Phife:
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The mad man Malik makes MCs run for Milk of Magnesia
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Maybe that'll ease ya
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Master of this microphone mackin, master as in great
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I'll have your brain goin in circles as my style tends to ovulate
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I'm makin moves, never movies, that's why y'all MCs lose me
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Retrace, won't, so your stubborn like groupies
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Kid, you know my flava, tear this whole jam apart
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Fuck around and have your heart, like Jordan had Starks
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While you playin hokey pokey, there's no time to be dokey
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Cuz I come out to play every night like Charles Oakley
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Dissin around with wack rhymin
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You lose your grip from chalk climbin
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Let me take this time to say R.I.P. to Phyllis Hyman
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Who never got the props that she damn well deserved
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But see me, you don't wanna see me, cuz all MCs are gettin served
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The nerve, for you to even step to the Phifer
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I'll bumrush your set and crush your whole cypher
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Reserve, a spot for me in hip hop's hall of fame
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Cuz rappin ain't no game, big up your head and maintain
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Yeah, Queens forever in this piece crushin any beef
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Ain't nuthin sweet, the bakery's across the fuckin street
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Phife Dawg, swingin it back and forth just like Aaliyah
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Makin moves on your heart like that trick Tamia
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No doubt about it, I love hip hop to death
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But yo Tip, bring in the chorus cuz I'm losin my breath
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Consequence:
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A, yo, you know the deal when the diggy Dawg is on the scene
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We got the fiend bumpin straight from the borough Queens
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You know the deal when the diggy Dawg is on the scene
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We got the fiend bumpin straight from the borough Queens
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You know the deal when the diggy Dawg is on the scene
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You know the deal, ha, you know the deal
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Phife:
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Big up pop Duke, that's where I caught my athleticism
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My mama, no doubt, that's where I got my lyricism
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My nana, that's where I got my spiritualism
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As for Tip and Shah, they made me stop from smokin izm
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Now, when I'm with some cheese, I be lettin off gism
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Writin rhymes since Daddy Kane and Biz Mark was on Prism
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I gotta brave heart like the one named Shirley Chisholm
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As for my late twin, boy, I wish I was with him
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Got the Lightro in the back talkin bout (come on, get him)
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And when it comes to rhymes, no doubt, I flip em
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Sucka MC in my path, hey main, I say we ship him
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Money please, your rhymes are wack, say word, this geek is trippin
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Just because my name is Phife, my man, I'm never slippin
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I got the type of flave to have your ass straight bitchin
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For those who act cute, see I got them on mute
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Have you walkin through your projects in your birthday suit
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Cuz your style is off loot, so I played him like a flute
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If youse a sucka MC, then it's you I rebuke
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My style is, everday all day, similar to water
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Crushin MCs as if my name was Sargent Slaughter
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Keep shit hotter...than a sauna
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Or better yet, the hormones on your Christian daughter
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Hey, I tried to warn her
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My sounds the type to kill, like the grill on Lauryn Hill
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So all ya sucka MCs, y'all best go chill
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Bout to go to Union Square so I can see my care bear
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Singin good stuff in my ear, runnin fingers through my hair
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Represent the Zulu Nation with illy rap creations
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Just keep shit hotter than Death Row-Bad Boy confrontations
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Chillin with Fudge Love because he represents the Haitians
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Ya naw'mean
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Word up
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I just wanna big up everybody for supportin A Tribe Called Quest
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Through the years
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This be the fourth LP, you know what I'm sayin?
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Tip, Shaheed and Phife, Beats, Rhymes and Life
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Featuring my man, you know what I'm sayin, Consequence
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192 is the area where we represent, for the ladies and gents, ha ha
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You know what I'm sayin? Big up Shaheed Muhammad, that's my man
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Christine, you know what I'm sayin, word life (fading out)
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The Abstract Poetic, rockin this track
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Bouncin it all over the place, in your face
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You know what I'm sayin? My man Lightro...
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Baby Phife's Return
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A Tribe Called Quest |