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from The Renaissance (2008)
[Chorus]
Wait Its you And at the end of it all its you And at the end Its you At the end of it all its you Its you Its you At the end of it all its you Its you Its you At the end of it all Looking for how I see her When I finally realized couldn't believe it I couldn't, even swallow Had a lump in my throat my stomach hollow I had a notion that things were fishy But everything was fine so I'd be pissy But when you wasn't seeing me nights you get in That's when the snooping and shit it would begin Where you at? Where you going? That's what I get when I pick up the phone Not a hello or I miss you Or the renaissance how does it do? Suspicious ones go few Can stress out your brain In weighs on your mane And helps you peep game I thought it was me But then I could it see [Chorus] I couldn't take it But the spell of love I couldn't shake it Even though I would discover That there was somebody else It was your lover You gave me up And managed to turn the tables And all your honest words they turn to fables The things that you would accuse me of It seem were the things you were doing love Get it? These things you projected And I don't want to be affected But when you get in love Its never easy love To make decisions of You've defected You were doing so much to try to pin me Going through all my stuff but it was empty Answers, that I'm seeking Well it seem I'm getting close That I'm reaching And I was thinking I had no reason Calling you a culprit it was treason And the twinkle in your eye It was kinda not for love And tell me why? We'll make a mends if you admit it We can ascend if your committed Your heart, is it in it? If it goes for many days Sweet love can decay from you [Chorus] |
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from Xzibit - X (2001)
I wanna speak to you motherfuckers for a minute, yea
China(?), yeah thanks for the lighter anybody smoke here? yeah, aight, thats more for me you punk motherfuckers look, check it out, look (Verse 1) Everybody, here was born to hustle it's a very thin line between the boss and the muscle we foot soldiers face first in the trenches only time I'm on my back is fucking these hoes and weight bitches hell's kitchen, raw kitchen never crying and bitching and settling for less metal in your chest, take a final breath revolutionary it's X-man the mercenary carry a .44 desert eagle feeding my people even if it aint legal low-ride in the regal or the cadillac money stack probably give yo ass a heart attack purchased your last cd I want my money back you see the battle Ima see you in the street survival of the first to draw the heaters and the cannons Im guaranteed to be the last man standing (Chorus 2x) crack a bottle for your hard time it's dedicated to my soldiers on the front line this one's for all of us thinking bout your casualties learn from mistakes, protect your family cause its the year 2000 (Verse 2) everybody wanna be king fuck everything all this shit is bout to me mine I hear it all the time livin life for the day easier to burn than papier-mache started with Dre graduate to radioplay I still ain't satisfied bout to blast off worldwide get in line check the politics ever wonder why only certain motherfuckers get rich ain't this a bitch barely can eat, barely can pee I dedicate my life to the street it's not for you if your stomach is weak relax with dead bodies covered with sheets thats the only time I really find peace having violent stand-offs with the police North Hollywood beef grinding my teeth have you stuck and stunned in disbelief new breed Im the bad seed smoke your weed til my mothafucking eyes bleed dedicated to the niggas that despise us so ain't nobody s'posed to be here besides us catch a flatline (Chorus 2x) Broadcastin live from Planet Los Angeles Right, heh, it's X to tha Z, Xzibit What, new millenium, (Verse 3) I was one that never begged for nothing me and my homies build penitentiary huff-it running your mouth like a bitch cause you all on my dick what is he dogg pound now? is he still with Tha Liks? is he rich? is xzibit a crip? this is business stay the fuck out of my family shit a grown man, the back of my hand is what you will see if the X-fives make you believe you check the sound scan I do the math me and my staff run a worldwide warpath a bloodbath, make Xzibit have a good laugh it's going down, hit the ground like a plane crash you lil fags ain't prepared for the X-man scared and desperate young and restless there is no guest list move to the back of the line yo its my time, prime time only where the beats and the rhyme shine (Chorus 2x) |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - Beats Rhymes And Life (2001)
Q-tip:
One, two, what'cha wanna do Three, four, cuz we're gonna give you more Five, six, and we ain't the tricks Seven, eight, and we got it straight Nine, ten, cuz we make it blend Eleven, twelve, never ever goin for self Tribe called quest situation Check it out Q-tip: Power. people really get caught with this on different levels Power controls your life Money. the companion of the first. some people tend to worship And we know this ain't right. Phife: Attitude(attitude) is how i get my point across. You can't call yourself an mc if you know that you're soft. Agressive...is how the stage is approached. i burn mcs like toast Cuz i'm the host with the most. Consequence: Illin(illin) is what you do when you're assin. Whether it be you or all up in your past and... Cashin...done turned your people corrupt It's six o'clock, girl, you gotta get your weight up Q-tip: Sex(sex). either a man or a woman. This agenda, but when lovers get down Froggin. when niggaz try to play roles But when they really need to put that shit background Phife: Miserable(miserable) is what your whole crew will be If you're not original and you show no strategy Heavenly...is how the track tends to flow And if you don't know, tell em diggy said so Q-tip: We livin this cuz it's deep in our bones A tribe called quest with this hip hop jones So sit and analyze the lyrical spray Cuz all it really is is word play(word play)(word) Consequence: Willie. that's what i kick to get this millie on a lilly Now, i'm packin dimes like chilli Stress(stress). that's what i always go through Cuz it's survival of the fittest on the 192 Q-tip: Knowledge. when the mind accept facts On this plane of livin, knowledge be the key, black Understanding. gettin a grip on what's revealed When shit be real, can't give understanding back Phife: Analyze. that's what i do to mcs That be talkin bout they this and that, money please Ego. i'm on my own jock skill Cuz if i don't say i'm the best, tell me who the hell will Consequence: Cheeba smoke y'all. that's what i use to get high When i'm in a rut and i don't know why Try. yo try again my friend Cuz you can't see this mc representin linden Q-tip: Freestyle(freestyle). a true mc trait And when you do it ill, niggaz respect it as great Yo, i gotta...(laughing) Phife: We livin this cuz it's deep in our bones A tribe called quest with the hip hop jones So sit and analyze the lyrical spray Cuz all it really is is word play(word play) |
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from The Renaissance (2008)
Now that I know what is boy
For your epitaph niggers Laugh, tricks that he gassed your ass Siphon and not your cash Seeing the door in a flash While I stay enclosed Walking out my clothes she said, I won't trade him for nothing You're mother fucking right Walking this shit every night Fin this shit? Hold it tight Rina Filma on my sleeve? Even when I have to leave Cooler than even in the breeze Do you believe I was waiting for nothing The one division leader In the rebound new group of shorties Off the post, going coast to coast She on the hard ones, sub him out the game she saying "No, he good, I mean" I won't trade him for nothing For no amount of dough Franchise this man Give him all the things you can Think long term plans He be bringing in the fans Front page magazine, listen to this lady scream I won't trade him for nothing Cause she know what?s better her top and Now a beckon on the flu Like a running with the nicest nigger Kinda sorta ? When he's singing just to slaughter no matter the quarter I won't trade him for nothing The club house king Batting practice Slugger swing, Game time same thing When I'm in about a minute Holding the bat, as good as fat She's out the park and coming back she?s saying I won't trade him for nothing And for ray you say you get it good If you were the ball player at all And the famous fall inevitably will make a call Hanging memorabilia from you walls This is why you can't trade me I won't trade him for nothing Now that I know what is boy You can bet your money on a sure thing Certain profit?s what it brings Ceremonies of the ringer in the white house wing Clear your mantle, the trophies I bring, do you wanna trade? I won't trade him for nothing Cause in the air there's a teammate you're looking for Back-shoot and laughter ball ? Leaves it all on the floor Always looking to score Pep talks in the locker room This is why you sing this tune I won't trade him for nothing And then you reach can't make me sit out I go til you get out Her ball no get out An all night get-down I train for the pressure And come out fresher Equipped for the game You know my name, it makes me better I cheer for the whole team Let's go for the whole thing The ballots that you're holding MVP voting And I represent the sentiment you're emoting And you say I won't trade him for nothing The physical ability with mental capability Legitimately faces me outside of your vicinity And I ain't really seeing me Vacating this community I?m staying in I won't trade him for nothing I'm glad that you feel this way, Here is where I like to play Need to hear it everyday They cheer for me, say "Olay!" Wait a minute, "Andale?" I don't know, well anyway |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - The Low End Theory (2001)
[q-tip]
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)
[q-tip]
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)
Chorus:
We got the bump-da-bump-da-bump bump(6x) We got the bump-da-bump-da-bump bump-da-bump-da-bump Bump-da-bump-da-bump Q-tip: Yo, we preparin ourselves for this ultimate war The mcs are really lost and it's at a big cost We be rhymin at our show thinkin we gettin dough Movin throught every town off the fumes of... And accolades of the crowd with our chests out proud Yo, we bout to pack these joints so that these...sound loud Some kids be actin stank like a baby pant It's the rapper abstract that make the joint get amped Yo, use your body maker and use your minds, to break true Yo, we gotta do the do Son, we livin in a time where mad folks talk (shit) Representin they crews or they east-west clicks Let me tell everybody from coast to coast About the lands we boast, but we don't own jack How the (fuck) we movin through makin moves like that? How the (hell) we movin through makin moves like that? Can you explain that? i doubt that, very highly We got jewels and mo and the life is tight rowdy Everybody lookin (shitty) like a to' down committee Let's make these institutions, body slam for the smitties I got girls with plenty tails, smarts and big (titties) And they all stressin me, yo, really? What really goes on? (james brown: i don't know) Chorus: Q-tip: One is for the beat and the two is for the rhyme Three is for the life, now we on this incline Never catch this kid stickin forks in swine Never ran my gibs in nuthin less than a dime A few of my brothas did that asshole one time Strivin miss sunrise, sometimes is known as crime The three twenty-five got that windex shine And when i shot skelly, i had my boxes in lines All i wanna do is live life and be fair I used to stress girls with long legs and long hair Now, i want a woman with a spiritual flair God will never make it too hard for me to bare I'm hungry like a derelict whose stays in the diluse Some can count me out, but yo, i doubt that i lose The westernized world got our minds confused You frontin on me, ak, then you don't get bruised The funny style cats, they be playin games like chucky Government officials shoot their same old... Made of devil agents a.k.a. the devil flunky Stiff (ass) squares gettin mad cuz we funky This the crap game, then we got the top rolls The positive jumps the negative like frogs Resentin evil vibes, yo, that (shit) is at the morgue We celebrate laughin down in at the smorgas borg You still lookin (shitty) like a to' down committee Let's make this institution, buy the land for the smitties I got girls with tails, plenty smarts and big (titties) And they all stressin me...really Chorus: |
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from The Renaissance (2008)
and it, and it begins, he walks outside for a cigarette break
and thinks how many cigarettes does it take he takes a long drag with the sun in his eye he squints, he thinks he starts to sigh sometimes he cry when he think bout his girlfriend on his side she held him down, she made him better fought the love, through the fucked up weather and shes thinking about her life with no more work just being a wife But instead her love, she gave it to a man who fought against her lovely palns so when she go to work, plus go to school plus fight the love, she must feel like a fool she wants the ease that come after pain she fights for love, thats her campaign we fight,we love (chorus x2 raphael saadiq) we fight and love so much sometimes I get confused of who we are maybe if we just stop and chat and It will find out who we are (fight) just a little bit (love) just a little bit (fight) just a little bit (love) just a little bit more we just keep on (fight) just a little bit (love) just a little bit (fight) just a little bit (love) just a little bit more (verse 2) and it, and it begins, he's off the ball he left his friends, he aint home no more he's in a place, that's far away where he can't understand what they say they say salaam, they carry bombs in crowded places, and sause alarm u're the infidel who's univited but really an american boy who's slighted it aint your fault, you want identity so you join this big fraternity you get to travel the world, its cheaper than college and you get guns and you get knowledge looking for your soul, and WMD's you can't find nothing,cause its empty you got your gun, and he's your friend and he's your man, until the end we fight, we love (chorus x2 raphael saadiq) we fight and love so much sometimes I get confused of who we are maybe if we just stop and chat and It will find out who we are (fight) just a little bit (love) just a little bit (fight) just a little bit (love) just a little bit more we just keep on (fight) just a little bit (love) just a little bit (fight) just a little bit (love) just a little bit more |
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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 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 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 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)
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)
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 Kevin Michael - Kevin Michael (2007)
Do that, do that, do that, that, that [x2]
You better, do that, do that, do that, that, that Do that, do that, do that, that, that Here we come yo, here we come [x3] It's your boy Kev Mich on the microphone Yo I love the hood but it gets rough Growing up there sometimes it gets tough, Especially when mommy is daddy too and she's trying to make a man of you But why complain, that's not what's up, yeah Negative turns to positive, if it's wrong do the opposite What doesn't kill only makes you strong, Hustle hard and keep grindin' on Cause I'm too Blessed to be stressed And I'm too fresh to be pressed There's so much going on today but I can't let it worry me Cause I'm too Blessed to be stressed You better do that, do that, do that, that, that Come on do that, do that, do that, that, that You better do that, do that, do that, that, that Come on do that, do that, do that, that, that Yes I know that I am older now But sometimes my problems get me down My bills are stacked up, credit's jacked up Rent is racked up and my toilet's backed up Damn, wish I could flush the drama away Negative turns to positive, if it's wrong do the opposite What doesn't kill only makes you strong, Hustle hard and keep grindin' on Cause I'm too Blessed to be stressed And I'm too fresh to be pressed There's so much going on today but I can't let it worry me Cause I'm too Blessed to be stressed [Q-Tip:] Blessings decent on us, sometimes we neglect What we think is problematic can sometimes be perfect Acknowledge our shortcomings and build on our strengths Emotions can circumvent, down play or just prevent Fine if she doesn't want to speak to you brah She can pass on the golden goose that shit's on her And it's cool if he acts a fool, ___ know it real As the days go by, he may not cry but loss he will feel Make it easy on yourself stay thankful and strive Let go of inhibitions and let go of your pride As Kev sing the song, we're gonna push it along Too Blessed to be stressed, no stress in the strong Wouldn't put you through it, if I didn't do it And I didn't know firsthand that whatever you want, you can have Don't waste time complaining, live your life today and The future's right up in your hands, what you gonna do with it then You better, do that, do that, do that, that, that Come on, do that, do that, do that, that, that You better do, that, do that, do that, that, that Come on, do that, do that, do that, that, that Cause I'm too Blessed to be stressed And I'm too fresh to be pressed There's so much going on today but I can't let it worry me Cause I'm too Blessed to be stressed Go on and do that, do that, do that, that, that Come on, do that, do that, do that, that, that You better, do that, do that, do that, that, that Come on, do that, do that, do that, that, that |
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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 R.E.M 13집 - Around The Sun (2004)
You took me to the restaurant where we first met You knocked a future shock crowbar upside my head I got caught with the stop of the tick-tock, tick-tock clock When you told me what you knew Lost in the moment The day that the music stopped And I do remember you Drawing patterns with a cork on the tablecloth Promising volcanic change of plot Where will this lead us - I'm scared of the storm The outsiders are gathering, a new day is born I tried to tell you I am not afraid You looked up and saw it all across my face So am I with you or am I against I don't think it's that easy - we're lost in regret Now I'm trying to remember The feeling when the music stopped When you told me what you knew Lost in the moment The day that the music stopped And I do remember you Drawing patterns with a cork on the tablecloth Promising volcanic change of plot Where does this leave us - I'm scared of the storm The outsiders are gathering, a new day is born Drawing patterns with a cork on the tablecloth Promising volcanic change of plot Where does this leave us - I'm scared of the storm The outsiders are gathering, a new day is born The outsiders are gathering, a new day is born The outsiders are gathering A man walks away when every muscle says to stay How many yesterdays - they each weigh heavy Who says what changes may come? Who says what we call home? I know you see right through me, my luminescence fades The dusk provides an antidote, I am not afraid I've been a million times in my mind This is really just a technicality, frailty, reality Uh, it's time to breathe, time to believe Let it go and run towards the sea They don't teach that, they don't know what you mean They don't understand, they don't know what you mean They don't get it, I wanna scream I wanna breathe again, I wanna dream I wanna float a quote from Martin Luther King I am not afraid I am not afraid I am not afraid I am not afraid I am not afraid I am not afraid I am not afraid |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - Beats Rhymes And Life (2001)
(q-tip)
Yea, move your body, decide to party 'bout to bring it to you kid like we never ever did My nigga al g in it, my nigga shaheed in it We got the girl kristine in it, got my man big g in it Hey, yo, inside the ghetto or in a sunny meadow I'ma make you move whether woman or fellow Yo, i got the medals in the warfield of respect Like an ill porno make ya body get wet Just a ghetto child trying to live a straight and narrow Hoping that my shit will pierce your dome like an arrow I'm sure it will, especially if it's god's will Mc's you ready to die cuz i'ma kill All you negative feelings standing on two feet While i make the hotties move to the hip-hop beat You know what's really killer, realer than you can imagine Using every source of pain in my range to make it happen If i make it happen, that means i'm making motion And i'm doing my thing causing an ill commotion Everybody do the hop, niggaz soothe like lotion I lay up in the piece or an incognotion You gotta do the hop then move to the beat, you don't stop Now everybody here, you do the hop You going up to cop, a town full of brick, don't stop You gotta come back and do the hop Yo, fuk the cop, you gotta come back and do the hop Move till your body won't stop You gotta do the hop, nonstop motion, nonstop You gotta come back and do the, do the (phife) You see you, your career is done like johnny carson's Get me vexed, i do like left eye, i'll start an arson Now that i got that out my system Watch me stab up the track as if my name was oj simpson I packs it in like van halen I work for mine, you, you're freeloading like kato kaelin I'm representing wit my crew Mess around, bite my rhymes, i beat that ass wit my shoes C'mon, you know i'm crazy nice (nice, nice) Brothers can't deal wit this shorty named phife You must be mad in the head I bust his ass and leave 'em bloodclot for dead Niggaz sound like das efx If it ain't das efx, then they sounding like meth You might as well do megadeth Yo, punk mc's better save your freaking breath You'se a corny muthafuka You must be high smoking dust wit chris tucker You asses don't want this I pull more beeps than the beep at the premier of pocohantas Word is born, i am the baddest And all you honies out there, word is born, you know my status So come and pull your panties down This ain't no barnum and bailey show, i don't get down wit the clowns So why don't you and your friends, get wit me and my friends But don't bring your ass buying you ain't got no ends Word is born, it don't stop(stop,stop,stop...) Just ease your mind, come along and do the hop (q-tip) You gotta do the hop, you move to the beat, you don't stop Come on everybody, do the hop Even if you a cop, you gotta come back and do the hop You move to the beat, you don't stop You smoking jub rocks, you gotta just stop and do the hop Then you come back and do the hop You know we don't stop, we on the ghetto, rise on the top You know we come back and do the hop Shorties in the place, all the shorty rocks, do the hop You gotta come back and do the hop We never go on pop, you know we come back, we do the hop This is how it is, we do the hop |
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from Sergio Mendes - Timeless (2006)
It's Q-Tip, the ass-jack
Will.i.am and Sergio Q-tip steady rockin' on yo' radio It's the eh, it's the ethnic It's the hip hop dance, let's sing Corocodo, corocodocodo Cerecedeng, cerecedegedeng Cisaingeng, cisaingengeng Cirikidzing, cirikidzkidzing Corocodo, corocodocodo Cerecedeng, cerecedegedeng Cisaingeng, cisaingengeng Cirikidzing, cirikidzkidzing Corocodo, corocodocodo Cerecedeng, cerecedegedeng Cisaingeng, cisaidengeng Cirikidzing It's Q-tip Don't have lotta time, man, I really gotta move man She's waitin' for me now, man, don't wanna blow the move, man 'Cause you know I gotta go to her place I go to another space when I look at her face And look at her eyes they're deep like pools of water I'm really turned on now and I know that I oughta Hold her hand, let my love pour dance on the dance floor If you can't dance, baby, I can show you Jus' clap yo' hand and let the music take you And put your foots in, and let it all shake ya And take yo' head and put you hands up, ah And shake your waist, ah, and you can tip it up Just move your hands, eh, and move your waist, eh You're looking in my eyes and in my face, ah And then I feel you when I keep pace, ah And then we dance, and we let the music happenin' We fall in love all over again, again, again, we say Corocodo, corocodocodo Cerecedeng, cerecedegedeng Cisaingeng, cisaingengeng Cirikidzing, cirikidzkidzing Corocodo, corocodocodo Cerecedeng, cerecedegedeng Cisaingeng, cisaingengeng Cirikidzing, cirikidzkidzing Corocodo, corocodocodo Cerecedeng, cerecedegedeng Cisaingeng, cisaidengeng Cirikidzing And check it out, check it out, check it, ah, ah, ah It's Will.i.am, check it out, check it, ah, ah, ah Can't be wastin' time, yeah, I gotta make my move, man Gotta girlie lookin' at me, peeping at my hood, man No time to waste when you're up in the spout 'Cause there's too many boppers that make my cock block So I git myself together, make sure I'm looking smooth, man Walk up pumpin' it as, and what you do, man She tol' me she chillin' and they doin' nuthin So I said maybe later we can get in the sun We can skip to a diner and sip a little coffee And talk about hip hop stars and astronomy By the way baby what's your sign She said, "Virgo", I said, "Pisces mine" And this was her favorite dish And I never met a virgin pretty like this Let's do it, let's do it, let's do it, do it, do it Let's do it, do it, do it Corocodo, corocodocodo Cerecedeng, cerecedegedeng Cisaingeng, cisaingengeng Cirikidzing, cirikidzkidzing Corocodo, corocodocodo Cerecedeng, cerecedegedeng Cisaingeng, cisaingengeng Cirikidzing, cirikidzkidzing Corocodo, corocodocodo Cerecedeng, cerecedegedeng Cisaingeng, cisaidengeng Cirikidzing It's Q-tip, it's Q-tip Yo 'tip you on point, yeah Is the beat on point, yeah Is Sergio on point, yeah I know you know I'm on point, yeah Yo 'tip you on point, yeah Is the groove on point, yeah Sergio on point, yeah I know you know I'm on point, yeah You know they love it like this, yeah Because we got it like this, yeah You know we love it like this, yeah Yeah, it's like this y'all, it's like that y'all Will.i.am in da house with Sergio Q-tip's in da house on the radio On the radio, on the radio On the radiya, diya, diya, diya, diya, di, radio |
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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 - 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 - 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 - Beats Rhymes And Life (2001)
I really know how it feels to be, stressed out, stressed out When you're face to face with your adversity I really know how it feels to be, stressed out, stressed out We're gonna make this thing work out eventually Verse one: consequence, q-tip Yo i ain't one to complain but there's things in the game (what's your name?) consequence, i'm tight, burnt like flames (and why's that?) american dreams, they got this ghetto kid in a fiend Don't stress that cause it's not in your bloodstream Your whole being, comes from greatness, d'you remember Shatan got you caught in the storms of december And brothers on the block packin nines like september Crazy situations keeps pockets on slender Yo i be on the avenue where they be actin brand new I'm splurgin on these reebok joints for shorty boo All of a sudden, i saw these two kids frontin Talkin out they joints but they wasn't sayin nuttin My hand was on my toolie they was actin unruly (say word) yo word up, yo i was tight caught up But i swallowed my pride and let that nonsense ride Because i'm positive it seems that negative dies Yo we was at the dice game makin these cats look silly Flamin, steady runnin off at the willie I had my cash mixed, my rent due, with my play-dough I gotta see some loot so all my girls i blow Shook them shits in my palm let em hit the flo' Kept my eyeballs scopin for them pigs po-po I got to go on the ave see my parole by fo' But i gotta steady freak these boys like jojo And i was doin it, til i met ike, spike, and mike One roll, they had my pockets thirstier than sprite Yo i know the feelin, when you feelin like a villain You be havin good thoughts but the evils be revealin And the stresses of life can take you off the right path (no doubt) Jealousy and envy tends to infiltrate your staff We gotta hold it down so we can move on past All adversities, so we can get through fast, like that Chorus Verse two: consequence You got the n.w.o. (low cash flow) Your baby's on the way (and you don't know who) And crosstown niggaz tryin to (bust at you) Aiyyo they got me stressed out (and you don't know what to do) So frame this kodak black, and vision to my contact With a poultry scrap, workers get pistol smacked The switch hittin queens, niggaz liquid sword spittin With raw poppy, and now your first love is krill Your vision of the mil got crept like hey lover Tried to rise to the top, you just couldn't recover And all i want is my laceration of the pie To get this whip cream before the water runs dry Niggaz flashdancin yo i don't know why You're sick of snitchin, she got you cruisin to the pokey Like smokey, the stress be tryin to squeeze out a homey While i be tryin to get star status like shinobi So we can build a dynasty, just like the toby's And all i want, is the world to know my steez These money hungry niggaz is seven thirty And got me stressed out like these frog mc's Chorus Outro: faith evans Don't worry we gon make it (gonna make it) Don't worry we gon make it (oh yeah) Don't worry we gon make it (gonna make it) We gon make it (gotta make it) Don't worry we gon make it (gotta make it) We're gonna make it (we gotta make it) Don't worry we gon make it (we gonna make it) We gonna make it (ohhhhhhh) Don't worry we gon make it (ohhhhhhh) Don't worry we gon make it (gonna make it) Don't worry we gon make it (ohhhhhhh) We gon make it (ahaowwhwwww) Don't worry we gon make it (ahahwwww) I know we gonna make it (we're gonna make it) C'mon baby we gon make it (yeahhhh) We gon make it (yeahhahhahhhh) Don't worry we gon make it (we're gonna make it) We've gotta make it (we've gotta make it) We've gotta make it (oh yeah) Know we're gonna make it We're gonna make it, gonna make it, we gotta make it, know we gonna make it... |
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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 The Renaissance (2008)
My brother Shaka would have wanted me to do it like this
So raise the glasses for all the lost ones in your life Dilla dawg and master wow, what up with Emmy Is well to propel with the spirit of the mic Even if you have one person with you when it's hard That makes it easy, celebrate them let know just who they are Because of these experiences, I have some control On the microphone and roll elevating to the stars Her's a demonstration, with the excellence Reverse the pandemic that's filled with pestilence Who has his finger on the post of the b-boy Serving fees with the stream of a deep boy Who's well connected, you must respect it I'm dippin' with the spirits mentioned on this record Hopefully this serves as motivation The never sayin' docon-sensation Put my stamp on it, the mic clamps on it Mama I know let me put little thamp on it Blade running through the day of agility Staying gunning make way for possibilities It's the capital Q, rap it'll do What I want it to, it's like taming a shrew Living life experiencing proportions Knowing better, I've experienced distortions And through the in and outs, of life's revolving doors I'mma see that, I'm still getting more Yeah, I'm comin' in, I'm gonna see my friend To the top floor, seems it never ends Heaven never ends, yeah, it never ends It be goin' on, it's phenomenon, like a new born Or a Stevie song, it be going on Do ya fell it, do ya feel it, do ya feel it? Do ya feel it, do ya feel it Snare drum goes My brother Shaka would have wanted me to say this to y'all Don't lose sight y'all without giving a fight I'm channeling well and Irvine, Mr. clean He would have wanted me to say what I mean And mean get it right Dilla having you in my past has been a blast You've inspired so many and forever will you last And to my father yo your spirit is draping me Never escapin' me, I'm happy that I had you in my past Let's go (Let's go) Let's go (Let's go) Let's go (Let's go) |
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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 - Revised Quest For The Seasoned Traveller (2003)
Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what so what so what's the scenario Here we go yo, here we go yo So what so what so what's the scenario (Phife Dawg) Aiyyo Bo knows this (what?) and Bo knows that (what?) But Bo don't know jack, cause Bo can't rap Well whaddya know, the Di-Dawg, is first up to bat No batteries included, and no strings attached No holds barred, no time for move fakin Gots to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon Brothers front, they say the Tribe can't flow But we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe so Sleep if you want, my crew will help you get your Z's troop But here's the real scoop I'm all that and then some, short dark and handsome Bust a nut inside your eye, to show you where I come from I'm vexed, fumin, I've had it up to here My days of payin dues are over, acknowledge me as in there (YEAH) Head for the border, go get a taco I'll be wreckin from the jump street, meaning from the get-go Sit back relax and let yourself go Don't sweat what you heard, but act like you know (Charlie Brown) Yes yes y'all (yes y'all!) Who got the vibe? It's the Tribe y'all (Tribe y'all!) Real live y'all (live y'all!) Inside outside come around... (who's that??) Browwwwwwwwn Some may, I say, call me Charlie The word is the herb and I'm deep like Bob Marley Layback on the payback, (evolve rotate the gates?) CONTACT! Can I get a hit? (HIT!) Boom bip with a brother named Tip and we're ready to flip East coast stompin, rippin and rompin New York, North Cak-a-laka, and Compton Checka-checka-check it out! The loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce And wow how now wow how now Brown cow We're ill till the skill gets down For the flex, next, it's the textbook old to the new but the rest are doo-doo From radio, to the video, to Arsenio Tell me! Yo, what's the scenario (Dinco D) (True blue!) Scooby Doo, whoopie doo Scenario's ready yo, always rates more than four Scores for the snores that's lovin dance floors Now I go for mine, (shades of G sure?) Ship-shape plus Grape Apes to play tapes Papes make grapes great for the waist I'm an L-AH, an E-ADER, simply just a leader Bass in his face means peace see ya later Later? (LATER!) Later alligator Pop blows the weasel and my Earth the inflater So yo the D what the O, incorporated I-N-C into a flow Funk flipped flat back first this foul fight fight fight Laugh yo how's that sound (ohhhhhh!) (Q-Tip) It's the leader Quest mission and we got the goods here (here!) Never on the left cause my right's my good ear (ear!) I could give a damn about a ill subliminal Stay away from crime cause so ain't no CRIMINAL I love my young nation, groovy sensation No time for hibernation, only elation Don't ever try to test, yo whattup little kid? Yo Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell him what I did (Busta Rhymes) I heard you rushed and rushed, AND ATTACKED Then baby puked then you had TO SMACK Causin rambunction, throughout the sphere Raise the levels of the boom, inside the ear (Q-Tip) You know I did it So don't violate or you get violated The hip-hop sound is well agitated Won't ever waste no time on the played out ego So here's Busta Rhymes with the scenario (Busta Rhymes) Watch, as I combine all the juice from the mind Heel up, reel up, bring it back, come rewind Powerful impact BOOM! from the cannon Not braggin, try to read my mind just imagine Vo-cab-u-lary's necessary When diggin into my library Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Eating ayea toadstool like the one Peter Tosh-a Uh, uh uhh, alone with the track man Uh, pardon me, uhh, as I come back As I did it yo I heard you beg your pardon When I travel to the Sun I roll with the squadron RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW like a dungeon dragon Change your little drawers cause your pants are saggin Try to step to this, I will, fits you in a turban And had you smellin right, like some old stale urine Checkady-choco, the chocolate chicken The rear cock diesel, for chicks they were kickin Yo, bustin out before the Busta bust a nut the rhyme the rhythm is in sync (UHH!) the rhymes are on time (TIME!) Rippin up this dance just like a radio Observe the vibe and check out the scenario!! *chorus starts* Yeah, my man motherfucker! Chorus |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - Hits, Rarities & Remixes (2003)
Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what so what so what's the scenario Here we go yo, here we go yo So what so what so what's the scenario (Phife Dawg) Aiyyo Bo knows this (what?) and Bo knows that (what?) But Bo don't know jack, cause Bo can't rap Well whaddya know, the Di-Dawg, is first up to bat No batteries included, and no strings attached No holds barred, no time for move fakin Gots to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon Brothers front, they say the Tribe can't flow But we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe so Sleep if you want, my crew will help you get your Z's troop But here's the real scoop I'm all that and then some, short dark and handsome Bust a nut inside your eye, to show you where I come from I'm vexed, fumin, I've had it up to here My days of payin dues are over, acknowledge me as in there (YEAH) Head for the border, go get a taco I'll be wreckin from the jump street, meaning from the get-go Sit back relax and let yourself go Don't sweat what you heard, but act like you know (Charlie Brown) Yes yes y'all (yes y'all!) Who got the vibe? It's the Tribe y'all (Tribe y'all!) Real live y'all (live y'all!) Inside outside come around... (who's that??) Browwwwwwwwn Some may, I say, call me Charlie The word is the herb and I'm deep like Bob Marley Layback on the payback, (evolve rotate the gates?) CONTACT! Can I get a hit? (HIT!) Boom bip with a brother named Tip and we're ready to flip East coast stompin, rippin and rompin New York, North Cak-a-laka, and Compton Checka-checka-check it out! The loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce And wow how now wow how now Brown cow We're ill till the skill gets down For the flex, next, it's the textbook old to the new but the rest are doo-doo From radio, to the video, to Arsenio Tell me! Yo, what's the scenario (Dinco D) (True blue!) Scooby Doo, whoopie doo Scenario's ready yo, always rates more than four Scores for the snores that's lovin dance floors Now I go for mine, (shades of G sure?) Ship-shape plus Grape Apes to play tapes Papes make grapes great for the waist I'm an L-AH, an E-ADER, simply just a leader Bass in his face means peace see ya later Later? (LATER!) Later alligator Pop blows the weasel and my Earth the inflater So yo the D what the O, incorporated I-N-C into a flow Funk flipped flat back first this foul fight fight fight Laugh yo how's that sound (ohhhhhh!) (Q-Tip) It's the leader Quest mission and we got the goods here (here!) Never on the left cause my right's my good ear (ear!) I could give a damn about a ill subliminal Stay away from crime cause so ain't no CRIMINAL I love my young nation, groovy sensation No time for hibernation, only elation Don't ever try to test, yo whattup little kid? Yo Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell him what I did (Busta Rhymes) I heard you rushed and rushed, AND ATTACKED Then baby puked then you had TO SMACK Causin rambunction, throughout the sphere Raise the levels of the boom, inside the ear (Q-Tip) You know I did it So don't violate or you get violated The hip-hop sound is well agitated Won't ever waste no time on the played out ego So here's Busta Rhymes with the scenario (Busta Rhymes) Watch, as I combine all the juice from the mind Heel up, reel up, bring it back, come rewind Powerful impact BOOM! from the cannon Not braggin, try to read my mind just imagine Vo-cab-u-lary's necessary When diggin into my library Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Eating ayea toadstool like the one Peter Tosh-a Uh, uh uhh, alone with the track man Uh, pardon me, uhh, as I come back As I did it yo I heard you beg your pardon When I travel to the Sun I roll with the squadron RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW like a dungeon dragon Change your little drawers cause your pants are saggin Try to step to this, I will, fits you in a turban And had you smellin right, like some old stale urine Checkady-choco, the chocolate chicken The rear cock diesel, for chicks they were kickin Yo, bustin out before the Busta bust a nut the rhyme the rhythm is in sync (UHH!) the rhymes are on time (TIME!) Rippin up this dance just like a radio Observe the vibe and check out the scenario!! *chorus starts* Yeah, my man motherfucker! Chorus |
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from DJ Cut Killer - Party Jam (2003)
Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what so what so what's the scenario Here we go yo, here we go yo So what so what so what's the scenario (Phife Dawg) Aiyyo Bo knows this (what?) and Bo knows that (what?) But Bo don't know jack, cause Bo can't rap Well whaddya know, the Di-Dawg, is first up to bat No batteries included, and no strings attached No holds barred, no time for move fakin Gots to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon Brothers front, they say the Tribe can't flow But we've been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe so Sleep if you want, my crew will help you get your Z's troop But here's the real scoop I'm all that and then some, short dark and handsome Bust a nut inside your eye, to show you where I come from I'm vexed, fumin, I've had it up to here My days of payin dues are over, acknowledge me as in there (YEAH) Head for the border, go get a taco I'll be wreckin from the jump street, meaning from the get-go Sit back relax and let yourself go Don't sweat what you heard, but act like you know (Charlie Brown) Yes yes y'all (yes y'all!) Who got the vibe? It's the Tribe y'all (Tribe y'all!) Real live y'all (live y'all!) Inside outside come around... (who's that??) Browwwwwwwwn Some may, I say, call me Charlie The word is the herb and I'm deep like Bob Marley Layback on the payback, (evolve rotate the gates?) CONTACT! Can I get a hit? (HIT!) Boom bip with a brother named Tip and we're ready to flip East coast stompin, rippin and rompin New York, North Cak-a-laka, and Compton Checka-checka-check it out! The loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce And wow how now wow how now Brown cow We're ill till the skill gets down For the flex, next, it's the textbook old to the new but the rest are doo-doo From radio, to the video, to Arsenio Tell me! Yo, what's the scenario (Dinco D) (True blue!) Scooby Doo, whoopie doo Scenario's ready yo, always rates more than four Scores for the snores that's lovin dance floors Now I go for mine, (shades of G sure?) Ship-shape plus Grape Apes to play tapes Papes make grapes great for the waist I'm an L-AH, an E-ADER, simply just a leader Bass in his face means peace see ya later Later? (LATER!) Later alligator Pop blows the weasel and my Earth the inflater So yo the D what the O, incorporated I-N-C into a flow Funk flipped flat back first this foul fight fight fight Laugh yo how's that sound (ohhhhhh!) (Q-Tip) It's the leader Quest mission and we got the goods here (here!) Never on the left cause my right's my good ear (ear!) I could give a damn about a ill subliminal Stay away from crime cause so ain't no CRIMINAL I love my young nation, groovy sensation No time for hibernation, only elation Don't ever try to test, yo whattup little kid? Yo Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell him what I did (Busta Rhymes) I heard you rushed and rushed, AND ATTACKED Then baby puked then you had TO SMACK Causin rambunction, throughout the sphere Raise the levels of the boom, inside the ear (Q-Tip) You know I did it So don't violate or you get violated The hip-hop sound is well agitated Won't ever waste no time on the played out ego So here's Busta Rhymes with the scenario (Busta Rhymes) Watch, as I combine all the juice from the mind Heel up, reel up, bring it back, come rewind Powerful impact BOOM! from the cannon Not braggin, try to read my mind just imagine Vo-cab-u-lary's necessary When diggin into my library Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Eating ayea toadstool like the one Peter Tosh-a Uh, uh uhh, alone with the track man Uh, pardon me, uhh, as I come back As I did it yo I heard you beg your pardon When I travel to the Sun I roll with the squadron RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW like a dungeon dragon Change your little drawers cause your pants are saggin Try to step to this, I will, fits you in a turban And had you smellin right, like some old stale urine Checkady-choco, the chocolate chicken The rear cock diesel, for chicks they were kickin Yo, bustin out before the Busta bust a nut the rhyme the rhythm is in sync (UHH!) the rhymes are on time (TIME!) Rippin up this dance just like a radio Observe the vibe and check out the scenario!! *chorus starts* Yeah, my man motherfucker! Chorus |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - Hits, Rarities & Remixes (2003)
Check my style out
Life situations are the one I speak about It seems cats now-a-days we gettin' introduced to courage Don't get discouraged 'cause my words will threw her like flourish we got the bounty we from the queen's county overlookin' things like a Rushmore Mounty And got no other choice except to get a little love We rise above We be fittin' like a glove Thr pain in my heart is getting dosed by joy We have no other boy but to bring the B-boy There's nothin' on this erb that can end still fear The locomive, puttin' my thing in gear I only have the fear of guard and that's aqua You need binaca Your trap is blazing like blanca I got the lethal you couldn't put a match to it Let me know yo we could do it like Stu it Mind over matter action is needed When the big one not to be super seeded Responsibility is somethin' I can't deny The illegallies is Narcist reply Most cats scrambled to do 'cause they want to But on the kick rising in the past on in prompt to My lily's hot like two links in the skillet A room filled with speakers one stage, watch me kill it Now we should resort from the cradle to the grave Round and opposition twisted like Super Dave You be looking, Bub, just like Uncle Jesse Don't make the scene messy 'Cause it'll jump that's word Aunt Betsy Profound sentences to pure lyric dems Some of my friends be like a people with stems Folks be on the chase for this cheddar Thinkin' it makes your life better But it can make you ass out And when I'm at a show chicks never pass out We got the noise to make the whole mash out A Tribe Called Quest make the party go down Plus w |
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from 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 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 - Beats Rhymes And Life (2001)
Intro: Kamaal (Q-Tip)
Phony rappers who do not write Phony rappers who do not excite Phony rappers, check it out, aight Verse One: Kamaal (Q-Tip) Yo, I was riding the train And this Puerto Rican kid said simple and plain Let's battle It kinda took me by surprised Cuz the brother was moving wit his eyes on the prize I said screw it, I ain't got nuttin to lose but um But I got to do this shit real quick so um Hurry up kid, bust your joints and then I'll bust mine And I be out cuz I got to see this hottie, he said ok Now check it, check it out, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, that's what he said Then I came back and just fucked up his head Cuz yo, he thought an MC who was seen on TV Couldn't hold the shit down in New York City Aiyyo, I showed his ass, then I went off on my task To bless her ass Uptown, real MC's will hold it down Yea, yea, sonny, to the beat like that You wanna bring it to me, where you at Verse Two: Phife Dawg Yes, dread, I had a similiar situation When this kid tried to tell me I didn't deserve my occupation He said I wasn't shit that I was soon to fall I looked him up and down, grab my crotch and said balls Of course he tried to bring it on the battling tip Ay, you know me, you know I had to come out my shit Trying to lounge at the mall, meet Skef and Mr Walton Finally I banged his ass wit the verbal assault He said a rhyme about his .45 and his nickelbags of weed That's when I preceeded to give him what he needed Talking 'bout I need a Phillie right before I get loose Poor excuse, money please, i get loose off of orange juice Preferly Minute Maid cuz that's exactly what it takes To write a rhyme, huh, to school your nickels and your dimes Because an MC like me be on TV Don't mean I can't hold my shit down in NYC Phony rappers who do not write Phony rappers who do not excite Phony rappers, you know they type Phony rappers, check it Verse Three: Phife, Consequence It seems there's a sanitation, y'all full of thrash talker Sounding good but money can you feed the dog hawker Talking 'bout your mic days and your breakdancing Not enhancing, you sound tired Oh, shit, I didn't know you like to play yourself in front'cha friends Sitting there, lying to no end MC's for me make things happening Talk about a world but in a form of rapping Who will be the captain of this ship If it goes down, don't you know you have to go wit it Just because you rhyme for a couple of weeks Doesn't mean that you've reach the MC's peak Let me stop sounding all bitter Ghetto child, never be a quitter But don't be a phony in the litter Take it as a letter from the better Take it from a man who used to rhyme in busted ass jetta's C: Yo, Phife, you need a condom P: Word to God, mess around I catch Aids from Mc's being on my nuts too hard C: Cuz on my blvd you better bring your bodyguard P: And what's your blvd C: LP, I represent naturally P: So don't step on the rolly if you know that you're phony Or else I bend that ass like elbow macaroni Cuz I gotta keep it real (gotta keep it real) A Tribe Called Quest, you see we never half step C: (So on your mark) get ready, MC's be jetti Me and Phifey be on ya like Veronica and Betty Archie, Jughead, snuffing Mc's From Brainslane down to Hempstead P: Yes 'Quence, see over His rhyme style is older that a Chrysler car Nova I'm wilder then the cats from Arizona Villanova, un, un, Kentucky Whos' the next MC stepping up to try and bust me Bring him here and boy, will I ever let him have it C: And when it comes to the microphone, don't even try to grab it What? |
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from 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 - Hits, Rarities & Remixes (2003)
All we want in this life Is peace, prosperity and a little paper Objects that seem greater But i'm sure well over come when we illin on a drum (repeat 2x) Verse one: q-tip We in a world that places heavy emphasis on money synthesis Y'all can be my witnesses That a fella fascination with money has grown To the point that he will shit on his own We got to have it y'all, its not a spike lee cinematic A piece of paper makin niggaz get dramatic But the money doesnt come automatic Gotta motivate ourselves to go and grab it We got to get it yall, in an orderly fashion Some cats go about it with too much passion We got to mediate our greedy levels Cuz the lust of currency can have us sleepin with the devil Gotta recognize it, realize the power That this little ma-huckin piece of paper will devour Man can be greater than the thing he creates See, i'ma do my thing and see how much i can scrape Yo i'd rather have respect than money, no doubt But listen to me y'all, i want the mass amount That the sesame street dracula cant count So that i can give my people when that thing surmounts To higher levels.. of being.. so when i'm mc-ing I hope to see you there steady g-ing (say word) But the only way we can truly reach that goal Is finding true inner peace and prospering souls It's like that Chorus Verse two: phife Here comes your royal highness, one of queens finest Believe me, honest, you know you can't stop it Come on son, never leave your mic round me True mc for real ask my man shaheed Strictly focused on what im in this rap game for Not for fame and screwing every whore after whore With all that aids stuff going round Tell me how that sound Rather hit the studio and hear some beats that pound Now, dont get me wrong i love honeys galore But see hip-hop's my bread butter Cause that's what i get paid for See this is what i wanted Allah helped me to get it And if the beat is wicked You know malik will rip it From the bottom of my heart Thats where the love starts The love for breakdancing My love for the art And with this love i do hip-hop from the soul A real mc, who never sweats how many copies are sold Yeah i want to go gold, platinum, uh-huh etceteras But why put out some wackness when no one will respect ya Im staying true nuff respect to those that paved the way From bambaata down to shah; that be my dj With out my peeps i dont know how the hell id make it, word Sometimes i feel that my career is headed for the curb One love for the lendin hand and giving all your help Believing in me when i didnt believe in my own self The abstract with whom im always making rugged tunes Kid hood restin in heaven, i hope to see you soon I keep things hot and this year they're even hotter Big mu and shah, one day i'll take my shahada Out |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - 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 - 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 - Hits, Rarities & Remixes (2003)
[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 The Renaissance (2008)
[Chorus]
Oh yeah Well the bell has rung Cause the time is here Oh Yeah We gotta switch it around And put the thing in gear Oh yeah Not much is for sho But this here is true Oh yeah I gotta do it for me But then I'll do it for you Major attraction Trouble distraction Scramble up my name and it still come action Musics our number Dial to sue slumber Open up ya ears to the low tint of thunder Created Queens native Mixes automated Want some fresh shit then we?ll correlate it Busta is ferocious I'm flawed and percosious Carryin' fools out Cause ma willy bodocious Peoples don't blame me Shorty's cant game me Country Cherokee But the city here made me rock like coral distinctive bout my hormals Gotta lil grime And gotta lotta lorals The rhthym stay banging My one two thingin' Is eximplified by the cop left hanging Percussion's our weapons Drums are Smith and Wessn's lyrics pop it off Leaving deep impressions [Chorus] I feel what the beat does People fuck wit me cause When the song end I become what the beat was Same thing is other No need for cookie cutta The bar gets raised Not ya average old gutta For that I hit a chin up B, ya time been up Would of came sooner But I overslept my get up Now lets get in the middle Girl I'll solve ya riddle Cause we can be strong And protect against the brittle Ya groupies need to see me Go and get the CD I aerosol you all top to bottom like graffiti ? Dudes say I'm plotting When you here the music Thus begin the mardi gra'n Bribes ain't the issue That's how I'm gone get you Don't need a bill board hit for me to hit you The clear for ya mic its Who always come the tightest Queens everywhere Demonstrating who the fliest [Chorus] |
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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 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)
"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 The Renaissance (2008)
She's a dancing machine
[Chorus 1] Here we come yo Here we come Here we come yo Here we come Here we come yo Here we come Here we come yo Here we come Here we come yo Here we come Here we come yo Here we come [Verse 1] I'm just a brother man descendant of the motherland I fuck with blackberries and dimes and butter tens Good on my right and shuffle on my other hand Life is a tight rope I'm dyein' the balance in And by the end hopefully I be the balance-man A simple dude who can exude the talents and I am the captain of the hot butter-caravan Spread in a different look to charred and battered lands It's outta function I see girls that can top it off I hold mines while these cowboys pop it off You just a movie-dude claimin' that you pop-soft This shit's like cold grits without the hot sauce This government seems to me like it's off course [Chorus 2] Come on come on Let's move and get down [Like it's off course] Come on come on Let's move (This government) and get down Come on come on Let's move and get down [Ride with me, come on] Come on come on Let's move and get down [Verse 2] Your dubious style may rock for right now But in the long run, you really lost one Jamaica, Queens-man land of the tossed gun It's never easy police nah sees we Go through the checkpoints birds flip to po nine I got a bad bird nicknamed her sunshine I treats her so kind sweet nothings at nighttime Into the right tunes we hit the right rhymes I dig her fashion smash into my memory And in the club shorty stays rear end of me A humble dude and never will pretend to be The type of artist that's desired for the industry Came in this fucker me and I'm a leave me And in the end B you would believe me that I'm a leave me So what's a industry if the listeners will always stand beside me? [Chorus 3] Come on come on Let's move and get down Come on come on Let's move and get down Come on come on Let's move and get down Come on come on Let's move and get down [Chorus 1] |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - Beats Rhymes And Life (2001)
chorus: We be the number one motivators Ghetto mentality and the innovators Some of y'all may really hate us But we won't be soft, all we wanna do is rock Phife: We be the crew that presents it on wicked instrumental Damagin your mental, from here to Sacramento This here groove was made for vintage freestylin Feelin like I'm chillin on a Caribbean island Rugged, raw material is what we bring forth A Tribe Called Quest, we representin up North What's that you're sayin in the back, actin all silly Kickin freestyle raps, rollin up phillies Q-Tip: It's the four man fiasco in charge like Roscoe Now you get the picture like Picasso We make it happen when these niggaz start rappin Who this, captain? Stick out your hand, you gets no dap and.. I got the Razor, got the Phife, I got the Shaheed Now all you shorties move your ass while you puff weed Blessin fans with autographs in my paths While other rappers get gassed, they be defeating the task Consequence: Yo, if I ruled the world It wouldn't be that gassed shit, niggaz will make the light swirl Cuz after you G, ain't nuthin but Girl...Scouts And I'mma show you what it's all about(ah yeah) Is what you say when my love is in your mouth Without a doubt, I cut MCs like the cord Cuz I does more than that MC from The Lords While you be froggin like Bud-wei-ser And rappin is what you slackin in I'm knockin MCs outta action like abstinance Rockin since kiss my dick was kickin ass Peachfuzz, cuz...you might be on drugs chorus: Q-Tip: To all my people across the state who sit back and contemplate Motivate, I motivate To all my people across the land who get their feet stuck in sand Motivate, I motivate y'all Consequence: A yo, I speak with something new but not Granddaddy I.U. Stay tuned, live from the L-B-Q A yo, it's destined St. John, I swing on your block You know how I get down like Heather B. with them glocks I came to lead my team to victory like Hayden Fox Cuz heads ain't ready for the willie I got Ya naw'mean slim, I dug my thing like them grim Leavin crews in state of black and blue like Rakim And if you don't know, you better ask another It's like 192 when we rollin deep cover So don't shut down on the Razor Cuz in the 9-Live we steppin through hotter than the Trail Blazers And in Queens, I be a legend like Richard Dean Son, I gotta team that Hakeem couldn't dream While you be standin sellin, Queens keep it live Who the hell you tellin (Kim from the Tribe) Phife: Let me tell you why I be the top dog in the industry Because all these so-called mutts are not seein me They too busy eatin cycles 1, 2 and 3 They can't MC, I'd rather be down with fuckin Droopy D My style is deadly, word bond, act like you fuckin know Been writin rhymes ever since Ray Parker sang with Radio You're style is played out like a two-tone down goose You couldn't Converse if you had fuckin react juice So hold your corner as I fuckin bless this mic in here I'm eatin through your crew like Stephen King's ankle layers Chop off my feet, word to God, I'm gonna hurt you (Will y'all fall off?) Will Laura fuck Urkel? Never, here comes the funk, smell the aroma Kid, my shit's the bomb, ask my peeps from Oklahoma Q-Tip: To all my people across the state who sit back and contemplate Motivate, I motivate, I motivate y'all To all my people across the land who get stuck in great sand Motivate, I motivate y'all To all my peoples everywhere throw your mitts in the air Motivate, motivate, motivate, motivate Can't do nuthin for your frontin, get involved and do somethin Motivate, motivate, I motivate, I motivate, I moti... |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - Beats Rhymes And Life (2001)
Your new lesson is to realize the mission when you hear it MCin, see I got this in my spirit I got verses like Mahalia singin church hymns So strap up because you skatin on ice that's wild thin A weak foundation doesn't make a good home That's why mine is built on chrome microphones We bout to do it theoretically, insteadibly, to the medley Come on It's the complete Kamal, unique, Fareed, breed That'll keep you broke down like a horse 5 speed So move buddy, a yo we got to get this money In this land of dead and crummy, ain't a damn thing funny A yo, shout out to Mobb Deep, the Extra P Busta Rhymes, De La, the J Beez, so don't sleep We got reality for the carriage Stayin sincere to this, so I know we gonna manage Give me, liberty in mass amounts and Swiss bank accounts With the sustainer, it'll be real So me and my brothas, we can sit down and build Like Rampage with that last boy scout appeal We got that silk, satin, Manhattan intelligence feel That keeps everything on even keels So all you slow brothas talkin yang, ya poo tang Now, we gonna show you how the real crew bang Consequence: A yo, I bring it to you live kid, Queens niggaz love static Your rap's had it, braggin more numbers than mathematics I get brains on progmatic from leavin wet dreams shattered That's the same copy gettin in your mug shot I stays hot like summertime on LBQ and boo boo The love shack is 192, my joint's smooth To watch them niggaz fall like Linque I keeps it brand new like school shoppin It's on and poppin The club peeps this nigga's steez like rayon You get laid off while I'll be gamin ghetto girl like 8-Off The verdict's in, I be the look of blendin Give up your goods cuz it's the start of your endin Q-Tip: (Where ya at?) We seein life for what it is (Where ya at?) We get this money for these kids (Where ya at?) We bout to build the foundation (Where ya at?) Phife: Now, all that glock totin' trash you talk will not prevail It's stale, you'll either be dead or in jail I keeps it realer than the local one mill Denouncin tough guy wannabes that look smoother than silk That's the sound of the man gettin yanked off the stage Tryin to front like he mad paid Suckin so bad, we threw his mama off the train (insane) MCs are just givin it all away (OK) Who said him know about the Quest type sound? Mess around and get your ass knocked down (clown) I dedicate this to the posers that play hard You wanna hear some rhymes, well come bring your bodyguard So he can peep the worldwide Willie that we display Leavin all MCs in complete disarray I beez a veteran MC, crushin crews for years You frontin hard, when you softer than the Berenstain Bears Yeah, chumps be like "Phife, that ain't fair" Fuck outta here, do I look like I care Come off my stage, before I grab ya neck and handle ya Wet ya like punani, then dry you like Canada Shaheed Muhammad's on the Gemini mixer Peace to Derrick Coleman, Mad Max and the Sixers I'm cappin hard cuz I got this rap shit sold )From Linden Boulevard down to Cascade Road You know my steez, I treat hip hop like a sport Holdin down fort up on Martinique Court like... Q-Tip: (Where ya at?) We seein life for what it is (Where ya at?) We get this money for these kids (Where ya at?) We bout to build the foundation (Where ya at?) We gonna start the Zulu Nation (Where ya at?) Come on, come on (Where ya at?) We gonna put it all together (Where ya at?) No matter what the hell the weather (Where ya at?) Uh, uh, mind power (5X) Uh, uh, kickin willie is good, all throughout your whole hood But we gotta start with the spirit first y'all Mind power |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - 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)
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 - Hits, Rarities & Remixes (2003)
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 - 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 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 - Revised Quest For The Seasoned Traveller (2003)
Verse 1: Q-Tip
Brother, brother, brother, Lucien, you're like no other. Listen very close 'cause I don't like to boast. Instead, I'll tell the tale of a French who prevailed Through the Mr. Crazy Rabbits who were always on his tail. ? on sale, your rumour starts to wail. Get caught with stolen goods and you will go to jail. If you go to jail, then who will pay the bail? They'll put you back to France on a ship with a sail. Escargot, Lucien, you eat snails. (Hey yo Tip, what's wrong with snails?) From the Zulu nation, from a town called Paris, Came to America to find liberty. Instead of finding pleasure, all you found was misery, But listen, Lucien, you have a friend in me. Oh, luck luck will drive you butt baddy. Next time you get some wheels, make it a Caddy. In terms of doing good, I know you wish you really could, But listen, brother man, I really think you can. Succeed with the breed of the brothers on your back. It's the creme de la creme, and you can bounce with that. It'll take a minute, ?rice?, so take my advice. Trust in us, and thus you trust in your life. Lucine, Lucien, Lucien, Lucien. You should know! Verse 2: Q-Tip Are you ready, Lu? This one is for you, Comin' from a true-blue, fits like a shoe. ? or "Commenet-allez-vous"? Lucien, I'll leave it up to you. Voulez vous (vous). Endez vous (vous). Coo-coo (coo). Les poo-poo (poo) Watch that lass, gonna backlash fast. Can you get a grip on the crackhead dip? Sold you a paper bag, guess he saw you comin', VCR from a neck-bone bummin', $10 brother, he was hummin' and strummin', Only had 20, he was livin' like ya slummin', Gave him the money, well, I thought that was somethin', Lookin' like a kid who was lost in crumbin'. Don't worry about a thing, I won't get specific. This is a song that is long and prolific. Think of the stuff that I said if you can. Figure it out, compute, understnad. No problemo, I'll help you with your demo If you go to the store for me. Lucien, I'm just kiddin'. You should know! Verse 3: Q-Tip You gotta get a grip on the missions you'll be takin', Not so much the mission, but you got crazy ignition. Sure, the sugar-babies wanna give you a chance With the French "savoir faire" and the sexy dance, But is she really fly, or is she a guy? I won't ask why, 'cause I know that you try. You try too hard, is that the answer to the riddle? Instead of doin' so much, why don't you do just a little? Boy, what a cad, I guess we shouldn't treat him bad. In fact, it would be nice if we understood him like A case of positionin' the feet in the shoes, Sympathetic reason in the case of the blues. Lucien is blue, even though he's really brown. I had to make the sound, his life is too profound. On the up-and-up, he's somethin' like a little pup, Young and naive, it's hard to believe. As long as you're strong, you can quest with the questers, Jolly like a jumping bean or a jester. Lucien, Lucien, Lucien, Lucien. You should know! |
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from The Renaissance (2008)
Life's filled with gray
But now it cars come in Leaves fall away Hip hop is playing again And it's bangin too Go on bang it for you Don't stop this feeling I feel I just wanna lay around all day And feel the breeze whatever that means I'm so into your rich history Tell me a story to take me away Come and take me ooooooh Come and take me with you Life is better Now that now that I found you Life is better Now that now that I found you Life is better Now that now that I found you Life is better Now that now that I found you Life is better Now that now that I found you Life is better Now that now that I found you Life is better Now that now that I found you Life is better Now that now that I found you one step at a time a man walked on the moon One record got played Kool Herc said boom One minute young man your time come soon We waitin it was prophsised you loon We bang our drums enter message through sound We wrasslers and we takin over your town Hands sweatin it's critiquing all this vibe I'm gettin Playlist setting Cold Crush Furious Five and the Masterdon Cosmic Force Bammbaataa Jazzy 5 Lovebug Starski Junebug Busy Bee Run D Jay LL Kane Biz Markie Doug E Will Barry B Spoonie Schooly D Rakim BDP Dana Dane Ricky D Leaders of the New School Snoop Dogg Monie Love BIG and Pac are up above Eazy E and Bone Thugz Fat and Skinny Boys Cash Money and the rapper Nas Large Professor Lauryn Wyclef and Pras Brand Nubian Diamond D Ludacris and Jay R I P Pimp C Common Lil Wayne and 'Ye Primo OutKast where my nigga Dilla at S V uh u where my nigga Dilla at And when you look into my eyes it makes all these feelings rise Makes my space a better place can't you see it in my face Life is better Now that now that I found you Life is better Now that now that I found you Life is better Now that now that I found you Life is better Now that now that I found you Life is better Now that now that I found you Life is better Now that now that I found you Life is better Now that now that I found you Life is better Now that now that I found you Life is better Now that now that I found you Life is better Now that now that I found you Life is better Now that now that I found you Life is better since I found you Life is better since I found you Life is better since I found you Life is better since I found you Life is better since I found you |
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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 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 - Beats Rhymes And Life (2001)
Whatever happened to - twin sets
Whatever happened to - hi-fi Whatever happened to - TV sex Whatever happened to - you and I Your passion is a product (Of) highlight and detail That come hither look Bonus offer retail Whatever happened to - pick-up trucks Whatever happened to - yellow pages Whatever happened to - burning books Whatever happened to - new ages Your emotions are cheap Cut price cash and carry Your heart on your sleeve For any Tom, Dick or Harry Your love is a cashed-in cheque Oh oh that's the way of all flesh Whatever happened to - Chairman Mao Whatever happened to - God above Whatever happened to - the cow Whatever happened to - plug-in love Your pasteurised life so fit for consumption Ooooo those undressing eyes so strictly commercial Your love is a cashed-in cheque Oh oh that's the way of all flesh All flesh All flesh |
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from A Tribe Called Quest - 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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Trackback from :: Der Steppenwolf :: 2009-02-26 17:01:29
Subject : Q-Tip - The Ranissance (2008) // ★★★★
