Verse one: q-tip
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Yup yup yup
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To the north to the south to the east to the west
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I don't discriminate boy i bring it to your chest
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If you oppose, then your soul will decompose
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Strive to get money and i'm not no hoe
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Fresher than the air that you're breathing through your nose
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Fuller than the kicks that you're puttin on your toes
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You can ask bo but yo that nigga don't know
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About the dominant factor the accurate rapper
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Here's the next chapter, page ninety-five
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Niggaz so hard it's a wonder they alive
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But yo we still survive through the danger that lurks
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My eyes remain wide while you ask like urk
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And yo my family matters, so all you mad hatters
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Put your thinking caps on and motherfuckin brainstorm
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Cause i got the plan that wins and can't lose
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Your man knows who's nice say tip he'll say "true"
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A lot of these jokers out here is blase
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I'll be rockin mikes until a horse says hey
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Some are preoccupied with glamour and glitz
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Actin all boogee and making big movies
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But i'll be in the cut call me incognito
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Busy makin joints that will bump for my people
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You're listening to a man who was something for nothing
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Stay in me forever head, never be frontin
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Chorus: repeat 2x
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Once in a while we have fun in the mix [never ever]
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In to good living, but some be into glitz [true dat]
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Everybody knew, all the fellas and the chicks [trigga e]
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Gotta wear a shoe that fits
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...to all my peoples
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Verse two:
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C'mon word, check it out now [you out there?]
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Uh, uh, check it out now [you out there?]
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What? uh, check it out now [louder! louder!]
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[louder! louder!] uh, check it out, yo
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Peace to the girl named hurricane g
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Peace to my girl named dawn paris
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Peace to the organzied kon-fus-ion
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Peace to all my shorties that be dying too young
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Peace to both coasts and the land in between
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Peace to your man if you're doing your thing
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Peace to my peoples who was incarcerated
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Asalaam alaikum means peace, don't debate it
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Devouring, and towering over fools
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Your mic is broke and my shit's cool
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The black man with the understandin of
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The three wise men and the theories of zen
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Yo i get inside the crevice like a dentist
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Disrupt, the block, like dennis, the menace
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Shaheed is on the needle, the shit it won't weeble
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Or wobble, your rhymes is mixed up like boggle
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Bingo! that was the damn dog's name
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But yo i know another one with much more fame
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The phife dawg, and that's my word to the cipher
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About to bring it to your chest and cause strife check it out
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You're doubling back, to your rhyming pad
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What i represent is mc's gone mad
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In a perfect world there's imperfect acts
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We've come like a god to redirect alla that
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So people with a gift can just flaunt and get money
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So much, we in the bank that the shit ain't funny
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Money is invested in real estate and stocks
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But not inside the glamour cuz all of that stops
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Outro: consequence
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Yo dis the cons to the quence
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Up in ya like a stiff one, knowhatimean?
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It's nine-five, you got to live it or rip it
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So if you step on the streets keep it movin, knowhatimean?
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Chorus
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Glamour & Glitz
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| A Tribe Called Quest |
