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Check the rhime |
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Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden |
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We used to kick routines and presence was fittin' |
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It was I, The Abstract |
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And me, the five footer |
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I kicks the mad style so step off the frankfurter |
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Yo, Phife, you remember that routine |
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That we used to make spiffy like Mr. Clean? |
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Um, um, a tidbit, um, a smidgen |
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I don't get the message |
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So you gots to run the pigeon |
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You on point Phife? |
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All the time, Tip |
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You on point Phife? |
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All the time, Tip |
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You on point Phife? |
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All the time, Tip |
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Well, then grab the microphone |
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And let your words rip |
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Now here's a funky introduction of how nice I am |
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Tell your mother, tell your father, send a telegram |
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I'm like an energizer 'cause, you see, I last long |
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My crew is never ever wack because we stand strong |
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Now if you say my style is wack that's where you're dead wrong |
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I slayed that body in El Segundo then 'Push it Along' |
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You'd be a fool to reply that Phife is not the man |
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'Cause you know and I know, that you know who I am |
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A special shot of peace goes out to all my pals, you see |
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And a middle finger goes for all you punk MC's |
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'Cause I love it when you wack MC's despise me |
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They get vexed, I roll next, can't none contest me |
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I'm just a fly MC who's five foot three and very brave |
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On job remaining, no I'm chaining 'cause I misbehave |
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I come correct in full effect, have all my hoes in check |
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And before I get the butt, the jim must be erect |
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You see, my aura's positive, I don't promote no junk |
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See, I'm far from a bully and I ain't a punk |
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Extremity in rhythm, yeah, that's what you heard |
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So just clean out your ears and just check the word |
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Check the rhime y'all |
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Check the rhime y'all |
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Check the rhime y'all |
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Check the rhime y'all |
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Check the rhime y'all |
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Check the rhyme y'all |
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Check it out, check it out |
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Check the rhime y'all |
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Check the rhime y'all |
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Check the rhime y'all |
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Play tapes y'all |
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Check the rhime y'all |
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Check the rhime y'all |
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Check it out, check it out |
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Back in days on the boulevard of Linden |
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We used to kick routines and the presence was fittin' |
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It was I, the Phifer |
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And me, The Abstract |
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The rhymes were so rumpin' that the brothers rode the 'zack |
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Yo, Tip you recall when we used to rock |
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Those fly routines on your cousin's block |
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Um, let me see, damn I can't remember |
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I receive the message and you will play the sender |
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You on point Tip? |
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All the time Phife |
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You on point Tip? |
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Yeah, all the time Phife |
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You on point Tip? |
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Yo, all the time Phife |
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So play the resurrector |
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And give the dead some life |
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Okay, if knowledge is the key then just show me the lock |
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Got the scrawny legs but I move just like Lou Brock |
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With speed, I'm agile plus I'm worth your while |
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One hundred percent intelligent black child |
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My optic presentation sizzles the retina |
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How far must I go to gain respect? Um |
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Well, it's kind of simple, just remain your own |
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Or you'll be crazy sad and alone |
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Industry rule number four thousand and eighty |
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Record company people are shady |
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So kids watch your back 'cause I think they smoke crack |
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I don't doubt it, look at how they act |
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But off to better things like a hip hop forum |
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Pass me the rock and I'll storm with the crew and Proper |
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What you say Hammer? Proper |
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Rap is not pop, if you call it that then stop |
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NC, y'all check the rhime y'all |
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SC, y'all check it out y'all |
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Virginia, check the rhime y'all |
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Check it out, out |
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In London, check the rhime, y'all |
