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featuring Consequence
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Q-Tip:
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Your new lesson is to realize the mission when you hear it
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MCin, see I got this in my spirit
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I got verses like Mahalia singin church hymns
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So strap up because you skatin on ice that's wild thin
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A weak foundation doesn't make a good home
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That's why mine is built on chrome microphones
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We bout to do it theoretically, insteadibly, to the medley
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Come on
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It's the complete Kamal, unique, Fareed, breed
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That'll keep you broke down like a horse 5 speed
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So move buddy, a yo we got to get this money
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In this land of dead and crummy, ain't a damn thing funny
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A yo, shout out to Mobb Deep, the Extra P
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Busta Rhymes, De La, the J Beez, so don't sleep
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We got reality for the carriage
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Stayin sincere to this, so I know we gonna manage
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Give me, liberty in mass amounts and Swiss bank accounts
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With the sustainer, it'll be real
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So me and my brothas, we can sit down and build
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Like Rampage with that last boy scout appeal
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We got that silk, satin, Manhattan intelligence feel
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That keeps everything on even keels
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So all you slow brothas talkin yang, ya poo tang
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Now, we gonna show you how the real crew bang
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Consequence:
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A yo, I bring it to you live kid, Queens niggaz love static
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Your rap's had it, braggin more numbers than mathematics
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I get brains on progmatic from leavin wet dreams shattered
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That's the same copy gettin in your mug shot
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I stays hot like summertime on LBQ and boo boo
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The love shack is 192, my joint's smooth
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To watch them niggaz fall like Linque
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I keeps it brand new like school shoppin
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It's on and poppin
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The club peeps this nigga's steez like rayon
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You get laid off while I'll be gamin ghetto girl like 8-Off
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The verdict's in, I be the look of blendin
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Give up your goods cuz it's the start of your endin
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Q-Tip:
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(Where ya at?) We seein life for what it is
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(Where ya at?) We get this money for these kids
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(Where ya at?) We bout to build the foundation
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(Where ya at?)
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Phife:
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Now, all that glock totin' trash you talk will not prevail
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It's stale, you'll either be dead or in jail
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I keeps it realer than the local one mill
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Denouncin tough guy wannabes that look smoother than silk
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That's the sound of the man gettin yanked off the stage
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Tryin to front like he mad paid
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Suckin so bad, we threw his mama off the train (insane)
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MCs are just givin it all away (OK)
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Who said him know about the Quest type sound?
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Mess around and get your ass knocked down (clown)
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I dedicate this to the posers that play hard
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You wanna hear some rhymes, well come bring your bodyguard
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So he can peep the worldwide Willie that we display
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Leavin all MCs in complete disarray
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I beez a veteran MC, crushin crews for years
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You frontin hard, when you softer than the Berenstain Bears
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Yeah, chumps be like "Phife, that ain't fair"
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Fuck outta here, do I look like I care
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Come off my stage, before I grab ya neck and handle ya
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Wet ya like punani, then dry you like Canada
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Shaheed Muhammad's on the Gemini mixer
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Peace to Derrick Coleman, Mad Max and the Sixers
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I'm cappin hard cuz I got this rap shit sold
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>From Linden Boulevard down to Cascade Road
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You know my steez, I treat hip hop like a sport
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Holdin down fort up on Martinique Court like...
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Q-Tip:
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(Where ya at?) We seein life for what it is
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(Where ya at?) We get this money for these kids
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(Where ya at?) We bout to build the foundation
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(Where ya at?) We gonna start the Zulu Nation
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(Where ya at?) Come on, come on
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(Where ya at?) We gonna put it all together
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(Where ya at?) No matter what the hell the weather
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(Where ya at?)
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Uh, uh, mind power (5X)
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Uh, uh, kickin willie is good, all throughout your whole hood
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But we gotta start with the spirit first y'all
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Mind power
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mind power
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| a tribe called quest |
