Q-tip: Your new lesson is to realize the mission when you hear it Mcin, see i got this in my spirit I got verses like mahalia singin church hymns So strap up because you skatin on ice that's wild thin A weak foundation doesn't make a good home That's why mine is built on chrome microphones We bout to do it theoretically, insteadibly, to the medley Come on It's the complete kamal, unique, fareed, breed That'll keep you broke down like a horse 5 speed So move buddy, a yo we got to get this money In this land of dead and crummy, ain't a damn thing funny A yo, shout out to mobb deep, the extra p Busta rhymes, de la, the j beez, so don't sleep We got reality for the carriage Stayin sincere to this, so i know we gonna manage Give me, liberty in mass amounts and swiss bank accounts With the sustainer, it'll be real So me and my brothas, we can sit down and build Like rampage with that last boy scout appeal We got that silk, satin, manhattan intelligence feel That keeps everything on even keels So all you slow brothas talkin yang, ya poo tang Now, we gonna show you how the real crew bang
Consequence: A yo, i bring it to you live kid, queens niggaz love static Your rap's had it, braggin more numbers than mathematics I get brains on progmatic from leavin wet dreams shattered That's the same copy gettin in your mug shot I stays hot like summertime on lbq and boo boo The love shack is 192, my joint's smooth To watch them niggaz fall like linque I keeps it brand new like school shoppin It's on and poppin The club peeps this nigga's steez like rayon You get laid off while i'll be gamin ghetto girl like 8-off The verdict's in, i be the look of blendin Give up your goods cuz it's the start of your endin
Q-tip: (where ya at?) we seein life for what it is (where ya at?) we get this money for these kids (where ya at?) we bout to build the foundation (where ya at?)
Phife: Now, all that glock totin' trash you talk will not prevail It's stale, you'll either be dead or in jail I keeps it realer than the local one mill Denouncin tough guy wannabes that look smoother than silk That's the sound of the man gettin yanked off the stage Tryin to front like he mad paid Suckin so bad, we threw his mama off the train (insane) Mcs are just givin it all away (ok) Who said him know about the quest type sound? Mess around and get your ass knocked down (clown) I dedicate this to the posers that play hard You wanna hear some rhymes, well come bring your bodyguard So he can peep the worldwide willie that we display Leavin all mcs in complete disarray I beez a veteran mc, crushin crews for years You frontin hard, when you softer than the berenstain bears Yeah, chumps be like "phife, that ain't fair" Fuck outta here, do i look like i care Come off my stage, before i grab ya neck and handle ya Wet ya like punani, then dry you like canada Shaheed muhammad's on the gemini mixer Peace to derrick coleman, mad max and the sixers I'm cappin hard cuz i got this rap shit sold >from linden boulevard down to cascade road You know my steez, i treat hip hop like a sport Holdin down fort up on martinique court like...
Q-tip: (where ya at?) we seein life for what it is (where ya at?) we get this money for these kids (where ya at?) we bout to build the foundation (where ya at?) we gonna start the zulu nation (where ya at?) come on, come on (where ya at?) we gonna put it all together (where ya at?) no matter what the hell the weather (where ya at?)
Uh, uh, mind power (5x) Uh, uh, kickin willie is good, all throughout your whole hood But we gotta start with the spirit first y'all Mind power
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