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Verse [Q-Tip] |
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In this American metropolis filled with |
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MC's A Tribe |
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Called Quest came to drop jewels wit' ease |
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Plus make you party, we do this music thing for everybody |
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Black, White, |
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Latino and |
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Asian, we cold raisin' |
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The stakes of hip-hop to a new plateau |
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To bridge gaps in generations for future plantations |
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A god-fearin' folk cos we all from the yolk |
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Of one breed, one seed, to good goals we proceed |
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Nowadays I strive to be a very good influence |
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Even though not too long ago |
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I was a truant |
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Now I'm droppin' it on this and many broad topics |
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From man's obsession with money to holy prophets |
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Like Mohammed, yo, you know the scene is so freaky |
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Enemies they denounce me and my own try to sweep me |
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Now I got hip-hop acts posin' like fat cats |
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Lex and a |
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Rolex, Moet and a top hat |
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But what about your contract, slick? |
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Is you proper? |
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It's time we turned the tables of this hip-hop fable |
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I be strivin yo', tryna bang these joints out my skillet |
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And fulfil it, think about these kids, we can't kill it [Phife] |
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Now every dog has his day, but eff that, it's my year |
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All you gat pullin' |
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MC's could never come near |
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All that bogus type chatter, please put it to rest |
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It's the Phifer from |
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Quest leavin' venues a mess |
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So I even start to (Rap) when you know you have no (Haps) |
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Wit' your simpleton (Lyrics), your light-hearted (Act) |
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Step back, me no have no time for dat |
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I'm blowin' up the spot for all you ras clot idi-ots |
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In a world where you have like a zillion |
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MC's Ninety percent of all you suckers have filthy |
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LPs Bitch this, trick that, come on, act like you know |
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I be that up north |
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MC who never chose to play the down-low (His name is Phife Dawg) |
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I label myself as |
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The Boss (True dat) |
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Same height as |
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Little Vicious, yet |
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I'm shorter than |
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Kriss Kross |
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Queens representation, son, you know how we do |
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While Light' and |
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Sha, they represent |
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BK to the fullest |
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I be the sidekick to |
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The Abstract, so get ready for combat |
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Yo, what about about them biters? |
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Errr! Me not like that |
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My motto is to wreck shop, |
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I do it on the non-stop |
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Come on party people, you must give me my props |
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Cos y'all know good and damn well that the style has been mastered |
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So head for the border you peasy-haired bastards |
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Before I start to put it on ya, come on now, must |
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I warn ya? |
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Queens is in the house so all |
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MC's go hold their corner |
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Outro We feelin' pressures in here |
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You know we feelin' pressures |
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Feelin' pressures in here |
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You know we feelin' pressures |
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We gotta stand clear |
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Jus' gotta stand clear |
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Gotta gotta stand clear of the pressure |
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The what? |
