Phife: The mad man malik makes mcs run for milk of magnesia Maybe thatll ease ya Master of this microphone mackin, master as in great Ill have your brain goin in circles as my style tends to ovulate Im makin moves, never movies, that's why yall mcs lose me Retrace, wont, 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 Ill bumrush your set and crush your whole cypher Reserve, a spot for me in hip hops hall of fame Cuz rappin aint no game, big up your head and maintain Yeah, queens forever in this piece crushin any beef Aint nuthin sweet, the bakerys 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 Im 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 Im 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, Im 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, yall 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 nawmean
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 Im sayin? Tip, shaheed and phife, beats, rhymes and life Featuring my man, you know what Im sayin, consequence 192 is the area where we represent, for the ladies and gents, ha ha You know what Im sayin? big up shaheed muhammad, that's my man Christine, you know what Im sayin, word life (fading out) The abstract poetic, rockin this track Bouncin it all over the place, in your face You know what Im sayin? my man lightro...