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babies babble on, they lookin for excuses
game for the buzzer who kicked it to the losers
lame as a brain, could be, golly gee
if you see a shrink he’ll charge you a fee
if you see me ya see the fee is nothing
[fee will be for patience] all that’s no fronting
what is a party if it doesn’t really rock?
what is a poet? all balls, no cock
what is a war if it doesn’t have a general?
what’s channel nine if it doesn’t have arsenio?
what is life if you don’t have fun?
what is a what if you ain’t got a gun?
what’s ali without shaheed muhammad?
nothing. [calpekur] makes you vomit
what is a quest if the players ain’t willing?
what is a pence if you don’t have a shilling?
excuse me if i’m chillin, hey what, say what
what’s a fat man without food in his gut?
what’s a child birth, without the umbilical?
what’s united parcel, without the deliverer?
what’s momma-san, without poppa-san?
what’s martial arts without daniel-san?
what’s rasheed without tonya, tamika?
what’s orange juice and doug e. doug without shaniqua?
not a not a not a, not a damn thing
what’s duke ellington without that swing?
what’s alex haley if it doesn’t have roots?
what’s a weekend if you ain’t knockin boots?
what’s a black nation, without black unity?
what is a child who doesn’t know pubery?
what is my label when i exit boom status?
what’s menage-a-tois, or, that is
what is sex when you have three people?
what are laws if they ain’t fair and equal?
what’s clark kent without a telephone booth?
what is a liquor if it ain’t 80 proof?
what are the youth if they ain’t rebellin?
what’s raplh cramden, if he ain’t yellin
at ed norton, what is coke snortin?
what is position if there is no contortin?
what is hip-hop if it doesn’t have violence?
chill for a minute, doug e. fresh said silence
*four second pause*
what is a glock if you don’t have a clip?
what’s a lollipop without the good ship?
what’s s&m if you don’t have chains?
what’s a con artist if he doesn’t have brains?
what’s america without greed and glamour?
what’s an mc if he doesn’t have stamina?
what’s music fractured without mr. walt?
what’s trugoy without a phrase called torte?
what’s kris lighty if he wasn’t such a baby?
what is a woman if she didn’t say maybe?
baby laid down, i removed the frown
what would be my penal cord if it wasn’t brown?
what is a paper without a president?
what is a compound without a element?
what is a jam if you don’t spike the punch?
was it bruce lee if you don’t like brunch?
oooh ooh, it’s like that you keep goin
freak freak y’all cause you know that we showin
what to go what to go what to go what to go what
to go what to go what to go what to go

[Q-Tip]
Question
What is it that everybody has
And some pirates and theives try to take
[Chorus]
Da Booty (and if you is a crook than you takin` it)
Da Booty (and if you got money you shakin` it)
Da Booty (come on everybody that`s here, that`s word
to Phife Dawg and my man Shaheed)
[Q-Tip]
I give my promise to all y`all to keep my shit hittin`
Half of y`all claim dog but now a light kitten
Flippin` on brothers just like Mary Lou Retton
Get off that ass and see what I`m settin`
Born with this inside, you just can`t get it
This is the lethal pop and you have no weapon
Who is the native brother who keep asses steppin`
make deep impressions and constantly be reppin`
[Phife]
When I was young I`d stretch gouch yo
Now I`m on Letterman, on the couch yo
the black thing with knives is called the back do`
can`t we be cool instead of being foul though
Ghetto child dreams of fast cars and fast dollars
Impressions of live sometimes makes ya holler
Scream all that devil shit and talk like a scholar
You dumb as a doorknob, and why do you bother
[Q-Tip]
Phife Dawg puttin` the bite back in yours
Top dog, puttin` it up, flick his balls
MC from now til I get a frown
Shake that ass girl because you world renowned
Wake up, look at the sun, see the sights
Bull duke, you`ve got to die for your rights
MC`s, y`all got to work for the mic
Zombies, do it from dusk to the night
[Chorus]
[Q-Tip]
Rock to the beat, yo it`s never the same
Good girls usually got good game
Hot cats tearin` that ass out the frills
Block ass, you had no skills, that`s the reals
Make this money without the friction
Take this honey, there goes your diction
Rappers better retreat, fix your joints
My whole crew got bumps on they points
[Phife]
Rumors being spread `bout me and my click
We can`t rock shows and our rhymes ain`t shhh
Might not`ve heard it, or maybe you have
Between me and you, they can kiss my ass
Used to get angry, used to get quite vexed
But say what you may, just cash my check
`Cause all I`m ever guilty of is going on tour
Doing shows galore, and bringin` it raw
[Chorus]

Intro: Q-Tip
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

Q-Tip:
Who that at the door? (Yo, Tip, it`s her)
What you doin here, in front of my face? (repeat 3X)
You didn`t want my…you didn`t want it
To go somewhere, you all on it
But if you want to, then you can come here
Come here, yo
Q-Tip:
Have you ever met a woman that just took your breath?
So deep inside her life, she contemplated death
Can`t help but get attatched to a woman like that (true dat)(repeat 4X)
The contact was quite immediate, I had to attack
(Because you the man, yo, you know you the man)
We related and debated over food and tunes
Started out in September, now we enterin June (say word)(repeat 4X)
Simple night in the crib, no, it just won`t do
(no it just won`t do, no it just won`t do)
Because she liable to start shit that`s wildin you
(wildin you, wildin…)
She wanna push my whip, buy diamond chips
And take on trips, conversin my flip
Gotta do her hair, take her out to the fair
When a jake be there, make sure you don`t stare
At another one comin, don`t be startin nuthin
Be a slave to her, don`t be brave to her
Make sure that she`s right, make sure that you`re wrong
When she wants to do it, make sure that it`s long
f anyone wanna make it work it`s me (Phife Dawg help me out)(repeat 2X)
But we gotta come through with common ground baby
Any man, he can claim to be the one for you
But put it straight to your lover in life runs true
chorus:
And if it`s me then let`s get it going on (repeat 4X)
Get it going on, let`s get it going on
And if it`s me then let`s get it going on (repeat 2X)
Q-Tip:
Phife Dawg in the break, is she more than you can take?
Phife:
See, I`m not the one to be taken advantage of
And if you really think about it, I got nuthin but love
Now if your heart isn`t in it, please let me know
There`s no need to waste time, if it`s no, then I`ll go

chorus:
And if it`s me then let`s get it going on (repeat 4X)
Get it going on, let`s get it going on
And if it`s me then let`s get it going on (repeat 2X)
Get it going on, let`s get it going on

Chorus(scratching):
Clap your hands now
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)

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

[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

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 . . .

Phife Dawg]
Fuck the car-jacking, Phife Diggy is rapping
Got dawgs with love and plus dawgs that`s packin
So what`s the deal Captain, if it`s time for some action
Watch me roll with hon, try to push her back
Which one of these niggaz, think they fuckin wit dis?
Put your money on Queens, yo these cats is pissed
Meanin hot green and stinky, see shorty there winkin?
Hit her off so hard, that her eyes start blinkin
Then massage her down, with the word serene
It`s the Dawg For Pres, new star on the scene
And I`m here for the battle, right down to the letter
If it rains today, then it`s a double-header
Range Beemaz and Benz, 1100`s and Jettas
Phife Dawg for whatever, just get it together
(Just) get it together
(Just) get it together
(Just) get it together
[Q-Tip]
Just get it together
No matter the weather, or where you at
This is how we gon` do it, cause we keep shit fat
You gotta
(yo yo) do it (yo, yo yo) do it
(yo yo) do it (yo, yo) do it
(yo yo) do it (yo, yo yo) do it
(yo yo) do it (yo, yo) do it
* a lot of “yo” from Busta Rhymes *
[Q-Tip]
Didn`t you read the news, did you heed the alarm
It was good overall, it said that we was the bomb
I`ma make the call, and I hope you respond
We the stars y`all, and everyone beckons far
You a star and you shining, I`m one and I`m rhyming
Let`s get together, start intertwining
Yo you coming with me, somewhere where you can`t see
with his bonafide joints, underneath the sea
Of confusion and glitter, nobody`s a quitter
Try to front and get ripped, from your ear to your shitter
Gon` put it on harder than anyone did
It would benefit you to keep a wide open lid
Makin sho` shot shit, makin sure you shine
Takin shows for sure, takin hearts in time
Do it all for the rhyme, and the rhythm and things
When we do it we bangin, like we inside the bang
Ain`t doubtin nobody, when we inside the jam
But I`m proud overall, and I know who I am
As the constellation gets brighter this writer`s goin
(yo yo) do it (yo, yo yo) do it
(yo yo) do it (yo, yo) do it
(yo yo) do it (yo, yo yo) do it
(yo yo) do it (yo, yo) do it
* continues with variations *
[Know Naim]
Aiyyo, yo, this is Bebe LawdLawd
Bigga BeBeBeBe LawdLawd, from the Know Naim
Aiyyo we doin this, LP, to the world…
* a lot of “yo” from Busta Rhymes *

[Phife Dawg]
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&B cause they try to do me
or the best of the pack but they can`t do rap
For it`s Abstract, orig-inal
You can`t get your own and that`s, pitiful
I know I`d be the man if I cold yanked the plug
on R&B, but I can`t and that`s bugged
Buggin out, buggin out, buggin out you`re buggin out (repeat 8X)
[Phife Dawg]
Yo when you bug out, you usually have a reason for the action
Sometimes you don`t it`s just for mere satisfaction
People be houndin, always surroundin
Pulsin, just like a migraine poundin
You don`t really fret, you stay in your sense
?Comafied? your feeling, of absolute tense
You soar off to another world, deep in your mind
But people seem to take that, as being unkind
“Oh yo he`s acting stank,” really on a regal?
A man of the fame not a man of the people
Believe that if you wanna but I tell you this much
Riding on the train with no dough, sucks
Once again a case of your feet in my Nike`s
If a crowd is in my realm I`m saying — mic please
Hip-hop is living, can`t yank the plug
if you do the result, will end up kind of bugged
[Q-Tip]
Yo, I am not an invalid although I used to smoke the weed out
Ali Shaheed Muhammad used to say I had to be out
Schemin on the cookies with the crazy boomin back buns
Pushin on the real ?hardest? so we can have the big fun
When I left for Rosie I was Boulevard status
Battling a MC was when Tip was at his baddest
It was one MC after one MC
What the world could they be wanting see from little old me
Do I have the formula to save the world?
Or was it just because I used to swipe the women and all the girls
I`m the type of brother with the crazy extended hand kid
Dissed by all my brothers I was all up what my man did
Supposed to be my man but now I wonder cause you`re feeble
I go out with the strongest and I seperate the evils
it`s your brain against my mind, for those about to boot out
All you nasty critters even though you see I bug out
Buggin out, buggin out, buggin out you`re buggin out (repeat 8X)