[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 Ill always be the same Styles upon styles upon styles is what I have You wanna diss the phifer but you still dont 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 Im not a half stepper Drink a lot of soda so they call me dr. pepper Refuse to com-pete with bs competition Your name aint special ed so wont you seckle with the mission I never walk the streets, think its 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 youre buggin out
[q-tip] Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh, uh! Zulu nation, brothers thats 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 cant do rap For its abstract, orig-inal You cant get your own and thats, pitiful I know Id be the man if I cold yanked the plug On r&b, but I cant and thats bugged
Buggin out, buggin out, buggin out youre buggin out (repeat 8x)
[phife dawg] Yo when you bug out, you usually have a reason for the action Sometimes you dont its just for mere satisfaction People be houndin, always surroundin Pulsin, just like a migraine poundin You dont 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 hes 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 nikes If a crowd is in my realm Im saying -- mic please Hip-hop is living, cant 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 Im 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 youre feeble I go out with the strongest and I seperate the evils Its 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 youre buggin out (repeat 8x)
Barren Cross lyrics