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Q: Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden,
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we used to kick routines and presence was fittin'.
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It was I the abstract
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P: And me the five footer.
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I kicks the mad style so step off the frankfurter.
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Q: Yo, Phife, you remember that routine
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that we used to make spiffy like mister clean?
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P: Um um, a tidbit, um, a smidgen.
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I don~t get the message so you gots to run the pigeon.
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Q: You on point Phife?
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P: All the time, tip.
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Q: You on point Phife?
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P: All the time, tip.
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Q: You on point Phife?
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P: All the time, tip.
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Q: Well, then grab the microphone and let your words rip.
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P: Now here's a funky introduction of how nice I am.
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Tell your mother, tell your father, send a telegram.
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I'm like an energizer 'cause, you see, I last long.
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My crew is never ever wack because we stand strong.
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Now if you say my style is wack that's where you're dead wrong.
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I slayed that body in El Segundo then push it along.
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You'd be a fool to reply that Phife is not the man
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'cause you know and I know that you know who I am.
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A special shot of peace goes out to all my pals, you see.
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And a middle finger goes for all you punk MC's.
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'Cause I love it when you wack MC's despise me.
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They get vexed, I roll next, can~t none contest me.
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I'm just a fly MC who's five foot three and very brave.
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On job remaining, no I'm chaining cause I misbehave.
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I come correct in full effect have all my hoes in check.
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And before I get the butt the jim must be erect.
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You see, my aura~s positive I don't promote no junk.
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See, I'm far from a bully and I ain't a punk.
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Extremity in rhythm, yeah that's what you heard.
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So just clean out your ears and just check the word.
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Q: Check the rhyme y'all.
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Check the rhyme y'all.
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Check the rhyme y'all.
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Check the rhyme y'all.
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Check the rhyme y'all.
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Check the rhyme y'all.
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Check it out.
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Check it out.
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Check the rhyme y'all.
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Check the rhyme y'all.
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Check the rhyme y'all.
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Play tapes y'all.
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Check the rhyme y'all.
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Check the rhyme y'all.
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Check it out.
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Check it out.
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P: Back in days on the boulevard of Linden,
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we used to kick routines and the presence was fittin'
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It was I the Phifer,
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Q: And me, the abstract.
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The rhymes were so rumpin' that the brothers rode the 'zack.
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P: Yo, tip you recall when we used to rock
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Those fly routines on your cousin~s block.
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Q: Um, let me see, damn I can't remember.
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I receive the message and you will play the sender.
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P: You on point Tip?
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Q: All the time Phife.
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P: You on point Tip?
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Q: Yeah, all the time Phife.
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P: You on point Tip?
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Q: Yo, all the time Phife.
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P: So play the resurrector and give the dead some life.
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Q: Okay, if knowledge is the key then just show me the lock.
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Got the scrawny legs but I move just like Luke Brock,
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With speed. I'm agile plus I'm worth your while.
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One hundred percent intelligent black child.
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My optic presentation sizzles the retina.
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How far must I go to gain respect? Um.
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Well, it's kind of simple, just remain your own
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Or you'll be crazy sad and alone.
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Industry rule number four thousand and eighty,
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record company people are shady.
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So kids watch your back 'cause I think they smoke crack,
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I don't doubt it. Look at how they act.
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Off to better things like a hip-hop forum.
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Pass me the rock and I'll storm with the crew and ...
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Proper. What you say Hammer? Proper.
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Rap is not pop, if you call it that then stop.
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NC, y'all check the rhyme y'all.
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SC, y'all check it out y'all.
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Virginia, check the rhyme y'all.
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Check it out. Out.
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In London, check the rhyme, y'all.
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check the rhyme
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a tribe called quest |