tip But when they hear the jams (jams), they be on the dilsnick Now I'm not for the rock (rock), I know the territory Go ahead and try (try), that's a different story Similar to Grimm (Grimm), I could write a better one All about a kid (kid), who couldn't rap and didn't run Stand (stand) aside (aside), when the rap is gettin dumb Resort to baggin Billy (Billy), askin can he have some No, never ever (ever) come back and try again man If you come back (back), I'll be the first to shake your hand Competitions good (good), it brings out the vital parts The Abstract Poetic ('etic), majors in recital arts Do it for the kids (kids), the elders and the rap peers When the job is done (done), then we hear a lot of cheers Gotta feel the vibes (vibes), come from my creation If the hands clap (clap) are filled with elation Here I am ghetto, full with a lot of steam Think I gotta, I think I gotta, I think I gotta scream (scream) Cuz that's how good it feels child Let your hair down (down), so we can get buckwild Do your ill dance (dance), don't think about the next man We must have unity and think of the bigger plan The vision, we fall (fall) we must stick together, see I'd like to take this time (time) to say what's up to Kool G The name is Q-Tip (Tip), The Midnight Marauder Give enough respect ('spect) to Afrika Bambaataa As a man in the world (world), I must do my job Take care of Mama Duke (Duke), I won't resort to rob Bob you'll get your dough (dough), Mase is my witness Obsessed with the rap (rap), for its the mental fitness Like shootin cee-lo (lo), and always gettin headcracks The industry is luck (luck), winning with the fake raps Peace to the crews (crews), who pump the real hip hop Not sellin out (out) from hardrock to disc jock... (From disc jock to hardrock, from hardrock to disc jock) Phife: I don't know what to say, but here I go freak it If the papes come, then you know I'll seek it I'm just a short brotha, dark skin face Weigh a buck-fifty, 36 waist My hair is crazy curly Front like Mr. Furley To this day, I still believe that no MC can serve me Brothas try to front, but everybody know (know) I get more props than the Arsenio Hall Show Party animal I was, but now I chill at home All I do is write rhymes, eat, drink, shit and bone Found my thrill in Amityville, I'm always in the Island Fudge and Monkey know the time, they know who keeps 'em smilin Go out on my own, somethin that I gotta do Do what the hell I want and have no one to listen to I'm prompt with my business and I do things on the double Yo, I'm out like Buster Douglass, I say peace to MC Trouble Rest in Peace Q-Tip: Word Up, rest in Peace, and you know what else? We got, we got, we got the vibe (vibe) All the people in Long Island, we got the vibe (vibe) Brooklyn and Queens, we got the vibe (vibe) Uptown and New York, we got the vibe (vibe) People upstate, we got the vibe (vibe) If you're in DC, you got the vibe (vibe) Maryland, Virginia, Carolina vibe (vibe) Out West, we got the vibe (vibe) In the Bahamas, we got the vibe (vibe) Over in Europe, you know what? We got the vibe And we gotta keep it alive, it goes on... Of rap I'm a fan, I've seen a whole lot of subs Goods with the girls, I got a whole lot of 'em From fat to skinny, Freeda to Winnie (Winnie) Emma to Cindy, Constance to Wendy (Wendy) Cuz I be more friendly (friendly), never on the snotty side I don't brag to brothas about the little papes I got (got) My vocal styles can vary, the sight is never scary (scary) It's only legendary ('dary), my father well prepared me ('pared me) My job ain't temporary, I'm here for the long shot Better yet, the long term, I don't have a perm (perm) In a way I do, call 'em the perma-naps I'm crazy slap-happy and I'm scrappy when I'm nappy When I get the mic in my hand and the crowd in stands (stands) It's as good as grand like that (that) I wanna say peace and dedicate this joint to MC Trouble and to um...Trouble T-Roy And to um...Scott La Rock and to um...Cowboy, you know what I'm sayin? This is for the slain rappers and the fallen rappers you know what I'm sayin (sayin)? This is a special, special, special, special, special dedication And also to my pops and also to Vinny, his moms (moms) you know what I'm sayin? You just gotta keep it happy and keep the vibes going and this is Vibes and Stuff And we out... |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Low End Theory (2001)
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Babies babble on, they lookin for excuses Game for the buzzer who kicked it to the losers Lame as a brain, could be, golly gee If you see a shrink he'll charge you a fee If you see me ya see the fee is nothing [fee will be for patience] all that's no fronting What is a party if it doesn't really rock? What is a poet? all balls, no cock What is a war if it doesn't have a general? What's channel nine if it doesn't have arsenio? What is life if you don't have fun? What is a what if you ain't got a gun? What's ali without shaheed muhammad? Nothing. [calpekur] makes you vomit What is a quest if the players ain't willing? What is a pence if you don't have a shilling? Excuse me if i'm chillin, hey what, say what What's a fat man without food in his gut? What's a child birth, without the umbilical? What's united parcel, without the deliverer? What's momma-san, without poppa-san? What's martial arts without daniel-san? What's rasheed without tonya, tamika? What's orange juice and doug e. doug without shaniqua? Not a not a not a, not a damn thing What's duke ellington without that swing? What's alex haley if it doesn't have roots? What's a weekend if you ain't knockin boots? What's a black nation, without black unity? What is a child who doesn't know pubery? What is my label when i exit boom status? What's menage-a-tois, or, that is What is sex when you have three people? What are laws if they ain't fair and equal? What's clark kent without a telephone booth? What is a liquor if it ain't 80 proof? What are the youth if they ain't rebellin? What's raplh cramden, if he ain't yellin At ed norton, what is coke snortin? What is position if there is no contortin? What is hip-hop if it doesn't have violence? Chill for a minute, doug e. fresh said silence *four second pause* What is a glock if you don't have a clip? What's a lollipop without the good ship? What's s&m if you don't have chains? What's a con artist if he doesn't have brains? What's america without greed and glamour? What's an mc if he doesn't have stamina? What's music fractured without mr. walt? What's trugoy without a phrase called torte? What's kris lighty if he wasn't such a baby? What is a woman if she didn't say maybe? Baby laid down, i removed the frown What would be my penal cord if it wasn't brown? What is a paper without a president? What is a compound without a element? What is a jam if you don't spike the punch? Was it bruce lee if you don't like brunch? Oooh ooh, it's like that you keep goin Freak freak y'all cause you know that we showin What to go what to go what to go what to go what To go what to go what to go what to go what! |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Low End Theory (2001)
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Babies babble on, they lookin for excuses Game for the buzzer who kicked it to the losers Lame as a brain, could be, golly gee If you see a shrink he'll charge you a fee If you see me ya see the fee is nothing [fee will be for patience] all that's no fronting What is a party if it doesn't really rock? What is a poet? all balls, no cock What is a war if it doesn't have a general? What's channel nine if it doesn't have arsenio? What is life if you don't have fun? What is a what if you ain't got a gun? What's ali without shaheed muhammad? Nothing. [calpekur] makes you vomit What is a quest if the players ain't willing? What is a pence if you don't have a shilling? Excuse me if i'm chillin, hey what, say what What's a fat man without food in his gut? What's a child birth, without the umbilical? What's united parcel, without the deliverer? What's momma-san, without poppa-san? What's martial arts without daniel-san? What's rasheed without tonya, tamika? What's orange juice and doug e. doug without shaniqua? Not a not a not a, not a damn thing What's duke ellington without that swing? What's alex haley if it doesn't have roots? What's a weekend if you ain't knockin boots? What's a black nation, without black unity? What is a child who doesn't know pubery? What is my label when i exit boom status? What's menage-a-tois, or, that is What is sex when you have three people? What are laws if they ain't fair and equal? What's clark kent without a telephone booth? What is a liquor if it ain't 80 proof? What are the youth if they ain't rebellin? What's raplh cramden, if he ain't yellin At ed norton, what is coke snortin? What is position if there is no contortin? What is hip-hop if it doesn't have violence? Chill for a minute, doug e. fresh said silence *four second pause* What is a glock if you don't have a clip? What's a lollipop without the good ship? What's s&m if you don't have chains? What's a con artist if he doesn't have brains? What's america without greed and glamour? What's an mc if he doesn't have stamina? What's music fractured without mr. walt? What's trugoy without a phrase called torte? What's kris lighty if he wasn't such a baby? What is a woman if she didn't say maybe? Baby laid down, i removed the frown What would be my penal cord if it wasn't brown? What is a paper without a president? What is a compound without a element? What is a jam if you don't spike the punch? Was it bruce lee if you don't like brunch? Oooh ooh, it's like that you keep goin Freak freak y'all cause you know that we showin What to go what to go what to go what to go what To go what to go what to go what to go what! |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - Beats Rhymes And Life (2001)
Phife:
The mad man malik makes mcs run for milk of magnesia Maybe that'll ease ya Master of this microphone mackin, master as in great I'll have your brain goin in circles as my style tends to ovulate I'm makin moves, never movies, that's why y'all mcs lose me Retrace, won't, so your stubborn like groupies Kid, you know my flava, tear this whole jam apart Fuck around and have your heart, like jordan had starks While you playin hokey pokey, there's no time to be dokey Cuz i come out to play every night like charles oakley Dissin around with wack rhymin You lose your grip from chalk climbin Let me take this time to say r.i.p. to phyllis hyman Who never got the props that she damn well deserved But see me, you don't wanna see me, cuz all mcs are gettin served The nerve, for you to even step to the phifer I'll bumrush your set and crush your whole cypher Reserve, a spot for me in hip hop's hall of fame Cuz rappin ain't no game, big up your head and maintain Yeah, queens forever in this piece crushin any beef Ain't nuthin sweet, the bakery's across the fuckin street Phife dawg, swingin it back and forth just like aaliyah Makin moves on your heart like that trick tamia No doubt about it, i love hip hop to death But yo tip, bring in the chorus cuz i'm losin my breath Consequence: A, yo, you know the deal when the diggy dawg is on the scene We got the fiend bumpin straight from the borough queens You know the deal when the diggy dawg is on the scene We got the fiend bumpin straight from the borough queens You know the deal when the diggy dawg is on the scene You know the deal, ha, you know the deal Phife: Big up pop duke, that's where i caught my athleticism My mama, no doubt, that's where i got my lyricism My nana, that's where i got my spiritualism As for tip and shah, they made me stop from smokin izm Now, when i'm with some cheese, i be lettin off gism Writin rhymes since daddy kane and biz mark was on prism I gotta brave heart like the one named shirley chisholm As for my late twin, boy, i wish i was with him Got the lightro in the back talkin bout (come on, get him) And when it comes to rhymes, no doubt, i flip em Sucka mc in my path, hey main, i say we ship him Money please, your rhymes are wack, say word, this geek is trippin Just because my name is phife, my man, i'm never slippin I got the type of flave to have your ass straight bitchin For those who act cute, see i got them on mute Have you walkin through your projects in your birthday suit Cuz your style is off loot, so i played him like a flute If youse a sucka mc, then it's you i rebuke My style is, everday all day, similar to water Crushin mcs as if my name was sargent slaughter Keep shit hotter...than a sauna Or better yet, the hormones on your christian daughter Hey, i tried to warn her My sounds the type to kill, like the grill on lauryn hill So all ya sucka mcs, y'all best go chill Bout to go to union square so i can see my care bear Singin good stuff in my ear, runnin fingers through my hair Represent the zulu nation with illy rap creations Just keep shit hotter than death row-bad boy confrontations Chillin with fudge love because he represents the haitians Ya naw'mean Word up I just wanna big up everybody for supportin a tribe called quest Through the years This be the fourth lp, you know what i'm sayin? Tip, shaheed and phife, beats, rhymes and life Featuring my man, you know what i'm sayin, consequence 192 is the area where we represent, for the ladies and gents, ha ha You know what i'm sayin? big up shaheed muhammad, that's my man Christine, you know what i'm sayin, word life (fading out) The abstract poetic, rockin this track Bouncin it all over the place, in your face You know what i'm sayin? my man lightro... |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - Beats Rhymes And Life (2001)
Just a lil somethin-somethin about the cats who be fronting You know the Tip, he be huntin for all the goodness gracious All across the wide spaces yo, check it out, bust me down, yo Yo... yo... Verse One: Q-Tip Youse my peoples, why it got to come down to this shit Two people thinking as one so now he split Remember what I said to you, you bleed, I bleed C'mon, you know how we get down, if you're down, you need And I'm supplying, the dynamic duo, electricfying Everybody had to wet us, cuz no one will forget us Son, I testify sure as God was my guide Any petty little bullshit you did will slide Same on my end, after all, what are we, friends If niggaz ran me this, too much grounds we defend In the honor or brotherhood cuz it's all good Get on some grown man shit and let's knock on wood But now seeing you baby in this stall out position Wondering who's the dime piece that you're kissing You night as well take the jigger and take my life Cuz the dime piece you happen to be kissing is my wife Shit, I should have know not to let these crab asses Get within the circle of my girl and make passes Now you disrespected me and everything I stand for (But I'm saying though, son) Shhh, say no more Allah forgive me, my thoughts is traveling to low desires Should I turn the other cheek or react and perspire Don't wanna see myself in penitentiary attire But I caught him in the act and my emotion is dire |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - Beats Rhymes And Life (2001)
intro(fading in): Drifting, drifting, drifting, drifting, drifting,
drifting, drifting, drifting, drifting by, totally. Drifting by(just)totally. Drifting by(just)totally Q-Tip: The deadly venom, let me start from the beginning We always hittin, so yo, there'll be no extra innings As I send the mic out the park like Reggie Jackson You be the minor leaguer who sees no action The coming attraction(what!) The main feature And I'ma greet ya, like a rhymin ass creature Lurking all up in the dark, unknown parts The brotha well prepared is the brotha who will start And that's me Akki, as long as the ladies move they bodies We'll have a four-on-two stand Cuz that happens to be the nature of man Sexuality, it is the format baby Ain't no ifs, no buts, no ands, or maybes But I praise Lord in the worlds that's unseen Respect me for that and let me do my thing(just) I said, respect me for that and let me do my thing Chorus: (Drifting by)You know we gotta get a hold (totally) Over the illest drum rolls (totally drifting by just...) Yo, how you doin? Let me give you an intro My name's the Abstract, now let me give you some info Got the diamond in the back, and the sunroof shit That makes the hardcore MCs resort to being bitch And I don't give a shit about being wild rich Just make me comfortable and I'll deal with it Your lust for the riches make a nigga feel sick Down to his zealots, upchuck and then spit Denouncin my beliefs, well then your wig get split Lay your ego on the ground so that you'll benefit You can take these words and relay it to your click Take some time for your mind and get off them head trips The Tribe is the crew that makes your mics get lit Like the Fourth of July on some firework shit My record company be on some true jerk shit But that's i-ight. Now, I'm on some true work shit And I'ma make it happen for my whole outfit Chorus: (Drifting by)You know we got to get control (totally)Over the illest drum rolls (totally drifting by just...)Third verse A-yo, we just gettin started Got to redirect this vision Got the beauty of a flower Plus dimensions like a prism Your minds are locked down like prison Y'all really need to go lay down Cuz positivity has risen We hittin Yo bust how we too strong to be broken Occasional malfunction pressure time We ain't jokin For security we on this run like Logan Kamaal's doin the hustle And you backstage voguin We all got flaws Don't ever try to think that you perfect We all are human beings There's bullshit at the surface Sometimes, I mean we rhyme Damn, we ain't prophets And if you think so, you need to stop it So jump back inside your shell Let your million dollar thoughts propel But next man don't get jel Playa hate that all carries weight That we don't need We slim with disabilities and Thick with possibilities Cuz then you can't move with fertility Navigatin with good visibility We put these tunes out in record shop facilities Let's strive to get this constant money activity We try to stay on the scene like Fidel So if you get enraged with these names it still rebels There ain't no plan B's Yo watch, we movin through with plan A Money market doin things the right way Chorus: (Totally)You know we got to get control (Drifting by, just)Over the illest drum roll (Totally drifting by just...)(x3) (Totally just(x2), Drifting by(x2) in background) Yo bust it out section, section. Section Linden Boulevard Section on Merrick Section the whole Jamaica Section on Flushing Section in Bed-Stiduy |
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Trackback from :: Der Steppenwolf :: 2009-02-26 17:01:29
Subject : Q-Tip - The Ranissance (2008) // ★★★★
