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[d-life]
This is the master d-life
As we set it off with my mans a tribe called quest
And uhh, we got to do it like this baby
We got to do it like that baby
We got the good shit not the bullshit, yaknahmean? ha hah
We bout to count it down, we bout to count it off
It goes a-one, two, three, ahh!

[q-tip]
Malik we gettin back into that shit again
And when we rhyme, brothers need to break they pens, uh-oh
It's the love movement never ends
The rap game'll never be the same again
(phife dawg where you at baby?) we came again

[phife dawg]
Here i come again, you feelin fine?
The dawg is like a overflowin rhyme from mind
Usually mess with shorties whose a 8 or 9
Shorty bump around to the bass-line

[q-tip]
F keeps a burner on the waist-line
That cat's trickin off, i ain't wastin mine
You feel the uniqueness, you seekin this?
And when we do it, we be freakin this

[phife dawg]
Don't even front, you know you feelin this
My shade is borderin around licorice (licorice)
Enjoyin this tune, glad you playin it
(aiyyo phife what's the hook?)
Here we sayin it, sayin it, sayin it

Chorus: with d-life

My pad and my pen (ah ah, you didn't go there)
The beat and the blend (say word, you didn't go there)
The party won't end (you know, we got to be there)
Just keep your ?, buildin with friends, yo
* repeat 2x w/ variations *

[q-tip]
We're down for life with one destiny
It seems that the devil keeps testin me
Got the illest part of the recipe
Yo tell your homegirl to stop stressin me (stop it)
Undressin me is the part you really like
Brothers hold the cracks now they holdin mics
The cusses you get, ? steady rights
Marauders, we did that shit at mid-night, a-ah-aight-aight

[phife dawg]
I love it when my honeydip be slobbin me
Don't take it personal it's just comedy
My comedy completely turned to tragedy
I sense some of these rappers still be mad at me
Sweatin her because of her anatomy
When i bang you it'll be assault and battery
Don't make me discombobulate your micraphone
Talkin trash will only get you freakin head, flown

[q-tip]
Uhh, buy em out the box, never faulty ones
Get in that ass like karate son
I act with the light, sometimes it's lookin grim
We manage a smile, sometimes we slip it in

[phife dawg]
My tribe be worldwide like the nike swoosh
Emcees be soundin moist like vagina juice
The top of the world, we pursuin it
Don't worry about a thing, cause we doin it
Doin it, doin it

Chorus 2x

[d-life]
That's the way we do.. c'mon, that's the way we do
It's the nigga d-life, with t-c-q
That's the way we are.. and the beat won't stop
Got to blow it up for the top..
Didn't think you knew how we rock..

Chorus:

All we want in this life
Is peace, prosperity and a little paper
Objects that seem greater
But i'm sure well over come when we illin on a drum
(repeat 2x)

Verse one: q-tip

We in a world that places heavy emphasis on money synthesis
Y'all can be my witnesses
That a fella fascination with money has grown
To the point that he will shit on his own
We got to have it y'all, its not a spike lee cinematic
A piece of paper makin niggaz get dramatic
But the money doesnt come automatic
Gotta motivate ourselves to go and grab it
We got to get it yall, in an orderly fashion
Some cats go about it with too much passion
We got to mediate our greedy levels
Cuz the lust of currency can have us sleepin with the devil
Gotta recognize it, realize the power
That this little ma-huckin piece of paper will devour
Man can be greater than the thing he creates
See, i'ma do my thing and see how much i can scrape
Yo i'd rather have respect than money, no doubt
But listen to me y'all, i want the mass amount
That the sesame street dracula cant count
So that i can give my people when that thing surmounts
To higher levels.. of being.. so when i'm mc-ing
I hope to see you there steady g-ing (say word)
But the only way we can truly reach that goal
Is finding true inner peace and prospering souls
It's like that

Chorus

Verse two: phife

Here comes your royal highness, one of queens finest
Believe me, honest, you know you can't stop it
Come on son, never leave your mic round me
True mc for real ask my man shaheed
Strictly focused on what im in this rap game for
Not for fame and screwing every whore after whore
With all that aids stuff going round
Tell me how that sound
Rather hit the studio and hear some beats that pound
Now, dont get me wrong i love honeys galore
But see hip-hop's my bread butter
Cause that's what i get paid for
See this is what i wanted
Allah helped me to get it
And if the beat is wicked
You know malik will rip it
From the bottom of my heart
Thats where the love starts
The love for breakdancing
My love for the art
And with this love i do hip-hop from the soul
A real mc, who never sweats how many copies are sold
Yeah i want to go gold, platinum, uh-huh etceteras
But why put out some wackness when no one will respect ya
Im staying true nuff respect to those that paved the way
From bambaata down to shah; that be my dj
With out my peeps i dont know how the hell id make it, word
Sometimes i feel that my career is headed for the curb
One love for the lendin hand and giving all your help
Believing in me when i didnt believe in my own self
The abstract with whom im always making rugged tunes
Kid hood restin in heaven, i hope to see you soon
I keep things hot and this year they're even hotter
Big mu and shah, one day i'll take my shahada
Out

Chorus q-tip:
Oh my god (16x)

Q-tip:
Listen up everybody the bottom line
I'm a black intellect, but unrefined
With precision like a bullet, target bound
Just livin like a hooker, the harlett sounds
Now when i say the harlett, you know i mean the hot
Heat in the equator, the brothers in the pot
Jalick, jalick ya wind up ya hip
Draftin of the poets, i'm the #7 pick
Licks, licks, licks boy on your backside
Licks, licks, licks boy on your backside
Listen to the fader, shaheed lets it glide
Tip the earthly body
Heaven's on my side
Even in santo domingo
Can i gotta gringo
Yo, we got mics, when do we go?
Know a little nigga who can ryhme when you ask me
Short, dark, and plus his voice is raspy

Phife
1 for the treble, 2 for the bass
You know the style tip, now watch me rip this
I like my beats harder than two day old shit
Steady eatin booty mcs like cheese grits
My man al b. sure, he's in effect mode
Used to have a crush on dawn from en vogue
It's not like honey dip would wanna get with me
But just in case i own more condoms than tlc
Now the formula is this...me, tip, and ali
For those who can't count it goes 1-2-3
The answer...big up is how i be
Brothas find it's hard to do, but never me
Some brothas try to dis malik
You see'm catchin me
Don't worry about them booty mcs, my shit be hittin
Trainin gladiator, anti-hesitator
Shaheed push the fader from here to granada
Mister energetic
Who me, sound pathetic?
When's the last time you heard a funky diabetic?
I don't know man(3x)
I don't know(2x)

Chorus:

Q-tip
Complimentary it be
The thief of poetry
I got a humdinger comin hook, line and sinker
The timbo hits with the prints underground
Timbo's on the toes, i like the way it's goin down
Down like the lady of the evenin
When it goes in hun just beleive the sin
Cuz queens is the county, jamaica is the place
(phife: take off your boots cuz you can't run the race)
See, this is how we do when we keep it on and on
Do what...
Got my man big mo with the streets and the papes
My man big mo with the streets and caprice
This is how we do when we keep the wildin sheets
Cuz we got to do it like this, we aim to please
See ya next lp and next cd and next cassette
Yo, we about to jet
We a tribe called quest and we the midnight marauders
Tribe called quest and we the midnight marauders
See ya next time cuz we the midnight marauders
A yo, we out cuz we the midnight marauders
Go to the record store and get the shit
We work hard
We a tribe called quest and we the midnight marauders
Queens got it's own and brooklyn got it's own
Like that

Verse one: q-tip

Yup yup yup
To the north to the south to the east to the west
I don't discriminate boy i bring it to your chest
If you oppose, then your soul will decompose
Strive to get money and i'm not no hoe
Fresher than the air that you're breathing through your nose
Fuller than the kicks that you're puttin on your toes
You can ask bo but yo that nigga don't know
About the dominant factor the accurate rapper
Here's the next chapter, page ninety-five
Niggaz so hard it's a wonder they alive
But yo we still survive through the danger that lurks
My eyes remain wide while you ask like urk
And yo my family matters, so all you mad hatters
Put your thinking caps on and motherfuckin brainstorm
Cause i got the plan that wins and can't lose
Your man knows who's nice say tip he'll say "true"
A lot of these jokers out here is blase
I'll be rockin mikes until a horse says hey
Some are preoccupied with glamour and glitz
Actin all boogee and making big movies
But i'll be in the cut call me incognito
Busy makin joints that will bump for my people
You're listening to a man who was something for nothing
Stay in me forever head, never be frontin

Chorus: repeat 2x

Once in a while we have fun in the mix [never ever]
In to good living, but some be into glitz [true dat]
Everybody knew, all the fellas and the chicks [trigga e]
Gotta wear a shoe that fits
...to all my peoples

Verse two:

C'mon word, check it out now [you out there?]
Uh, uh, check it out now [you out there?]
What? uh, check it out now [louder! louder!]
[louder! louder!] uh, check it out, yo

Peace to the girl named hurricane g
Peace to my girl named dawn paris
Peace to the organzied kon-fus-ion
Peace to all my shorties that be dying too young
Peace to both coasts and the land in between
Peace to your man if you're doing your thing
Peace to my peoples who was incarcerated
Asalaam alaikum means peace, don't debate it
Devouring, and towering over fools
Your mic is broke and my shit's cool
The black man with the understandin of
The three wise men and the theories of zen
Yo i get inside the crevice like a dentist
Disrupt, the block, like dennis, the menace
Shaheed is on the needle, the shit it won't weeble
Or wobble, your rhymes is mixed up like boggle
Bingo! that was the damn dog's name
But yo i know another one with much more fame
The phife dawg, and that's my word to the cipher
About to bring it to your chest and cause strife check it out
You're doubling back, to your rhyming pad
What i represent is mc's gone mad
In a perfect world there's imperfect acts
We've come like a god to redirect alla that
So people with a gift can just flaunt and get money
So much, we in the bank that the shit ain't funny
Money is invested in real estate and stocks
But not inside the glamour cuz all of that stops

Outro: consequence

Yo dis the cons to the quence
Up in ya like a stiff one, knowhatimean?
It's nine-five, you got to live it or rip it
So if you step on the streets keep it movin, knowhatimean?

Chorus

And it's yours

Commentatin', you illustratin,
All the beautiful things that a baller can go for
But i'm not that, i don't like to floss
If you need me in your universe, listen it's yours

Uhuh uh uh...

And it's yours

[chorus]
Do you like this? yea
Do you want this? yea
Well if you had it would you flaunt this? hell yea
Well it's yours

Talkin to a player who's already played can
Soon lead to boredom and your feelings just may fade
Never be intrigued by the young boy face
Look inside me love you see i got wild taste
I don't really know but
Somebody said that
A high-priced girl can really lay in your head
I don't know

If it's true now, i leave it up to you

Queenstyle, uh, well it's yours

Your style plus angle done up with finesse
Is rubbing you right and i hope you don't
Fess
Now it's time, to introduce
Myself as tip so cut the other cats loose
Listen, i hope you're diggin this tune
Cause when i get you in a room i'm gonna make you swoon
A b s t r a c t
Usually the reason why a lady wants me
She write down her number, i make impact
Which only occurs, if the club ain't packed
So ??? come on, stop whilin, i got it all fixed
Just listen to the mix to the mix.....

Break down yall, break it down (x4)

To da beat, to da beat....

Ali, ali, ali.....

Common talk, deserves a walk,
While i sit in a range
Everything he says to you from now on
Since talkin to me, it all seems strange
Definitely
You will agree
Just let your mind be free
Relax yourself, i got you now
Yo, this is the place to be

What what what.....

Romance uh, romance uh, romance uh

A cracker jack joint to put on your ring finger
When you're all alone thoughts of us still linger
Once the picture is finished, the music ain't done
The difference is the memories, we had fun
Cause they'll be plenty of nights, that we can excite
No other could be me because i shoot the g right
Frid up some ??? with the collard green special
It's my crib, i'm fred and you're ethel
Massage your head up with a temple rub
While we cool and make love to a ???? dub
It's deeper than the tangible i want in
Can't you see it in my eyes, it's yours, it's no surprise
So we takin you back yo
And we illin on the track yo
On the dance floor never ever lie
Here we go one more time uh

Chorus

Q-tip:

Let me flaunt the style (style), i think that the time's near
That we drop studs (studs), there will be no duds here
Rappers play the dumb (dumb), kinda on the space tip
But when they hear the jams (jams), they be on the dilsnick
Now i'm not for the rock (rock), i know the territory
Go ahead and try (try), that's a different story
Similar to grimm (grimm), i could write a better one
All about a kid (kid), who couldn't rap and didn't run
Stand (stand) aside (aside), when the rap is gettin dumb
Resort to baggin billy (billy), askin can he have some
No, never ever (ever) come back and try again man
If you come back (back), i'll be the first to shake your hand
Competitions good (good), it brings out the vital parts
The abstract poetic ('etic), majors in recital arts
Do it for the kids (kids), the elders and the rap peers
When the job is done (done), then we hear a lot of cheers
Gotta feel the vibes (vibes), come from my creation
If the hands clap (clap) are filled with elation
Here i am ghetto, full with a lot of steam
Think i gotta, i think i gotta, i think i gotta scream (scream)
Cuz that's how good it feels child
Let your hair down (down), so we can get buckwild
Do your ill dance (dance), don't think about the next man
We must have unity and think of the bigger plan
The vision, we fall (fall) we must stick together, see
I'd like to take this time (time) to say what's up to kool g
The name is q-tip (tip), the midnight marauder
Give enough respect ('spect) to afrika bambaataa
As a man in the world (world), i must do my job
Take care of mama duke (duke), i won't resort to rob
Bob you'll get your dough (dough), mase is my witness
Obsessed with the rap (rap), for its the mental fitness
Like shootin cee-lo (lo), and always gettin headcracks
The industry is luck (luck), winning with the fake raps
Peace to the crews (crews), who pump the real hip hop
Not sellin out (out) from hardrock to disc jock...
(from disc jock to hardrock, from hardrock to disc jock)

Phife:

I don't know what to say, but here i go freak it
If the papes come, then you know i'll seek it
I'm just a short brotha, dark skin face
Weigh a buck-fifty, 36 waist
My hair is crazy curly
Front like mr. furley
To this day, i still believe that no mc can serve me
Brothas try to front, but everybody know (know)
I get more props than the arsenio hall show
Party animal i was, but now i chill at home
All i do is write rhymes, eat, drink, shit and bone
Found my thrill in amityville, i'm always in the island
Fudge and monkey know the time, they know who keeps 'em smilin
Go out on my own, somethin that i gotta do
Do what the hell i want and have no one to listen to
I'm prompt with my business and i do things on the double
Yo, i'm out like buster douglass, i say peace to mc trouble
Rest in peace

Q-tip:

Word up, rest in peace, and you know what else?
We got, we got, we got the vibe (vibe)
All the people in long island, we got the vibe (vibe)
Brooklyn and queens, we got the vibe (vibe)
Uptown and new york, we got the vibe (vibe)
People upstate, we got the vibe (vibe)
If you're in dc, you got the vibe (vibe)
Maryland, virginia, carolina vibe (vibe)
Out west, we got the vibe (vibe)
In the bahamas, we got the vibe (vibe)
Over in europe, you know what? we got the vibe
And we gotta keep it alive, it goes on...

Of rap i'm a fan, i've seen a whole lot of subs
Goods with the girls, i got a whole lot of 'em
From fat to skinny, freeda to winnie (winnie)
Emma to cindy, constance to wendy (wendy)
Cuz i be more friendly (friendly), never on the snotty side
I don't brag to brothas about the little papes i got (got)
My vocal styles can vary, the sight is never scary (scary)
It's only legendary ('dary), my father well prepared me ('pared me)
My job ain't temporary, i'm here for the long shot
Better yet, the long term, i don't have a perm (perm)
In a way i do, call 'em the perma-naps
I'm crazy slap-happy and i'm scrappy when i'm nappy
When i get the mic in my hand and the crowd in stands (stands)
It's as good as grand like that (that)

I wanna say peace and dedicate this joint to mc trouble and to
Um...trouble t-roy
And to um...scott la rock and to um...cowboy, you know what i'm sayin?
This is for the slain rappers and the fallen rappers
You know what i'm sayin (sayin)?
This is a special, special, special, special, special dedication
And also to my pops and also to vinny, his moms (moms)
You know what i'm sayin?
You just gotta keep it happy and keep the vibes going
And this is vibes and stuff
And we out...

Check my style out
Life situations are the one i speak about
It seems cats now-a-days we gettin' introduced to courage
Don't get discouraged 'cause my words will threw her like flourish
We got the bounty
We from the queen's county
Overlookin' things like a rushmore mounty
And got no other choice except to get a little love
We rise above
We be fittin' like a glove
Thr pain in my heart is getting dosed by joy
We have no other boy but to bring the b-boy
There's nothin' on this erb that can end still fear
The locomive, puttin' my thing in gear
I only have the fear of guard and that's aqua
You need binaca
Your trap is blazing like blanca
I got the lethal you couldn't put a match to it
Let me know yo we could do it like stu it
Mind over matter action is needed
When the big one not to be super seeded
Responsibility is somethin' i can't deny
The illegallies is narcist reply
Most cats scrambled to do 'cause they want to
But on the kick rising in the past on in prompt to
My lily's hot like two links in the skillet
A room filled with speakers one stage, watch me kill it
Now we should resort from the cradle to the grave
Round and opposition twisted like super dave
You be looking, bub, just like uncle jesse
Don't make the scene messy
'cause it'll jump that's word aunt betsy
Profound sentences to pure lyric dems
Some of my friends be like a people with stems
Folks be on the chase for this cheddar
Thinkin' it makes your life better
But it can make you ass out
And when i'm at a show chicks never pass out
We got the noise to make the whole mash out
A tribe called quest make the party go down
Plus we make posite divots to fill up all your crowns
Lyrics come to cats like a hot and cold flash
So can come with ease if four and a smash
Held the fort down like the justice league all the super friends
But in the world turn more spins
Brothers walk the street with the ill pace face
City life breeze contempt for each race
All pages due to a law and i should say it
It' the abstract, motor, vader, making things, making things better
Puttin' things in perspective to rock and roll
'cause you know this kid is got wild soul
Of every kind of drama
Like stars out pirhanna
Cold like ice jazzed hot like a sauna
It's the has verse the the half guess who's arrived in the hood
Exposing all wrongs it's all good
Yo word up, hip-hop is live like a wire
Let's get a little bit before the whole joint expire
I got to stress it again
You see it's for my ken
And all my babies
Children of the world, no maybe's
To you we got to move through
And push through
Because we got to make it happen keep the true blue

It's like that
So much confusion goin' on
So much confusion goin' on
Inside all mine
Inside all mine
So much confusion goin' on
Uh, uh, uh, uh
But everything will be fine
So much confusion goin' on
So much confusion goin' on
Gotta make it alright
Gotta make it alright
Gotta elevate your mind
Elevate your mind
Elevate your mind
Elevate your mind
Elevate your mind
Elevate your mind
Elevate your mind