Q-Tip

[Intro:]
Here we go, here we go, here we go, here we go
Here we go, here we go, here we go, here we go
Here we go, here we go, here we go, here we go
Here we go, here we go, here we go, here we go

[Verse 1:]
Here we go
Them other rap dudes ain't near me though
This that shit for your stereo
Hit Louis Vuitton, yeah we go
Back atcha, spectacular
Flip shit round here, no spatula
The way they bite my shit like Dracula
And if the shortie fine, then I get back to her
And I love this game like Mario
But my flow is just like cardio
Intensive, offensive
And they ask why your belt expensive
They can't see me even if they had lenses
Top lonely, give a fuck about friendses
Cause I'm a lonely stoner, pop Corona
College dropout, no diploma

[Chorus:]
Here we go
If you feel the heat in the kitchen
Or just washing dishes
Or dancin' for tuition
With the big dreams and wishes
Don't stop to listen
Just keep tryin' to get it
Cause you gon' get there
Put your hands in the air and say
Here we go
Here we go-oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh
Here we go-oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh
Here we go, we go, we go-uh-oh-oh
Here we go-oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh

[Verse 2:]
And I think I have the last laugh
And I pass class
Told them I was done with it
Opposite Of Adults, let's have fun with it
I'm a genius, and so is Xaphoon
Stay up, nocturnal shit, raccoon
Rap soon, holla at you later
They say we bout to blow up, Al-Qaeda
And this trap was just a favor
That turned into a classic, hater
I run rap like a master dater
You take forever to make a procrastinator
Blind niggas can't see shit
And he a story of Victoria Secret
That's only if she keep it
Never mistake kind-ness for weakness

[Chorus:]
Here we go
If you feel the heat in the kitchen
Or just washing dishes
Or dancin' for tuition
With the big dreams and wishes
Don't stop to listen
Just keep tryin' to get it
Cause you gon' get there
Put your hands in the air and say
Here we go
Here we go-oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh
Here we go-oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh
Here we go, we go, we go-uh-oh-oh
Here we go-oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh

[Bridge:]
A hater tried to stop me on my way, today
I got to get my ooh get out the way, my way, my way

[Outro:]
Here we go
Here we go-oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh
Here we go-oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh
Here we go, we go, we go-uh-oh-oh
Here we go-oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh

Here we go-oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh
Here we go-oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh
Here we go, we go, we go-uh-oh-oh
Here we go-oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh

Here we go-oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh
Here we go-oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh
Here we go, we go, we go-uh-oh-oh
Here we go-oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh

She only likes it when it's hot. She doesn't like the cold.
She said I got a bright idea, "Let's go to Mexico."
$500 in the bank, things are looking bad.
Imagine if we gotta eat, things are looking sad.

[Chorus]
Barely in love
Barely in love

She looked into the sun and said,
"What's on your mind?"
Whee, ha, lookatiaa, lookatiaa,
Sun shining all the time (sun shining all the time)
She picked up the fan and let the trailer go
She only likes it when it's hot.
Doesn't like it when it's cold

When you really think about it, love is truly powerful
The undeniable, of course, that makes it magnetic
And you can't explain it, you do what you do
Can't nobody play the fool like (something something something?)

[Chorus]

She work at Mickey D's from 9 to 5, Walmart 6 to 10
Saving up enough for school, her little girl is doing well
Daddy is a walking bum, smoking weed, drinking rum
Couldn't leave her if I tried, I see her light is on inside

Let's build

She's in the back room, greasing up, Friday night is heating up
Young cats tricking up, dancing so they give it up
The best girl working there and you know for what it's worth
She's working towards a better life, regardless if she's working nights

Let's build

And the people go
Bom-bom-de-bom-de-bom-bom
Bom-bom-de-bom-de-bom-bom
Bom-bom-de-bom-de-bom-bom
Bom-bom-de-bom-de-bom-bom
And even if she is
I dig her so

De-bom-bom-de-bom-de-bom-bom
De-bom-bom-de-bom-de-bom-bom
De-bom-bom-de-bom-de-bom-bom
De-bom-bom-de-bom-de-bom-bom
And even if she is
I dig her so

She work at MickeyD's from 9 to 5, Walmart 6 to 10
Saving up enough for school, her little girl is doing well
Daddy is a walking bum, smoking weed and drinking rum
Couldn't leave her if I tried, I see her light is on inside

Let's build

She's in the back room, greasing up, Friday night is heating up
Young cats tricking up, dancing so they give it up
The best girl working there and you know for what it's worth
She's working towards a better life, regardless if she's working nights

I'm just an arty music gigolo, life goes on with out me though
If you have some pay for me, I will come and play for thee
As long as I know she's there, I don't even really care
Cause even though our lives ain't right, I still see that better life

Let's build

Bom-bom-de-bom-de-bom-bom
Bom-bom-de-bom-de-bom-bom
Bom-bom-de-bom-de-bom-bom
Bom-bom-de-bom-de-bom-bom
And even if she is so
I dig her so

De-bom-bom-de-bom-de-bom-bom
De-bom-bom-de-bom-de-bom-bom
De-bom-bom-de-bom-de-bom-bom
De-bom-bom-de-bom-de-bom-bom
And even if she is so

De-bom-bom-de-bom-de-bom-bom
De-bom-bom-de-bom-de-bom-bom
De-bom-bom-de-bom-de-bom-bom
De-bom-bom-de-bom-de-bom-bom
And even if she is so

Had this good feelin' when I woke up today
Like everything was cool so I went on my way

I guess I walk with a bop so then this profilin' cop
Said wait a minute there yo don't tell me to stop

So this profilin' cop with his profilin' hands
Figured the best that he could do was find a cat to harass

That little kitten was me, not that one in a tree
A black one with the promises that wished to be free

I mean damn policeman can't you leave me alone
I'm a prince plus a poorper with this business i'm on

See this rackin' I'm in, needs somebody like me
All of us is concentratin' on the things that we see

How much we make, so you see it ain't great
We're not makin' this slate, cos it's juts in our fate

I refuse to get blue so just hand me that thing
Yo what's happenin' today?

Yo we Gotta bring back that feelin'

What happened to that feelin?

I believe thus love, thus love
I believe thus love
I believe thus love, thus love
I believe thus love
I believe love

Fool, uh of the things we believe there's a whole lot of work
We should roll up our sleeves and we got a whole fun
When faces I can see that
Why doubt your plans 'cause it's all worth believing

We can make it worth do believe
That evenness trust in the dust and believe
That we can achieve that by tuning out negative feedback
Next he is, can he be concentrate to bring believe back

Into ourselves, into the world, into the rap gang
He's a miserable that means, that means emotion even likes me man
Man look we holding out for the truth
But we alone and aloof, we gon' hold for the proof

Man put it in believing, believe in believing
Seeing ain't believing, it's the feeling that we needing
Believe in each other, put the question to the system
They promising returns then question what you gettin'

We should believe in the reasons we existing
Time for renaissance to reawaken what is with it
Belief can confirm, make it is but it isn't
Sometimes I wish I had belief when I didn't

I believe thus love
I believe thus love

In the land of make belief, time to make unbelievable believable
Take a believe to the realm of the real
Believe in this shit, this force fed to the medium
Believe in this real when it's really a raw deal

Never disbelieve when you see a new miracle
Like ghetto children shining bright in Babylon
Believe in that, don't believe in stats to the contrary
Gotta be wary of them their carry on

People find belief when they don't find identity
Believe in your friends, don't believe in your enemy's
Mountains of doubt and disbelief right in front of you
Troops on the other side, what you gon' do?

Ooh, ooh, believe
Ooh, thus love, thus love
Ooh, ooh, believe
Ooh, thus love, thus love
I believe, I believe, I believe

The people at the label say they want something to repeat
But all my people really want something for the streets
So keep hooking
Hey ya'll what's goin on?
So keep hooking
It's time yo word is bond
So keep hooking
Let's do what we must do
So keep hooking
Ah ah ah let's hear for
Keep keep
Who can make it up, dark ages here in rap
And the constant conversation has been let's bring it back
Corny rap style niggas they lack the pedigree
Deep waters they be in when they are just the manatee
Who me I am unaffected the Whale, the Hammerhead
The Magnanimous decision, unanimous, I am fed
What chu looking at, wait, I can help you with that
The Formidable, unforgettable painting Abstract
On the wall amongst them all from Tucson Michelle
A commodity, hot property, hears the morning bell
Guantanamo bayin niggas deferring routs
You soliloquies are trash inferring that you got clout
Homie, what's that about? You should revisit your scheme
Before the scheme it seems real it reverts back to a dream
Into that pea head of yours
You ain't commanding no tours
You seeing fee per deim
We seeing that in the doors
Plus a little bit more because she choosing the prettiest
Thou while it's wittiest
On the low we the grittiest
Taking the task, these barbaric insurgents
Who nursery rhyme niggas and play like they are crime figures
Man, what could give you such a naive belief?
There's examples all around of careers being brief
The Luke Cage of the loose leaf page
Run and hide, comin out in the yard
Bonafied to be hard

So keep hooking
Keep hooking
Keep hooking
Keep hooking
Keep keep
So Keep hooking
Keep hooking
Keep hooking
Keep hooking
Keep keep
As if we reading pressures higher
We should all be that inspired
Too just lift it and take it higher
Peep the name that's on the flyer
The Midnight Marauder, low end theoretical
Ring tone rappers rockin shades are forgettable
Phantom of the rap world boo
Yo you puss in boots
Energy's electric who's looking for a love recruit
High definition for the fortunate you to view
Challenges with riches we will put you on strict review
Time to turn the tide around
Comin with the tribal sound
Brandishing these microphones, we outlaws in the town
Corruption in the fool pit, we witness the jam
Acquisition of materials the evil of man
Trickles down to MC's
We combat the disease
With the good and hardy measurement
A real rap sediment
Degenerate genes and your bodies the host
You need to open up wide while we give you the douse

Gather round
Gather round
Gather round
It's the hottest thing
Gather round
Gather round
Gather round
It's the hottest thing

Sent you a message, sent you an email
Hasty decisions we may still prevail
Both needed breaks, we both needed to bail
Walking thru the corridors of my mind
The hideaways, the nooks, there filled with good times
Memories certainly yes they still bind
Still a common man and yeah that's for sure
Still a bankroll and yeah still couture
The madness, the thing we had was much more
Come back home, don't be out in the world
It's a rat race and place for a girl
And most scavengers have found the pretty pearl
It's for the faint of heart who never get enough
Gotta get tough, buckle em up, we call em duds
And we, and we and we ahhh

We gotta gettin up
We gotta gettin up
Today is nice come on we gettin up
Said we gettin up
Said we gettin up
Tonite is right come on we gettin up
Said we gettin up
Said we gettin up

Come over here baby, don't look so grumpy
This kind of lifestyle could be so comfy
We can start a clan just like the Kennedy's
You and I advance, certainly we can expand
Feelings that should never end
And you respect me like a friend
But love me like your man
No other could contend
Or we could be like Doves exposed 2 history
Like staying with each other with truth and chivalry
The things we go thru they shape our identity
Yes pretty let's do this all nite
Consummate this thing and make it alright
And when we cuddle up and promise that it's right

We gotta gettin up
We gotta gettin up
Today is nice come on we gettin up
Said we gettin up
Said we gettin up
Tonite is right come on we gettin up
Said we gettin up
Said we gettin up

I like to watch everybody gravitate towards you
Your magnetic presences make them come thru
The same way you got them you got me too
Now look at our lives so colorful
A wonderful spectrum, not 1 tone dull
Full of excitement and not 1 lull
See we had an understanding, oh yes we did
I'm bringing it back, I'm puttin in my bid
Have a couple of kids, have a couple of cribs
We like Ruby Dee and Ossie, Martin and Corretta
Doin it to death, no one can do it better
When we leave our physical our sprits still together
Come on now, here's a placement for your hand
You rockin with the #1 MC man
The #1 controller of right with the plan

We gotta gettin up
We gotta gettin up
Today is nice come on we gettin up
Said we gettin up
Said we gettin up
Tonite is right come on we gettin up
Said we gettin up
Said we gettin up

Sent you a message, sent you an email
Hasty decisions we may still prevail
Both needed breaks, we both needed to bail
Walking thru the corridors of my mind
The hideaways, the nooks, there filled with good times
Memories certainly yes they still bind
Still a common man and yeah that's for sure
Still a bankroll and yeah still can tour
The madness, the thing we had was much more
Come back home, don't be out in the world
It's a rat race and always for a girl
And most scavengers have found the pretty pearl
It's for the faint of heart who never get enough
Gotta get tough, buckle em up, we call em duds
And we, and we and we ahhh

We gotta gettin up
We gotta gettin up
Today is nice come on we gettin up
Said we gettin up
Said we gettin up
Tonite is right come on we gettin up
Said we gettin up
Said we gettin up

Come over here baby, don't look so grumpy
This kind of lifestyle could be so comfy
We can start a clan just like the Kennedy's
You and I advance, certainly we can expand
Feelings that should never end
And you respect me like a friend
But love me like your man
No other could contend
Or we could be like Doves exposed 2 history

Like staying with each other with truth and chivalry
The things we go thru they shape our identity
Yes pretty let's do this all nite
Consummate this thing and make it alright
And when we cuddle up and promise that it's right

We gotta gettin up
We gotta gettin up
Today is nice come on we gettin up
Said we gettin up
Said we gettin up
Tonite is right come on we gettin up
Said we gettin up
Said we gettin up

I like to watch everybody gravitate towards you
Your magnetic presences make them come thru
The same way you got them you got me too
Now look at our lives so colorful
A wonderful spectrum, not 1 tone dull
Full of excitement and not 1 lull
See we had an understanding, oh yes we did
I'm bringing it back, I'm puttin in my bid
Have a couple of kids, have a couple of cribs
We like Louie D and [? ] like martin and corretta
Doin it to death, no one can do it better
When we leave our physical our sprits still together
Come on now, here's a placement for your hand
You rockin with the #1 MC man
The #1 controller of right with the plan

We gotta gettin up
We gotta gettin up
Today is nice come on we gettin up
Said we gettin up
Said we gettin up
Tonite is right come on we gettin up
Said we gettin up
Said we gettin up

Sometimes I phase out
When I look at the screen
When I think about my chance for me
To intervene

And it's up to me to bring back the hope
Feeling in the music that you could quote

Not saying that I hate it 'cause here
I kinda dig it
But what good is a ear
If a Q-Tip isn't in it

So to stick it in
To inform your friend
Your boy from the hood
Is on that shit again

He has upped the degrees
And dropped the mercury
To splash on the mass
And look to upper class
And win the records spins
That Sometimes goes a win
A fickleness of friends
They sometimes hate again

They always bring up tribe on me
Could not suprive on me
'Cause this is my man's on me
'Cause this is my fams

And here's somethin' new
It's from row for you
So don't miss
'Cause you was tribe on the true
My due sue hassle heart
Don't stop
Your repertoire
As long as you could see
It's you who's staying we

'Cause life is filled with mer?
Pills and little pearls and shit
I'm fucking up
A man
I'm tripp'n up

But still
There is a boy
Them people get annoyed
Who's focus is on the feel
Before we get a deal

Cum on!

Think it if life can be a thing
That wilderness is wild to me
But a trip all the road
I see we're just the same
Think that we're not
Where we should be

Movin' on we came to
Prefect on the street
Let's take it a pause
And ensure we eat
And open an end
To criticize the boys
They're out in between
They loose all their boys
They can't keep it down
With Dominic and Brown

And Doe's of other shades
They joy up a way
But wait this frame to add
Like brai' and cap a Pad
And magazine debris
A shit
She gotta see it

I'm no different to you
I goes through it too
I dumps through the pages
I don't come a age

I'm not a D A T
I'm far from Percy
I roll the tumble weed
It's just a humble scene
That I present to you
Is just a Mister Crue
Who burrs a harmony
And sum a melody
Just speaks to where we are
And don't a hopes a jar
A soon we're walking in
A blim to just to say
A cum on!

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

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]

[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]

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)

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

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

[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]

Sent you a message, sent you an email
Hasty decisions we may still prevail
Both needed breaks, we both needed to bail
Walking thru the corridors of my mind
The hideaways, the nooks, there filled with good times
Memories certainly yes they still bind
Still a common man and yeah that's for sure
Still a bankroll and yeah still couture
The madness, the thing we had was much more
Come back home, don't be out in the world
It's a rat race and place for a girl
And most scavengers have found the pretty pearl
It's for the faint of heart who never get enough
Gotta get tough, buckle em up, we call em duds
And we, and we and we ahhh

We gotta gettin up
We gotta gettin up
Today is nice come on we gettin up
Said we gettin up
Said we gettin up
Tonite is right come on we gettin up
Said we gettin up
Said we gettin up

Come over here baby, don't look so grumpy
This kind of lifestyle could be so comfy
We can start a clan just like the Kennedy's
You and I advance, certainly we can expand
Feelings that should never end
And you respect me like a friend
But love me like your man
No other could contend
Or we could be like Doves exposed 2 history
Like staying with each other with truth and chivalry
The things we go thru they shape our identity
Yes pretty let's do this all nite
Consummate this thing and make it alright
And when we cuddle up and promise that it's right

We gotta gettin up
We gotta gettin up
Today is nice come on we gettin up
Said we gettin up
Said we gettin up
Tonite is right come on we gettin up
Said we gettin up
Said we gettin up

I like to watch everybody gravitate towards you
Your magnetic presences make them come thru
The same way you got them you got me too
Now look at our lives so colorful
A wonderful spectrum, not 1 tone dull
Full of excitement and not 1 lull
See we had an understanding, oh yes we did
I'm bringing it back, I'm puttin in my bid
Have a couple of kids, have a couple of cribs
We like Ruby Dee and Ossie, Martin and Corretta
Doin it to death, no one can do it better
When we leave our physical our sprits still together
Come on now, here's a placement for your hand
You rockin with the #1 MC man
The #1 controller of right with the plan

We gotta gettin up
We gotta gettin up
Today is nice come on we gettin up
Said we gettin up
Said we gettin up
Tonite is right come on we gettin up
Said we gettin up
Said we gettin up

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

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

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

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

chorus Dove from De La Soul:
We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man
Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand
New York, NJ, N.C., VA
We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man
Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand
Oaktown, L.A., San Fran, St. John

Q-Tip:
People give your ears so I be sublime
It's enjoyable to know you and the concubine
Niggaz, take off your coats ladies, act liike gems
Sit down, Indian style, as we recite these hymns
See, lyrically I'm Mario Andretti on the mo-mo
Luticrous, we speedy, or infectious with the slow-mo
Heard me in the eighties, J Beez on the promo
On my never endin quest to get the paper on the caper
But now, let me take it to the Queens side
I'm takin it to Brooklyn side
All the residential Questers to invade the way
Hold up a second son, cuz we almost there
You can be a black man and lose all your soul
You can be white and blue but don't crap the roll
See my shit is universal, if you got knowledge and dolo
Of delf for self, see there's no one else
Who can drop it on the angle, acute at that
So, do that, do that, do do that that that(come on)
Do that, do that, do do that that that(OK)
Do that, do that, do do that that that
I'm buggin out, so let me get back cuz I'm wettin niggaz
So run and tell the others cuz we are the brothas
I learned how to build mics in my workshop class
So give me this award, and let's not make it the last

chorus:
We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man
Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand
Chinatown, Spokane, London, Tokyo
We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man
Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand
Houston, Delaware, DC, Dallas

Phife:
Back in '89, I simply slid into place
Buddy, buddy, buddy all up in your face
A lot of kids was bustin rhymes but they had no taste
Some said Quest was wack, but now is that the case
I have a quest to have the mic in my hand
Without that, it's like Kryptonite and Superman
So Shaheed come in with the sugar cuts
Phife Dawg's my name, but on stage, call me Dynomutt
When was the last time you heard the Phifer sloppy
Lyrics anonymous, you'll never hear me copy
Top notch baby, never comin less
Sky's the limit, you gots to believe up in Quest
Sit back , relax, get up out the path
If not that, here's the dancefloor, come move that ass
Non-believers, you can the steps
I roll with Shaheed and the brotha Abstract
Niggaz know the time when the Quest is in the jam
I never let a statue tell me how nice I am
Comin with more hits than the Braves and the Yankees
Livin mad phat like an over sized Bam-bi
The wackest crews try to dis, it makes me laugh
When my track record's longer than a DC-20 aircraft
So, next time that you think you want somethin here
Make somethin deffer, take that garbage to St. Elsewhere

chorus:
We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man
Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand
S.C., Maryland, New Orleans, Motown
We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man
Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand
Chinatown, Spokane, London, Tokyo
We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man
Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand
Houston, Delaware, DC, Dallas
We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man
Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand
New York, NJ, N.C., VA

Yo, microphone check one two what is this
The five foot assassin with the ruffneck business
I float like gravity, never had a cavity
Got more rhymes than the Winans got family
No need to sweat Arsenio to gain some type of fame
No shame in my game cause I'll always be the same
Styles upon styles upon styles is what I have
You wanna diss the Phifer but you still don't know the half
I sport New Balance sneakers to avoid a narrow path
Messin round with this you catch ?the sizin of em?
I never half step cause I'm not a half stepper
Drink a lot of soda so they call me Dr. Pepper
Refuse to com-pete with BS competition
Your name ain't Special Ed so won't you Seckle With the Mission
I never walk the streets, think it's all about me
Even though deep in my heart, it really could be
I just try my best to like go all out
Some might even say yo shorty black you're buggin' out


[Q-Tip]
Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh, uh!
Zulu Nation, brothers that's creation
Minds get flooded, ejaculation
right on the two inch tape
The Abstract poet incognito, runsss the cape
Not the best not the worst and occasionally I curse to get my
point across, so bust, the floss
As I go in betweeen, the grit and the dirt
Listen to the mission listen Miss as I do work, umm
as I crack the, monotone
Children of the jazz so, get your own
Smokin R

[Q-Tip]
Can I kick it? (Yes, you can!) *7X*
Well, I'm gone (Go on then!)

Can I kick it?
To all the people who can Quest like A Tribe does
Before this, did you really know what live was?
Comprehend to the track, for it's why cuz
Gettin measures on the tip of the vibers
Rock and roll to the beat of the funk fuzz
Wipe your feet really good on the rhythm rug
If you feel the urge to freak, do the jitterbug
Come and spread your arms if you really need a hug
Afrocentric living is a big shrug
A life filled with *HORN* that's what I love
A lower plateau is what we're above
If you diss us, we won't even think of
Will Nipper the doggy give a big shove?
This rhythm really fits like a snug glove
Like a box of positives is a plus, love
As the Tribe flies high like a dove

[Phife Dawg]
Can I kick it? (Yes, you can!) *7X*
Well, I'm gone (Go on then!)

Can I kick it?
To my Tribe that flows in layers
Right now, Phife is a poem sayer
At times, I'm a studio conveyor
Mr. Dinkins, would you please be my mayor?
You'll be doing us a really big favor
Boy this track really has a lot of flavor
When it comes to rhythms, Quest is your savior
Follow us for the funky behavior
Make a note on the rhythm we gave ya
Feel free, drop your pants, check your ha-ir
Do you like the garments that we wear?
I instruct you to be the obeyer
A rhythm recipe that you'll savor
Doesn't matter if you're minor or major
Yes, the Tribe of the game, rhythm player
As you inhale like a breath of fresh air

Phife:
Brothas know the flavs when the Quest gets loose
Slammin sucka fuckas like the wrestler Zeus
Crazier than Tupac in that flick called Juice
Cock is longer than the hat worn by Dr. Seuss
Love a girl in Daisy Dukes like them kids called Deuce
Gets paid to sex the hoochie like my main man Luke
Control the mic like Denzel on the girls
Wack MCs be on the nuts like Rocket J. Squirrel
The worst thing in the world is a sucka MC
Favorite rap group in the world is EPMD
Can't forget the De La, the two originality
And if I ever went solo, my favorite MC would be me
Phife Dawg up in the house, I give a shout out to Snoopy
Peace to all the Questers, to hell with the groupies
Like um, Ralph up to Potsie, Brooklyn to Dodger
Laverne to Shirley, Rerun to Roger
Ren to the Stimpy, Laurel to Hardy
Q-Tip and Phifer, they mashed up the party
Kick the rhymes and more rhymes
Kick the beats and more beats
We'll have you scratchin in your head, like trying all techniques
For those who wanna oppose, just take a stand
But for now, just shut your shit and clap your hands

chorus:

Q-Tip:
You just wanna dance man, then clap your hands
If you venture up the wrong road, then the circumstance...
Will be crucial, I got hundreds of rhymes that'll suit you
So listen
The Abstract intuition is very very worthy
I can feel ya out from Russia to Jersey
Can't understand, the underground, it gets deep
The low, the Nikes, the links, the jeeps
The women, the lingo and all the other goods
Peace to the hoods, that keep my shit on play
Please don't do the mute when you hear me on the juke
Brothas know my angle, it's the Star-Spangled black banner
Hook up the beats at the funk manner
If want a roll, then dough I be rakin
The scope is on the world, cuz it's mine for the takin
You know I'm gonna do it
My shit is rock solid, but it flows like fluid
Chemists get confused of my ill composition
This is the third of the new Tribe addition
MCs be swingin, but alot of them be missin
So shut your bloodclot and listen
Cuz I'm bringin you the ill rendition
I'd like to send this out to the L.E.S.
Gotta alot of rhythm and style and finesse
Come here love, hot sex on a plat
And when your done with that then clap

Chorus(until end)

Relax yourself girl, please set-tle down (4X)

Verse One: Q-Tip, Phife Dawg

Honey, check it out, you got me mesmerized
With your black hair and fat-ass thighs
Street poetry is my everyday
But yo, I gotta stop when you trot my way
If I was workin at the club you would not pay
Aiyyo, my man Phife, dig it, he got somthin to say

I like em brown, yellow, Puero Rican or Hatian
Name is Phife Dawg from the Zulu Nation
Told you in the jam that We Can Get Down
Now let's Knock the Boots like the group H-Town
You got BBD all on your bedroom wall
But I'm Above the Rim and this is how I ball
A pretty little somethin on the New York street
This is how I represent over this here beat
Talkin bout you

Yo, I took you out
But sex was on my mind for the whole damn route
My mind was in a frenzy and a horny state
But I couldn't drop dimes cause *you couldn? relate*

Chorus

Verse Two: Q-Tip, Phife Dawg

Stretch out your legs, let me make you bawl
Drive you insane, drive you up the wall
Starin at your dome-piece, very strong
Stronger than cries, stronger than Teflon
Take you on the ave and you buy me links
Now I wanna pound the putang until it stinks
You can be my mama and I'll be your boy

Original rude boy, never am I coy
You can be a shorty in my ill convoy
Not to come across as a thug or a hood
But hon, you got the goods, like Madeline Woods
By the way, my name's Malik
The Five-Foot Freak
Let's say we get together by the end of the week
She simply said, "No," labelled me a hoe
I said, "How you figure?" "My friends told me so."
I hate when silly groupies wanna run they yap
Word to God, hon, I don't get down like that

I'll have you weak in the knees that you could hardly speak
Or we could do like Uncle L and swing an ep in my jeep
Keep it in the down, yo, we keep it discrete
See, I'm not the type to kid to have my biz in the streets

If my mom don? approve, then I'll just elope
Let me sink the little man from inside the boat
Let me hit it from the back, girl I won't catch a hernia
Bust off on your couch, now you got semen's furniture

Shaheed, Phife and the Extra P
Stacy, ? DJ and my man L.G.
They know the Abstract is really soul on ice
The character is of men, never ever of mice
Shorty let me tell you about my only vice
It has to do with lots of lovin and *it ain't nuthin nice*

Chorus

My mother went away for a month-long trip
Her and some friends on an ocean-liner ship
She made a big mistake by leaving me home
I had to roam so I picked up the phone
Dialed Ali up to see what was going down
Told him I pick him up so we could drive around
Took the Dodge Dart, a '74
My mother left a yard but I needed one more
Shaheed had me covered with a hundred greenbacks
So we left Brooklyn and we made big tracks
drove down the Belt, got on the Conduit
Came to a toll, we paid and went through it
Had no destination, we was on a quest
Ali laid in the back so he could get rest
Drove down the road for two-days-and-a-half
The sun had just risen on a dusty path
Just then a figure had caught my eye
A man with a sombrero who was four feet high
I pulled over to ask were we was at
His index finger he tipped up his hat
"El Segundo," he said, "my name is Pedro
If you need directions, I'll tell you pronto"
Needed civilization, some sort of reservation
He said a mile south, there's a fast food station
Thanks, senor, as I start up the motor
Ali said, "Damn, Tip, why you drive so far for?"

(Well describe to me what the wallet looks like)

Anyway a gas station we passed
We got gas and went on to get grub
It was a nice little pub in the middle of nowhere
Anywhere would have been better
I ordered enchiladas and I ate 'em
Ali had the fruit punch
When we finished we thought for ways to get back
I had a hunch
Ali said, "Pay for lunch"
So I did it
Pulled out the wallet and I saw this wicked beautiful lady
She was a waitress there
Put the wallet down and stared and stared
To put me back into reality, here's Shaheed:
"Yo, Tip, man, you got what you need?"
I checked for keys and started to step
What do you know, my wallet I forget

Yo, it was a brown wallet, it had props numbers
Had my jimmy hats I got to get it man

Lord, have mercy
The heat got hotter, Ali stars to curse me
I fell bad but he makes me feel badder
Chit-chit-chatter, car stars to scatter
Breaking on out, we was Northeast bound
Jettin' on down at the seepd of sound
Three days coming and three more going
We get back and there was no slack
490 Madison, we're here, Sha
He said, "All right, Tip, see you tomorrow"
Thinking about the past week, the last week
Hands go in my pocket, I can't speak
Hopped in the car and torpe'ed to the shack
Of Shaheed, "We gotta go back" when he said
"Why?" I said, "We gotta go
'Cause I left my wallet in El Segundo"

Yeah, I left my wallet in El Segundo
Left my wallet in El Segundo
Left my wallet in El Segundo
I gotta get, I got-got ta get it

Rough, rough, rugged
Tough like a nugget
Listen to the Abstract Poetic, don't snub it
The Midnight Marauder is the hype beat arranger
Don't front on the lyrics or the two cuz it's danger
Hook you like a junkie, you'll flip like a monkey
To the openness of the rhythm, so proceed because I'm funky
I get down, down like a fly hooker's panties
Make you catch a spirit and motivate a fanny
I be the fly poet, rappers, they get jelly
Upset when I rock, cuz yo, they beats is smelly
See, I got it goin on like a Forbes tax return
Listenin to these lyrics when it's hot will make it burn
Baby burn, baby burn, up into the heavens
The skies up above, the one you think of
Is the highly regarded, hell of the people
Your mic and my mic? Come on, yo, no equal
So if ya wanna do it to yourself
That is to mess around with the jazz, then just blame yourself
Cuz you made your bed, so now you lay in it
That's your (shit) on the floor, then go and play in it
I refuse to catch a 'L' in a battle
Cuz yo, I got the jazz and I'll whup a rapper's (ass)
Into little next to nuthin
Test me if I'm frontin
I'm passin flyin colors cuz yo...

Chorus (Q-Tip):
Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz) (7X)
We've got the jazz
Come on
Come on, Phife

Phife:
No need for introductions cuz you know who I be (the Phife Dawg)
Yep, the one who loves to slaugher MCs
I got style, grace and razamatazz
I'm like my girl Patrice Rushen, yo
I add pizazz, now
Most people remember Phife from the Phife like smoothness
But now it's time to hit you with roughneck rudeness
I'm st

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

[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))

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

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

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

Verse One: Phife Dawg

1988 Senior Year, Garvey High
Where all the guys were corny but the girls were mad fly
Loungin with the Tipster, Coolin with Sha
Scopin out the honeys - they know who they are
I was the b-ball playin fly rhyme sayin
Fly girl gettin but never was I sweatin
Cause when it came to honeys I would go on a stroll
Until I met my match - her name was Flo
Yeah - I messed around with the one called Flo
All the troopers round the way used to call her a ho
But deep down in my heart I knew that Flo was good to go
Cause I thought it was me - like Bell Biv Devoe
But little did I know that she was playin' with my mind
The only thing I learned is, good girls are hard to find
I feel like Heavy D I need somebody for me
Not someone who's mind is blank and tryin' to juice me for my bank
Swingin' with my main man Lucky behind my back
What type of crap is that - yo, hows about a smack?
Word life, I can't front - thought I was all that
But now it seems, I met my match
Was a stone cold lover, you couldn't tell me jack
Settlin' down with one girl, wasn't tryin' to hear that
I had Tonya, Tamika, Sharon, Karen
Tina, Stacy, Julie, Tracy
Used ta love 'em, leave 'em, skeeze 'em, tease 'em
Find 'em, lose 'em - also abuse 'em
My whole attitude was new day, next hon
And believe it or not, they all got done
Well here comes Flo, with the crazy whip appeal
And I'm all true man, like Alexander O'Neal
Is this really love, then again, how would I know
After all this time tryin' to be a superhoe
She finally played me, but yo, I'd find another
Cause I got the crazy game and yo, I'm smooth like butter

Chorus: Q-Tip

Butter, like butter baby . . . [repeat 2X]
Not no Parkay, not no margarine,
Strickly butter baby, strictly butter

Verse Two: Phife Dawg

I remember when,
Girls were goodie two shoes, but now they turned to freaks
Allofasudden "We love you Phife" - ease of ho, my name's Malik
Phife this, Phife that, where you goin', where you at
These girls don't know me from jack, yet I feel like the Mack
You didn't want me then, so hon, don't want me now
Here, Here - take the towel, wipe off your brow
And take the Ccontact out your eye, you're far from lookin' fly
You get an E for effort, and T for nice try
Now tell me what's the reason, for dyin' your hair
Slum village gold still danglin in your ear
You barely have a neck but still sportin' a rope
Four-finger ring just so Phifer can scope
You looked in the mirror, didn't know what to do
Yesterday your eyes were brown but today they are blue
Your whole appearance is a lie and it could never be true
And if you really loved yourself then you would try and be you
If your hair and eyes were real, I wouldn't have dissed ya
But since it was bought, I had to dismiss ya
If you can't achieve it, then why not try and weave it
If you can't extend it then you might as well suspend it
If you can't braid it, best thing to do is fade it
I asked who did your hair and you tell me "Diane made it"
If you were you and just you, talk to you, maybe
But I can't stand, no bionic lady
Tryin' hard to look fly, but yo, you're lookin' dumber
If I wanted someone like you I woulda swung with Jamie Summers
You wanna be treated right, see Father MC
Or check Ralph Tresvant, for sens-a-tiv-i-ty
See I am not the one, I got more game than Parker Brothers
Phife Dog is on the mic and I'm smooth like Butter . . .

[Q-Tip]
Can I kick it? (Yes, you can!) *7X*
Well, I'm gone (Go on then!)

Can I kick it?
To all the people who can Quest like A Tribe does
Before this, did you really know what live was?
Comprehend to the track, for it's why cuz
Gettin measures on the tip of the vibers
Rock and roll to the beat of the funk fuzz
Wipe your feet really good on the rhythm rug
If you feel the urge to freak, do the jitterbug
Come and spread your arms if you really need a hug
Afrocentric living is a big shrug
A life filled with *HORN* that's what I love
A lower plateau is what we're above
If you diss us, we won't even think of
Will Nipper the doggy give a big shove?
This rhythm really fits like a snug glove
Like a box of positives is a plus, love
As the Tribe flies high like a dove

[Phife Dawg]
Can I kick it? (Yes, you can!) *7X*
Well, I'm gone (Go on then!)

Can I kick it?
To my Tribe that flows in layers
Right now, Phife is a poem sayer
At times, I'm a studio conveyor
Mr. Dinkins, would you please be my mayor?
You'll be doing us a really big favor
Boy this track really has a lot of flavor
When it comes to rhythms, Quest is your savior
Follow us for the funky behavior
Make a note on the rhythm we gave ya
Feel free, drop your pants, check your ha-ir
Do you like the garments that we wear?
I instruct you to be the obeyer
A rhythm recipe that you'll savor
Doesn't matter if you're minor or major
Yes, the Tribe of the game, rhythm player
As you inhale like a breath of fresh air

[q-tip]
fool - defined in webster's
open up the book, read it read it
turn the page, see what it says
read it to me will you please

(one who acts dope ???
so what does it mean to me?)
that's you (how's that?) cos of the way you act (huhhh?!?!)
standin on the corner sellin girbauds (what you talkin bout?)
scalin your friends and also your foes
what's the matter wit'cha boy? (ain't nuttin wrong with me, mother...)
you big galoot (huh?), you nincompoop (what?)
what's wrong wit you? you can't compute (yes sure i can compute)
don't fix your lips to tell me you can
standin on the poley playin pusher man
what you got to do with yourself? (oh what?)
can't you be somebody else? (no)
look at you described to a tee (huh)
you're a fool of many in society
i know some more, i shall go on
and continue in the song, fooled the fool

"fool" - scratched by ali shaheed
(man i don't know what you're talkin bout callin me a fool
i've been out here for twentysome odd years
doin my thing, i ain't no fool man
you crazy or something?
i'm gonna stick this, right up your...)

[q-tip]
the girl i talked to she's sort of neurotic (yeah)
her crazy ex-boyfriend is really psychotic (uh-huh)
scares the girl by threatenin her life (word)
says "girl, you're dead if you're not my wife" (oh man)
beats in her public, beats her in private (yes)
tried it 'round me, "almost" won't buy it (what you mean?)
said "forget him, don't you know he's a loser"
who would love a woman turn around and abuse her (ohh)
only a fool as described by the tribe
here's another one who's on the fool vibe (okay)
gonna make it shor

My mother went away for a month-long trip
Her and some friends on an ocean-liner ship
She made a big mistake by leaving me home
I had to roam so I picked up the phone
Dialed Ali up to see what was going down
Told him I pick him up so we could drive around
Took the Dodge Dart, a '74
My mother left a yard but I needed one more
Shaheed had me covered with a hundred greenbacks
So we left Brooklyn and we made big tracks
drove down the Belt, got on the Conduit
Came to a toll, we paid and went through it
Had no destination, we was on a quest
Ali laid in the back so he could get rest
Drove down the road for two-days-and-a-half
The sun had just risen on a dusty path
Just then a figure had caught my eye
A man with a sombrero who was four feet high
I pulled over to ask were we was at
His index finger he tipped up his hat
"El Segundo," he said, "my name is Pedro
If you need directions, I'll tell you pronto"
Needed civilization, some sort of reservation
He said a mile south, there's a fast food station
Thanks, senor, as I start up the motor
Ali said, "Damn, Tip, why you drive so far for?"

(Well describe to me what the wallet looks like)

Anyway a gas station we passed
We got gas and went on to get grub
It was a nice little pub in the middle of nowhere
Anywhere would have been better
I ordered enchiladas and I ate 'em
Ali had the fruit punch
When we finished we thought for ways to get back
I had a hunch
Ali said, "Pay for lunch"
So I did it
Pulled out the wallet and I saw this wicked beautiful lady
She was a waitress there
Put the wallet down and stared and stared
To put me back into reality, here's Shaheed:
"Yo, Tip, man, you got what you need?"
I checked for keys and started to step
What do you know, my wallet I forget

Yo, it was a brown wallet, it had props numbers
Had my jimmy hats I got to get it man

Lord, have mercy
The heat got hotter, Ali stars to curse me
I fell bad but he makes me feel badder
Chit-chit-chatter, car stars to scatter
Breaking on out, we was Northeast bound
Jettin' on down at the seepd of sound
Three days coming and three more going
We get back and there was no slack
490 Madison, we're here, Sha
He said, "All right, Tip, see you tomorrow"
Thinking about the past week, the last week
Hands go in my pocket, I can't speak
Hopped in the car and torpe'ed to the shack
Of Shaheed, "We gotta go back" when he said
"Why?" I said, "We gotta go
'Cause I left my wallet in El Segundo"

Yeah, I left my wallet in El Segundo
Left my wallet in El Segundo
Left my wallet in El Segundo
I gotta get, I got-got ta get it

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

Rough, rough, rugged
Tough like a nugget
Listen to the Abstract Poetic, don't snub it
The Midnight Marauder is the hype beat arranger
Don't front on the lyrics or the two cuz it's danger
Hook you like a junkie, you'll flip like a monkey
To the openness of the rhythm, so proceed because I'm funky
I get down, down like a fly hooker's panties
Make you catch a spirit and motivate a fanny
I be the fly poet, rappers, they get jelly
Upset when I rock, cuz yo, they beats is smelly
See, I got it goin on like a Forbes tax return
Listenin to these lyrics when it's hot will make it burn
Baby burn, baby burn, up into the heavens
The skies up above, the one you think of
Is the highly regarded, hell of the people
Your mic and my mic? Come on, yo, no equal
So if ya wanna do it to yourself
That is to mess around with the jazz, then just blame yourself
Cuz you made your bed, so now you lay in it
That's your (shit) on the floor, then go and play in it
I refuse to catch a 'L' in a battle
Cuz yo, I got the jazz and I'll whup a rapper's (ass)
Into little next to nuthin
Test me if I'm frontin
I'm passin flyin colors cuz yo...

Chorus (Q-Tip):
Who got the jazz? (We've got the jazz) (7X)
We've got the jazz
Come on
Come on, Phife

Phife:
No need for introductions cuz you know who I be (the Phife Dawg)
Yep, the one who loves to slaugher MCs
I got style, grace and razamatazz
I'm like my girl Patrice Rushen, yo
I add pizazz, now
Most people remember Phife from the Phife like smoothness
But now it's time to hit you with roughneck rudeness
I'm st

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!

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

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)

Phife:
The mad man malik makes mcs run for milk of magnesia
Maybe that'll ease ya
Master of this microphone mackin, master as in great
I'll have your brain goin in circles as my style tends to ovulate
I'm makin moves, never movies, that's why y'all mcs lose me
Retrace, won't, so your stubborn like groupies
Kid, you know my flava, tear this whole jam apart
Fuck around and have your heart, like jordan had starks
While you playin hokey pokey, there's no time to be dokey
Cuz i come out to play every night like charles oakley
Dissin around with wack rhymin
You lose your grip from chalk climbin
Let me take this time to say r.i.p. to phyllis hyman
Who never got the props that she damn well deserved
But see me, you don't wanna see me, cuz all mcs are gettin served
The nerve, for you to even step to the phifer
I'll bumrush your set and crush your whole cypher
Reserve, a spot for me in hip hop's hall of fame
Cuz rappin ain't no game, big up your head and maintain
Yeah, queens forever in this piece crushin any beef
Ain't nuthin sweet, the bakery's across the fuckin street
Phife dawg, swingin it back and forth just like aaliyah
Makin moves on your heart like that trick tamia
No doubt about it, i love hip hop to death
But yo tip, bring in the chorus cuz i'm losin my breath

Consequence:
A, yo, you know the deal when the diggy dawg is on the scene
We got the fiend bumpin straight from the borough queens
You know the deal when the diggy dawg is on the scene
We got the fiend bumpin straight from the borough queens
You know the deal when the diggy dawg is on the scene
You know the deal, ha, you know the deal

Phife:
Big up pop duke, that's where i caught my athleticism
My mama, no doubt, that's where i got my lyricism
My nana, that's where i got my spiritualism
As for tip and shah, they made me stop from smokin izm
Now, when i'm with some cheese, i be lettin off gism
Writin rhymes since daddy kane and biz mark was on prism
I gotta brave heart like the one named shirley chisholm
As for my late twin, boy, i wish i was with him
Got the lightro in the back talkin bout (come on, get him)
And when it comes to rhymes, no doubt, i flip em
Sucka mc in my path, hey main, i say we ship him
Money please, your rhymes are wack, say word, this geek is trippin
Just because my name is phife, my man, i'm never slippin
I got the type of flave to have your ass straight bitchin
For those who act cute, see i got them on mute
Have you walkin through your projects in your birthday suit
Cuz your style is off loot, so i played him like a flute
If youse a sucka mc, then it's you i rebuke
My style is, everday all day, similar to water
Crushin mcs as if my name was sargent slaughter
Keep shit hotter...than a sauna
Or better yet, the hormones on your christian daughter
Hey, i tried to warn her
My sounds the type to kill, like the grill on lauryn hill
So all ya sucka mcs, y'all best go chill
Bout to go to union square so i can see my care bear
Singin good stuff in my ear, runnin fingers through my hair
Represent the zulu nation with illy rap creations
Just keep shit hotter than death row-bad boy confrontations
Chillin with fudge love because he represents the haitians
Ya naw'mean

Word up
I just wanna big up everybody for supportin a tribe called quest
Through the years
This be the fourth lp, you know what i'm sayin?
Tip, shaheed and phife, beats, rhymes and life
Featuring my man, you know what i'm sayin, consequence
192 is the area where we represent, for the ladies and gents, ha ha
You know what i'm sayin? big up shaheed muhammad, that's my man
Christine, you know what i'm sayin, word life (fading out)
The abstract poetic, rockin this track
Bouncin it all over the place, in your face
You know what i'm sayin? my man lightro...

Just a lil somethin-somethin
about the cats who be fronting
You know the Tip, he be huntin
for all the goodness gracious
All across the wide spaces
yo, check it out, bust me down, yo
Yo... yo...

Verse One: Q-Tip

Youse my peoples, why it got to come down to this shit
Two people thinking as one so now he split
Remember what I said to you, you bleed, I bleed
C'mon, you know how we get down, if you're down, you need
And I'm supplying, the dynamic duo, electricfying
Everybody had to wet us, cuz no one will forget us
Son, I testify sure as God was my guide
Any petty little bullshit you did will slide
Same on my end, after all, what are we, friends
If niggaz ran me this, too much grounds we defend
In the honor or brotherhood cuz it's all good
Get on some grown man shit and let's knock on wood
But now seeing you baby in this stall out position
Wondering who's the dime piece that you're kissing
You night as well take the jigger and take my life
Cuz the dime piece you happen to be kissing is my wife
Shit, I should have know not to let these crab asses
Get within the circle of my girl and make passes
Now you disrespected me and everything I stand for
(But I'm saying though, son) Shhh, say no more
Allah forgive me, my thoughts is traveling to low desires
Should I turn the other cheek or react and perspire
Don't wanna see myself in penitentiary attire
But I caught him in the act and my emotion is dire

intro(fading in): Drifting, drifting, drifting, drifting, drifting,
drifting, drifting, drifting, drifting by, totally. Drifting
by(just)totally. Drifting by(just)totally

Q-Tip:
The deadly venom, let me start from the beginning
We always hittin, so yo, there'll be no extra innings
As I send the mic out the park like Reggie Jackson
You be the minor leaguer who sees no action
The coming attraction(what!)
The main feature
And I'ma greet ya, like a rhymin ass creature
Lurking all up in the dark, unknown parts
The brotha well prepared is the brotha who will start
And that's me Akki, as long as the ladies move they bodies
We'll have a four-on-two stand
Cuz that happens to be the nature of man
Sexuality, it is the format baby
Ain't no ifs, no buts, no ands, or maybes
But I praise Lord in the worlds that's unseen
Respect me for that and let me do my thing(just)
I said, respect me for that and let me do my thing

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Yo, how you doin? Let me give you an intro
My name's the Abstract, now let me give you some info
Got the diamond in the back, and the sunroof shit
That makes the hardcore MCs resort to being bitch
And I don't give a shit about being wild rich
Just make me comfortable and I'll deal with it
Your lust for the riches make a nigga feel sick
Down to his zealots, upchuck and then spit
Denouncin my beliefs, well then your wig get split
Lay your ego on the ground so that you'll benefit
You can take these words and relay it to your click
Take some time for your mind and get off them head trips
The Tribe is the crew that makes your mics get lit
Like the Fourth of July on some firework shit
My record company be on some true jerk shit
But that's i-ight. Now, I'm on some true work shit
And I'ma make it happen for my whole outfit

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A-yo, we just gettin started
Got to redirect this vision
Got the beauty of a flower
Plus dimensions like a prism
Your minds are locked down like prison
Y'all really need to go lay down
Cuz positivity has risen
We hittin
Yo bust how we too strong to be broken
Occasional malfunction pressure time
We ain't jokin
For security we on this run like Logan
Kamaal's doin the hustle
And you backstage voguin
We all got flaws
Don't ever try to think that you perfect
We all are human beings
There's bullshit at the surface
Sometimes, I mean we rhyme
Damn, we ain't prophets
And if you think so, you need to stop it
So jump back inside your shell
Let your million dollar thoughts propel
But next man don't get jel
Playa hate that all carries weight
That we don't need
We slim with disabilities and
Thick with possibilities
Cuz then you can't move with fertility
Navigatin with good visibility
We put these tunes out in record shop facilities
Let's strive to get this constant money activity
We try to stay on the scene like Fidel
So if you get enraged with these names it still rebels
There ain't no plan B's
Yo watch, we movin through with plan A
Money market doin things the right way

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Yo bust it out section, section.
Section Linden Boulevard
Section on Merrick
Section the whole Jamaica
Section on Flushing
Section in Bed-Stiduy