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Chorus(scratching):
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Clap your hands now
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Phife:
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Brothas know the flavs when the Quest gets loose
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Slammin sucka fuckas like the wrestler Zeus
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Crazier than Tupac in that flick called Juice
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Cock is longer than the hat worn by Dr. Seuss
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Love a girl in Daisy Dukes like them kids called Deuce
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Gets paid to sex the hoochie like my main man Luke
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Control the mic like Denzel on the girls
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Wack MCs be on the nuts like Rocket J. Squirrel
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The worst thing in the world is a sucka MC
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Favorite rap group in the world is EPMD
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Can't forget the De La, the two originality
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And if I ever went solo, my favorite MC would be me
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Phife Dawg up in the house, I give a shout out to Snoopy
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Peace to all the Questers, to hell with the groupies
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Like um, Ralph up to Potsie, Brooklyn to Dodger
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Laverne to Shirley, Rerun to Roger
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Ren to the Stimpy, Laurel to Hardy
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Q-Tip and Phifer, they mashed up the party
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Kick the rhymes and more rhymes
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Kick the beats and more beats
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We'll have you scratchin in your head, like trying all techniques
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For those who wanna oppose, just take a stand
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But for now, just shut your shit and clap your hands
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chorus:
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Q-Tip:
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You just wanna dance man, then clap your hands
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If you venture up the wrong road, then the circumstance...
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Will be crucial, I got hundreds of rhymes that'll suit you
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So listen
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The Abstract intuition is very very worthy
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I can feel ya out from Russia to Jersey
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Can't understand, the underground, it gets deep
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The low, the Nikes, the links, the jeeps
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The women, the lingo and all the other goods
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Peace to the hoods, that keep my shit on play
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Please don't do the mute when you hear me on the juke
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Brothas know my angle, it's the Star-Spangled black banner
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Hook up the beats at the funk manner
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If want a roll, then dough I be rakin
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The scope is on the world, cuz it's mine for the takin
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You know I'm gonna do it
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My shit is rock solid, but it flows like fluid
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Chemists get confused of my ill composition
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This is the third of the new Tribe addition
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MCs be swingin, but alot of them be missin
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So shut your bloodclot and listen
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Cuz I'm bringin you the ill rendition
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I'd like to send this out to the L.E.S.
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Gotta alot of rhythm and style and finesse
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Come here love, hot sex on a plat
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And when your done with that then clap
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Chorus(until end)
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clap your hands
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| a tribe called quest |
