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