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Intro: Kamaal (Q-Tip)
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Phony rappers who do not write
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Phony rappers who do not excite
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Phony rappers, check it out, aight
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Verse One: Kamaal (Q-Tip)
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Yo, I was riding the train
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And this Puerto Rican kid said simple and plain
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Let's battle
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It kinda took me by surprised
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Cuz the brother was moving wit his eyes on the prize
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I said screw it, I ain't got nuttin to lose but um
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But I got to do this shit real quick so um
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Hurry up kid, bust your joints and then I'll bust mine
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And I be out cuz I got to see this hottie, he said ok
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Now check it, check it out, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, that's what he said
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Then I came back and just fucked up his head
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Cuz yo, he thought an MC who was seen on TV
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Couldn't hold the shit down in New York City
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Aiyyo, I showed his ass, then I went off on my task
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To bless her ass Uptown, real MC's will hold it down
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Yea, yea, sonny, to the beat like that
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You wanna bring it to me, where you at
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Verse Two: Phife Dawg
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Yes, dread, I had a similiar situation
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When this kid tried to tell me I didn't deserve my occupation
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He said I wasn't shit that I was soon to fall
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I looked him up and down, grab my crotch and said balls
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Of course he tried to bring it on the battling tip
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Ay, you know me, you know I had to come out my shit
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Trying to lounge at the mall, meet Skef and Mr Walton
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Finally I banged his ass wit the verbal assault
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He said a rhyme about his .45 and his nickelbags of weed
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That's when I preceeded to give him what he needed
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Talking 'bout I need a Phillie right before I get loose
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Poor excuse, money please, i get loose off of orange juice
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Preferly Minute Maid cuz that's exactly what it takes
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To write a rhyme, huh, to school your nickels and your dimes
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Because an MC like me be on TV
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Don't mean I can't hold my shit down in NYC
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Phony rappers who do not write
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Phony rappers who do not excite
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Phony rappers, you know they type
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Phony rappers, check it
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Verse Three: Phife, Consequence
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It seems there's a sanitation, y'all full of thrash talker
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Sounding good but money can you feed the dog hawker
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Talking 'bout your mic days and your breakdancing
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Not enhancing, you sound tired
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Oh, shit, I didn't know you like to play yourself in front'cha friends
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Sitting there, lying to no end
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MC's for me make things happening
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Talk about a world but in a form of rapping
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Who will be the captain of this ship
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If it goes down, don't you know you have to go wit it
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Just because you rhyme for a couple of weeks
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Doesn't mean that you've reach the MC's peak
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Let me stop sounding all bitter
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Ghetto child, never be a quitter
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But don't be a phony in the litter
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Take it as a letter from the better
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Take it from a man who used to rhyme in busted ass jetta's
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C: Yo, Phife, you need a condom
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P: Word to God, mess around
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I catch Aids from Mc's being on my nuts too hard
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C: Cuz on my blvd you better bring your bodyguard
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P: And what's your blvd
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C: LP, I represent naturally
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P: So don't step on the rolly if you know that you're phony
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Or else I bend that ass like elbow macaroni
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Cuz I gotta keep it real (gotta keep it real)
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A Tribe Called Quest, you see we never half step
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C: (So on your mark) get ready, MC's be jetti
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Me and Phifey be on ya like Veronica and Betty
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Archie, Jughead, snuffing Mc's
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From Brainslane down to Hempstead
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P: Yes 'Quence, see over
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His rhyme style is older that a Chrysler car Nova
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I'm wilder then the cats from Arizona
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Villanova, un, un, Kentucky
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Whos' the next MC stepping up to try and bust me
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Bring him here and boy, will I ever let him have it
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C: And when it comes to the microphone, don't even try to grab it
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What?
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phony rappers
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| a tribe called quest |
