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1. _ Hot Sex

Chorus

Verse one: phife

Ayo who wanna pull on phifer long time no hear from
Suckers walkin' around talking about they could get some
But that pop is non cypher, no can do
And if you think i'm a dope, then ask the other crew
And i proceed to let you know, exactly how to flow
I'm not lawn doctor so just step off with the hoe
Oops my mistake i didn't know you went with her
Should i run down the line of the all the kids that done hit her
Don't be bitter, i hear that honey resembles a critter
I heard she likes to do one-one my man john ritter
But back to the subject you can't catch wreck
You must get respect, to earn respect
Suckers think they could herb me cuz know i where specks
You're full of jokes, but you your name ain't flex
I got the riches, the bitches, i'm large like a huxtable
You think you're all that but you're girl's quite doable
Yeah, i'm tellin' you g, to back up off me
I'm not a mad cohort, but i'm not mr. softee
Rappin' is an art, coming straight from the heart
So forget the chart because the action can start

Chorus

Verse two: q-tip

Where ya at? to all my peoples with the funk
I'm the undercover brother dump your hoe in the trunk
Save all the sad songs and the tearjerkers
Niggaz step up it's the lyrical worker
The poems that i create ain't in paper back books
The poems that i create are for hookers and the crooks
My mental is excelling cuz i dabble in the books
I'm not the one to front on, so suboops-suboops
Yo i gets the pickens, i'm such a damn dickens
If you step to this then the plot just thickens
I'll run you around the track like a bunny and a dog
To me, your just another mc on the log
A link on the chain, fluid on the brain
I boast of hype lyrics, and yours are mardane
See i can't maintain, especially if you come back
I'm the lyrical master blaster, yeah i can do that
I can also do your girl, so leave the hoe at home
Cuz when i get done, i'll have her strung on bones
It's the no-joke pressure, that elevates my mind
Makes me pick up and go when it's time to drop a rhyme
My title is locked, the abstract poetic
I'm in the idle mode but my energy's kinetic
So smooth and debonair, especially for the ear
Gotta keep my thing in gear cuz it's evident and clear
That i will rock, rock, rock [fades away]

Chorus

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2. _ Sucka Nigga

"hey sucka nigga, whoever you are" (repeat 2x)
"hey sucka nigga, hey sucka nigga
Whoever you are, whoever you are"

[q-tip]
Aiyyo, turn it up muhammad
Turn everything up in the headphones
So i don't lose my vocals
Yeah that's good, turn my vocals a little bit
With the upper bassline

I be hatin sucka mc's, and the sucka niggas
Posing like they hard when we know they damn card
What you figure, rhyme-wise, i do the figure eight
So concisely, musically we are the herb so sit back
And light me, inhale *inhalation noise*
My style is kinda fat reminescent of a whale
Young girls desires for the females dreams
I be the abstract poetic representin from queens
Socially i'm not a name, black and white got game
If you came to the jam, well i'm glad you came
See, nigga first was used back in the deep south
Fallin out between the dome of the white man's mouth
It means that we will never grow, you know the word dummy
Other niggas in the community think it's crummy
But i don't, neither does the youth cause we
Em-brace adversity it goes right with the race
And being that we use it as a term of endearment
Niggas start to bug to the dome is where the fear went
Now the little shorties say it all of the time
And a whole bunch of niggas throw the word in they rhyme
Yo i start to flinch, as i try not to say it
But my lips is like the oowop as i start to spray it
My lips is like a oowop as i start to spray it
My lips is like a oowop as i start to spray the

Sucka nigga, nigga nigga
I throw the sucka in the front for the ones that front
The sucka niggas, nigga nigga
I throw the sucka in the front for the ones that front
The sucka niggas, nigga nigga
I throw the sucka in the front for the ones that front
It's the neo-nigga of the nineties, c'mon

I be hatin sucka mc's, and the sucka niggas
Posin like they hard when we know they damn card
What you figure, rhyme-wise, i do the figure eight
So concisely, musically we are the herb so sit back
And light me *inhalation noise* inhale *echoes*
My style is kinda fat reminescent of a whale
Young girls desires for the females dreams
I be the abstract poetic representin from queens
Socially i'm not a name, black and white got game
If you came to the jam well i'm glad you came
See, nigga first was used down in the deep south
Fallin out between the dome of the white man's mouth
It means that we will never grow, you know the word dummy
Other niggas in the community think it's crummy
But i don't, neither does the youth cause we
Em-brace adversity it goes right with the race
Yo i start to flinch, as i try not to say it
But my lips is like the oowop as i start to spray it
My lips is like a oowop as i start to spray it
My lips is like a oowop, yo you know the rest

The sucka niggas, niggas niggas
I throw the sucka in the front for the ones that front
The sucka niggas, nigga nigga
I throw the suckas in the front for the ones that front
The sucka niggas, nigga nigga
I throw the sucka in the front for the ones that front
Sucka niggas, nigga nigga
Aiyyo shaheed, take us the fuck outta here

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3. _ Buggin' Out

[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)

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4. _ Can I Kick It?

5. _ Award Tour

Chorus dove from de la soul:
We on award tour with muhammad my man
Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand
New york, nj, n.c., va
We on award tour with muhammad my man
Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand
Oaktown, l.a., san fran, st. john

Q-tip:
People give your ears so i be sublime
It's enjoyable to know you and the concubine
Niggaz, take off your coats ladies, act liike gents
Sit down, indian style, as we recite these hymns
See, lyrically i'm mario andretti on the mo-mo
Ludicrously speedy, or infectious with the slow-mo
Heard me in the eighties, j beez on the promo
On my never endin quest to get the paper on the
Caper
But now, let me take it to the queens side
I'm takin it to brooklyn side
All the residential questers to invade the way
Hold up a second son, cuz we almost there
You can be a black man and lose all your soul
You can be white and blue but don't crap the roll
See my shit is universal, if you got knowledge and
Dolo
Of delf for self, see there's no one else
Who can drop it on the angle, acute at that
So, do that, do that, do do that that that(come on)
Do that, do that, do do that that that(ok)
Do that, do that, do do that that that
I'm buggin out, so let me get back cuz i'm wettin
Niggaz
So run and tell the others cuz we are the brothas
I learned how to build mics in my workshop class
So give me this award, and let's not make it the
Last

Chorus:
We on award tour with muhammad my man
Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand
Chinatown, spokane, london, tokyo
We on award tour with muhammad my man
Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand
Houston, delaware, dc, dallas

Phife:
Back in '89, i simply slid into place
Buddy, buddy, buddy all up in your face
A lot of kids was bustin rhymes but they had no
Taste
Some said quest was wack, but now is that the case
I have a quest to have the mic in my hand
Without that, it's like kryptonite and superman
So shaheed come in with the sugar cuts
Phife dawg's my name, but on stage, call me dynomutt
When was the last time you heard the phifer sloppy
Lyrics anonymous, you'll never hear me copy
Top notch baby, never comin less
Sky's the limit, you gots to believe up in quest
Sit back , relax, get up out the path
If not that, here's the dancefloor, come move that
Ass
Non-believers, you can check the stats
I roll with shaheed and the brotha abstract
Niggaz know the time when the quest is in the jam
I never let a statue tell me how nice i am
Comin with more hits than the braves and the yankees
Livin mad phat like an over sized bam-bi
The wackest crews try to dis, it makes me laugh
When my track record's longer than a dc-20 aircraft
So, next time that you think you want somethin here
Make somethin deffer, take that garbage to st.
Elsewhere

Chorus:
We on award tour with muhammad my man
Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand
S.c., maryland, new orleans, motown
We on award tour with muhammad my man
Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand
Chinatown, spokane, london, tokyo
We on award tour with muhammad my man
Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand
Houston, delaware, dc, dallas
We on award tour with muhammad my man
Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand
New york, nj, n.c., va

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6. _ Luck Of Lucien

Verse 1: q-tip

Brother, brother, brother, lucien, you're like no other.
Listen very close 'cause i don't like to boast.
Instead, i'll tell the tale of a french who prevailed
Through the mr. crazy rabbits who were always on his tail.
? on sale, your rumour starts to wail.
Get caught with stolen goods and you will go to jail.
If you go to jail, then who will pay the bail?
They'll put you back to france on a ship with a sail.
Escargot, lucien, you eat snails.
(hey yo tip, what's wrong with snails?)
From the zulu nation, from a town called paris,
Came to america to find liberty.
Instead of finding pleasure, all you found was misery,
But listen, lucien, you have a friend in me.
Oh, luck luck will drive you butt baddy.
Next time you get some wheels, make it a caddy.
In terms of doing good, i know you wish you really could,
But listen, brother man, i really think you can.
Succeed with the breed of the brothers on your back.
It's the creme de la creme, and you can bounce with that.
It'll take a minute, ?rice?, so take my advice.
Trust in us, and thus you trust in your life.
Lucine, lucien, lucien, lucien.
You should know!

Verse 2: q-tip

Are you ready, lu?
This one is for you,
Comin' from a true-blue, fits like a shoe.
? or "commenet-allez-vous"?
Lucien, i'll leave it up to you.
Voulez vous (vous).
Endez vous (vous).
Coo-coo (coo).
Les poo-poo (poo)
Watch that lass, gonna backlash fast.
Can you get a grip on the crackhead dip?
Sold you a paper bag, guess he saw you comin',
Vcr from a neck-bone bummin',
$10 brother, he was hummin' and strummin',
Only had 20, he was livin' like ya slummin',
Gave him the money, well, i thought that was somethin',
Lookin' like a kid who was lost in crumbin'.
Don't worry about a thing, i won't get specific.
This is a song that is long and prolific.
Think of the stuff that i said if you can.
Figure it out, compute, understnad.
No problemo, i'll help you with your demo
If you go to the store for me.
Lucien, i'm just kiddin'.
You should know!

Verse 3: q-tip

You gotta get a grip on the missions you'll be takin',
Not so much the mission, but you got crazy ignition.
Sure, the sugar-babies wanna give you a chance
With the french "savoir faire" and the sexy dance,
But is she really fly, or is she a guy?
I won't ask why, 'cause i know that you try.
You try too hard, is that the answer to the riddle?
Instead of doin' so much, why don't you do just a little?
Boy, what a cad, i guess we shouldn't treat him bad.
In fact, it would be nice if we understood him like
A case of positionin' the feet in the shoes,
Sympathetic reason in the case of the blues.
Lucien is blue, even though he's really brown.
I had to make the sound, his life is too profound.
On the up-and-up, he's somethin' like a little pup,
Young and naive, it's hard to believe.
As long as you're strong, you can quest with the questers,
Jolly like a jumping bean or a jester.
Lucien, lucien, lucien, lucien.
You should know!

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7. _ Check The Rhime

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.

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8. _ Oh My God

9. _ Find A Way

Chorus:
Now you caught me heart for the evening
Kissed my cheek, moved in, you confuse things
Should i just sit out or come harder?
Help me find my way

Q-tip:
Messing me up, my whole head
Teasing me, just like tisha, did martin
Now look at what you're starting
Schoolboy's crush and it ain't on the hush
The whole world sees it but you can't (uh)
My peoples they complain, sitt and rave and rant (come on)
Your name is out my mouth like an ancient chant (say what?)
Got me like a dog as i pause and pant...

Phife:
Speaking of which, got a leash and i wish just to rock you miss (come on)
Make a militant move, peep my strategy (what?)
End of the day you're not mad at me (uh)
Not dealing with nobody, now that's what you told me (what?)
I said: "hey yo, it's cool, we can just be friendly" (come on)
'cause yo, picture me messing it up
Her mind not corrupt with the ill c-cups
Shit, i'm on my j.o. (come on)
Bullshitting, hoping that the day goes slow (what?)
Got me like a friend, what confuses me though
Is kisses when we greet, tell me what's the dill yo? (dill yo, yo, yo...)

Chorus (2x)

Q-tip:
Now why you wanna go and do that, love, huh?
Making things for me towards you harder
Killing me, just when i think we're there
You got the whole vibe and the flows in the air
Telling me 'bout next man
But next man ain't the nigga with the plan
Who got your heart in mind?
It's about time that you just unwind (come on)

Phife:
And let it just happen, make it front-free (uh)
Just sweat me like moneypenny (uh)
Digging you, getting inside of your stee (what?)
It's the quest that keeping you company
Forever, or however you want it

Q-tip:
Word word, now wait a minute now before you jet it to the curb (yeah, yeah)
Start to make affections, which is good not the hurt
But it, it aint me, and i, i ain't blurred (uh)
I'ma still just chill with you
Maybe things could change if you change your view (come on)
If not then i guess it is cool (yeah)
Just, to keep to yourself and adbide by the rules, right

Check it out now...
Check it out now...
Like that now...
Check it out now...
Wha wha now...
Check it out now...
Yeah yeah now...
Check it out now...
Check it out now...
It's like that now...
Check it out now...
Yeah yeah now...
Check it out now...
What you say, what? what?

Chorus till fade out

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10. _ If The Papes Come

11. _ Description Of A Fool

12. _ Bonita Applebum

13. _ Keep It Moving

Q-tip:
Somethin for your earhole, so you can clean them shits out
It seems that some don't understand what i'm talkin about
How you get west coast nigga, from west coast hater?
I could never dis a whole coast, my time is too greater(true)
Yeah, we from the east, the land of originators
You also from the west, the land of innovators
The only difference of the two is the style of the rap
Plus the musical track, this beef shit is so wack
Let me let y'all brothas know i ain't no west coast disser
Another thing i'm not is a damn ass kisser
So listen to my words as i set things straight
I ain't got no beef, so don't come in my face

Keep it movin, yeah to the k.i.m.
Keep it movin, yeah yeah to the k.i.m.
I ain't got no time for schuckin and jivin
Keep it movin, keep it movin, yeah yeah to the k.i.m.
Keep it movin, yeah yeah to the k.i.m.
I ain't got no time for schuckin and jivin

Q-tip:
Hip hop...a way of life
It doesn't tell you how to raise a child or treat a wife
I verbalize over...rhyme friendly
That puts a listener in a frenzy, so pop me in your benzi
You dig it? get wit it or get your melon splitted
If you ever try to combat, sir walter moves the king
We got the illy team that doesn't even sweat the gleam
Or glamour, we'll figure 4 your ass like greg the hammer
Man, we rockin joints like the who or santana
Keep jams packed and hotter than havana
Positivity is the key in the lock
Put your hand on it, turn it to the right, ak
We doin daredevil dandies on these mics
Peace out to the whole hiero who's puffin on the hydro
Yeah dun, we movin how we like
Since the days of rockin hi-los, we keepin things on pyro, fire
As we move with zeal and desire
Now, the hip hop plan, hope you complier
Son, we havin tunnel vision but my sight is real real broad
Cuz i can't afford to miss that call
Makin moves, not movies, as get on the ball
And we keepin things covered like a female shawl
When i watch hockey, yo, i just look for the brawl
Quest, quest and you know we signin out y'all

Keep it movin, yeah yeah, to the k.i.m.
Keep it movin, yeah yeah, to the k.i.m.
I ain't got no time for schuckin and jivin
Keep it movin, yeah yeah
Keep it movin, yeah yeah, to the k.i.m.
Keep it movin, true dat, to the k.i.m.
I ain't got no time for schuckin and jivin

The pharcyde, you know we do it up, uh, you know we do it up, uh
The hiero, you know we do it up, yeah yeah, you know we do it up
Yeah, to the mobb deep, the infamous, we do it up, yeah yeah
You know we do it up
To my peoples know naim, yeah, you know we do it up, uh uh
You know we do it up
To my man dj quik, uh, you know we do it up, uh uh, a do, a do it up
To my man biz mark, yeah yeah, you know we do it up, uh uh
You know we do it up
To my man ike love love, you know we do it up, yeah yeah
You know we do it up
And my man extra p, p, you know we do it up, uh uh uh-uh, uh, uh up
I can't forget dr. dre, uh, you know we do it up
Mc eiht, uh, you know we do it up
Shelly mae, uh, you know we do it up
Muhammad, uh, you know we do it up (fading out)

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14. _ Scenario

Chorus: tribe and l.o.n.s.

Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what so what so what's the scenario
Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what so what so what's the scenario

Verse one: phife dawg

Aiyyo bo knows this (what?) and bo knows that (what?)
But bo don't know jack, cause bo can't rap
Well whaddya know, the di-dawg, is first up to bat
No batteries included, and no strings attached
No holds barred, no time for move fakin
Gots to get the loot so i can bring home the bacon
Brothers front, they say the tribe can't flow
But we've been known to do the impossible like broadway joe so
Sleep if you want, like we'll help you get your z's troop
But here's the real scoop
I'm all that and then some, short dark and handsome
Bust a nut inside your eye, to show you where i come from
I'm vexed, fumin, i've had it up to here
My days of payin dues are over, acknowledge me as in there (yeah)
Head for the border, go get a taco
I'll be wreckin from the jump street, meaning from the get-go
Sit back relax and let yourself go
Don't sweat what you heard, but act like you know

Verse two: charlie brown

Yes yes y'all (yes y'all!)
Who got the vibe it's the tribe y'all (tribe y'all!)
Real live y'all (live y'all!)
Inside outside come around... (who's that??) browwwwwwwwn
Some may, i say, call me charlie
The word is the herb and i'm deep like bob marley
Layback on the payback, [evolve rotate the gates?] contact!
Can i get a hit? (hit!)
Boom bip with a brother named tip and we're ready to flip
East coast stompin, rippin and rompin
New york, north cak-a-laka, and compton
Checka-checka-check it out!
The loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce
And wow how now wow how now brown cow
We're ill till the skill gets down
For the flex, next, it's the textbook old to the new
But the rest are doo-doo
From radio, to the video, to arsenio
Tell me! yo, what's the scenario

Verse three: dinco d

(true blue!) scooby doo, whoopie doo
Scenario's ready yo, rates more than four
Scores for the snores that's lovin dancefloors
Now i go for mine, [shades of g sure?]
Ship-shape plus grape apes to play tapes
Papes make grapes great for the waist
I'm an l-ah, an e-ader, simply just a leader
Bass in his face means peace see ya later
Later? (later!) later alligator
Pop blows the weasel and my earth the inflater
So yo the d what the o, incorporated i-n-c into a flow
Funk flipped flat back first this foul fight fight fight
Laugh yo how's that sound (ohhhhhh!)

Verse four: q-tip, busta rhymes

It's the leader quest vision and we got the goods here (here!)
Never on the left cause my right's my good ear (ear!)
I could give a damn about a ill subliminal
Stay away from crime cause i ain't no criminal
I love my young nation, groovy sensation
No time for hibernation, only elation
Don't ever try to test, yo whattup little kid?
Yo mr. busta rhymes, tell him what i did

I heard you rushed and rushed, and attacked
Then baby puked then you had to smack
Causin rambunction, throughout the sphere
Raise the levels of the boom, inside the ear

You know i did it
So don't violate or you get violated
The hip-hop sound is well agitated
Won't ever waste no time on the played out ego
So here's busta rhymes with the, scenario

Verse five: busta rhymes

Watch, as i combine all the juice from the mind
Heel up, reel up, bring it back, come rewind
Powerful impact boom! from the cannon
Not braggin, try to read my mind just imagine
Vo-cab-u-lary's necessary
When diggin into my library
Oh my gosh! oh my gosh!
Eating ayea toadstool like the one peter tosh-a
Uh, uh uhh, alone with the track man
Uh, pardon me, uhh, as i come back
As i did it yo i heard you beg your pardon
When i travel to the sun i roll with the squadron
Rrrrrroaw rrrrrrroaw like a dungeon dragon
Change your little drawers cause your pants are saggin
Try to step to this, i will, fits you in a turban
And had you smellin right, like some old stale urine
Checkady-choco, the chocolate chicken
The rear cock diesel, for chicks they were kickin
Yo, bustin out before the busta bust a nut the rhyme
The rhythm is in sync (uhh!) the rhymes are on time (time!)
Rippin up this dance just like a radio
Observe the vibe and check out the scenario!!
*chorus starts* yeah, my man motherfucker!

Chorus

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15. _ Vivrant Thing

16. _ Jazz (we Got The...)

Intro/chorus

We got the jazz [x4]

Verse one: q-tip

Stern firm and young with a laid-back tongue
The aim is to succeed and achieve at 21
Just like ringling brothers, i'll daze and astound
Captivate the mass, cause the prose is profound

Do it for the strong, we do it for the meek
Boom it in your boom it in your boom it in your jeep
Or your honda or your beemer or your legend or your benz
The rave of the town to your foes and your friends

So push it, along, trails, we blaze
Don't deserve the gong, don't deserve the praise
The tranquility will make ya unball your fist
For we put hip-hop on a brand new twist

A brand new twist with the homie-alistic
So low-key that ya probably missed it
And yet it's so loud that it stands in the crowd
When the guy takes the beat, they bowed

So raise up squire, address your attire
We have no time to wallow in the mire
If you're on a foreign path, then let me do the lead
Join in the essence of the cool-out breed

Then cool out to the music cuz it makes ya feel serene
Like the birds and the bees and all those groovy things
Like getting stomach aches when ya gotta go to work
Or staring into space when you're feeling berserk

I don't really mind if it's over your head
Cuz the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead
So pay attention, it's not hard to decipher
And after the horns, you can check out the phifer

Chorus

Verse two: phife dawg

Competition, dem phifer come sideway
But competition, dey mus' me come straightway
Competition, dem phifer come sideway
But competition, dey mus' come straightway

Hows about that, it seems like it's my turn again
All through the years my mike has been my best friend
I know some brothers wonder, can phifer really kick it?
Some even wanna dis me, but why sweat it?

I'm all into my music cuz it's how i make papes
Tryin' to make hits, like kid capri makes tapes
Me sweat another? i do my own thing
Strictly hardcore tracks, not a new jack swing

I grew up as a christian so to jah i give thanks
Collect my banks, listen to shabba ranks
I sing, and chat, i do all of that
It's 1991 and i refuse to come wack

I take off my hat to other crews that intend to rock
But the low end theory's here, it's time to wreck shop
I got tip and shah, so whom shall i fear
Stop look and listen, but please don't stare

So jet to the store, and buy the lp
On jive/rca, cassettes and cd's
Produced and arranged by the four-man crew
And oh shit, skiff anselm, he gets props too

Make sure you have a system with some phat house speakers
So the new shit can rock, from mars to massapequa
Cuz where i come from quality is job one
And everybody up on linden know we get the job done

So peace to that crew, and peace to this crew
Bring on the tour, we'll see you at a theatre nearest you

Verse three: q-tip

Hey yo but wait, back it up, hup, easy back it up
Please let the abstract embellish on the cut

Back and forth just like a cameo song
If you dig this joint then please come dance along
To the music cuz it's done just for the rhyme
Now i gotta scat and get mine, underline

The jazz, the what? the jazz can move that ass
Cuz the tribe originates that feelin' of pizzazz
It's the universal sound, best to brothers underground
In the one-six below, ya didn't have to go

Some say that i'm a sinner cuz i once had an orgy
And sometimes for breakfast i eat grits and porgies
If this is a stinker, then call me a stink, i ask
"what? what? what?" - now check it out

All my peoples in queens ya don't stop
Now all my peoples in brooklyn ya don't stop
And all my peoples uptown ya don't stop
That includes the bronx a' harlem ya don't stop

Now to that girl ramelle ya don't stop
I say because ladies first ya don't stop
And to the jb's, ya don't stop
And de la soul, ya don't stop

To my brand nubians ya don't stop
And to my leaders of the new ya don't stop
To my man large professor ya don't stop
Pete rock for the beat ya don't stop

Everybody in the place ya don't stop
Ya keep it on, to the rhythm, ya don't stop
And last but not least on the sure shot
It's the zulu nation

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17. _ Stressed Out

Intro/chorus: faith evans

I really know how it feels to be, stressed out, stressed out
When you're face to face with your adversity
I really know how it feels to be, stressed out, stressed out
We're gonna make this thing work out eventually

Verse one: consequence, q-tip

Yo i ain't one to complain but there's things in the game
(what's your name?) consequence, i'm tight, burnt like flames
(and why's that?) american dreams, they got this ghetto kid in a fiend

Don't stress that cause it's not in your bloodstream
Your whole being, comes from greatness, d'you remember
Shatan got you caught in the storms of december
And brothers on the block packin nines like september
Crazy situations keeps pockets on slender

Yo i be on the avenue where they be actin brand new
I'm splurgin on these reebok joints for shorty boo

All of a sudden, i saw these two kids frontin
Talkin out they joints but they wasn't sayin nuttin
My hand was on my toolie they was actin unruly
(say word) yo word up, yo i was tight caught up
But i swallowed my pride and let that nonsense ride
Because i'm positive it seems that negative dies

Yo we was at the dice game makin these cats look silly
Flamin, steady runnin off at the willie

I had my cash mixed, my rent due, with my play-dough
I gotta see some loot so all my girls i blow
Shook them shits in my palm let em hit the flo'
Kept my eyeballs scopin for them pigs po-po
I got to go on the ave see my parole by fo'
But i gotta steady freak these boys like jojo

And i was doin it, til i met ike, spike, and mike
One roll, they had my pockets thirstier than sprite

Yo i know the feelin, when you feelin like a villain
You be havin good thoughts but the evils be revealin
And the stresses of life can take you off the right path (no doubt)
Jealousy and envy tends to infiltrate your staff
We gotta hold it down so we can move on past
All adversities, so we can get through fast, like that

Chorus

Verse two: consequence

You got the n.w.o. (low cash flow)
Your baby's on the way (and you don't know who)
And crosstown niggaz tryin to (bust at you)
Aiyyo they got me stressed out (and you don't know what to do)
So frame this kodak black, and vision to my contact
With a poultry scrap, workers get pistol smacked
The switch hittin queens, niggaz liquid sword spittin
With raw poppy, and now your first love is krill
Your vision of the mil got crept like hey lover
Tried to rise to the top, you just couldn't recover
And all i want is my laceration of the pie
To get this whip cream before the water runs dry
Niggaz flashdancin yo i don't know why
You're sick of snitchin, she got you cruisin to the pokey
Like smokey, the stress be tryin to squeeze out a homey
While i be tryin to get star status like shinobi
So we can build a dynasty, just like the toby's
And all i want, is the world to know my steez
These money hungry niggaz is seven thirty
And got me stressed out like these frog mc's

Chorus

Outro: faith evans

Don't worry we gon make it (gonna make it)
Don't worry we gon make it (oh yeah)
Don't worry we gon make it (gonna make it)
We gon make it (gotta make it)
Don't worry we gon make it (gotta make it)
We're gonna make it (we gotta make it)
Don't worry we gon make it (we gonna make it)
We gonna make it (ohhhhhhh)
Don't worry we gon make it (ohhhhhhh)
Don't worry we gon make it (gonna make it)
Don't worry we gon make it (ohhhhhhh)
We gon make it (ahaowwhwwww)
Don't worry we gon make it (ahahwwww)
I know we gonna make it (we're gonna make it)
C'mon baby we gon make it (yeahhhh)
We gon make it (yeahhahhahhhh)
Don't worry we gon make it (we're gonna make it)
We've gotta make it (we've gotta make it)
We've gotta make it (oh yeah)
Know we're gonna make it
We're gonna make it, gonna make it, we gotta make it, know we gonna make it...

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18. _ I Left My Wallet In El Segundo

My mother went away for a month-long trip
Her and some friends on an ocean-liner ship
She made a big mistake by leaving me home
I had to roam so i picked up the phone
Dialed ali up to see what was going down
Told him i pick him up so we could drive around
Took the dodge dart, a '74
My mother left a yard but i needed one more
Shaheed had me covered with a hundred greenbacks
So we left brooklyn and we made big tracks
Drove down the belt, got on the conduit
Came to a toll, we paid and went through it
Had no destination, we was on a quest
Ali laid in the back so he could get rest
Drove down the road for two-days-and-a-half
The sun had just risen on a dusty path
Just then a figure had caught my eye
A man with a sombrero who was four feet high
I pulled over to ask were we was at
His index finger he tipped up his hat
"el segundo," he said, "my name is pedro
If you need directions, i'll tell you pronto"
Needed civilization, some sort of reservation
He said a mile south, there's a fast food station
Thanks, senor, as i start up the motor
Ali said, "damn, tip, why you drive so far for?"

(well describe to me what the wallet looks like)

Anyway a gas station we passed
We got gas and went on to get grub
It was a nice little pub in the middle of nowhere
Anywhere would have been better
I ordered enchiladas and i ate 'em
Ali had the fruit punch
When we finished we thought for ways to get back
I had a hunch
Ali said, "pay for lunch"
So i did it
Pulled out the wallet and i saw this wicked beautiful lady
She was a waitress there
Put the wallet down and stared and stared
To put me back into reality, here's shaheed:
"yo, tip, man, you got what you need?"
I checked for keys and started to step
What do you know, my wallet i forget

Yo, it was a brown wallet, it had props numbers
Had my jimmy hats i got to get it man

Lord, have mercy
The heat got hotter, ali stars to curse me
I fell bad but he makes me feel badder
Chit-chit-chatter, car stars to scatter
Breaking on out, we was northeast bound
Jettin' on down at the seepd of sound
Three days coming and three more going
We get back and there was no slack
490 madison, we're here, sha
He said, "all right, tip, see you tomorrow"
Thinking about the past week, the last week
Hands go in my pocket, i can't speak
Hopped in the car and torpe'ed to the shack
Of shaheed, "we gotta go back" when he said
"why?" i said, "we gotta go
'cause i left my wallet in el segundo"

Yeah, i left my wallet in el segundo
Left my wallet in el segundo
Left my wallet in el segundo
I gotta get, i got-got ta get it