[Phife]
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Linden Boulevard represent, represent
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Tribe Called Quest represent, represent
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When the mic is in my hand, I'm never hesitant
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My favourite jam back in the day was Eric B. for President
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Rude boy composer
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Step to me you're over
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Brothers wanna flex
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Youre not Mad Cobra
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MC short and black
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There aint no other
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Trini-born black like Mia Longs grandmother
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Tip and Sha they all that, Phife-Dawg ditto
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Honey tell your man to chill, or else you'll be a widow
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Did not you know that my styles are top-dollar?
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The Five-Foot Assassin knockin fleas off his collar
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Hip-hop scholar since bein knee-high to a duck
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The height of Mugsy Bogues, complexion of a hockey puck
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You better ask somebody on how we flip the script
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Come to a Tribe show and watch the three kids rip
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[Q-Tip]
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Queens is in the house represent, represent
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A Tribe Called Quest represent, represent
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No tamin of the style cuz it gets irreverent
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A Tribe Called Quest represent, represent
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Huh-huh, here we go
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You know that I'm the rebel
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Throwin out the wicked like God did the Devil
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Funky like your grandpas drawers, dont test me
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We in like that, youre dead like Presley
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When we comin through get tickets to see me
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We work for the paper so therell never be a preemie
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Lyrics are abundant cuz we got it by the mass
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Egos are all idle cuz the music is the task
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Valenzuela on the pitch, curveball, catch it
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I think I got it locked, just smooth while I latch it
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Right
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Now I must move with the quickness
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Here comes Shaheed so we must bear the witness
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Chorus
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Stir It Up x3
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Steve Biko
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Stir It Up x3
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Steve Biko
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Verse 2
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[Phife]
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New York City represent, represent
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A Tribe Called Quest represent, represent
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The Dawg is scientific with the styles I invent
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A Tribe Called Quest represent, represent
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MCs like to meddle, but heres my proposition
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I let my lyrics flow, and jumped your whole position
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I'm radical with this like the man this song is after
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Yo Tip settle down, whats the reason for the laughter?
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[Q-Tip]
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I really cant say, I guess I laugh to keep from cryin
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So much goin on, people killin, people dyin
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But I wont dwell on that, I think I'll elevate my mental
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Thanks for these bars on the Biko instrumental
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[Phife]
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Yo I take it back, Im the Indian giver
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MCs take notes as I stand and deliver
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Percussion isnt less, D's wear the vest
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While they dodgin bullets, you should be dodgin Quest
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Dont get me wrong, violence is not our forte
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I just like to rhyme, kick the lyric skills like Pele
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Tip educateem, my rhymes are strictly taboo
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Fill em with some fantasies and I'll look out like Tattoo
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[Q-Tip]
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Okay
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I am recognizing that the voice inside my head
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is urging me to be myself but never follow someone else
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Because opinions are like voices
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we all have a different kind
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So just clean out all of your ears
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these are my views and you will find that
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we revolutionize over the kick and the snare
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The ghetto vocalist is on a state-wide tear
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Soon to be the continent and then the freakin globe
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Theres room for it all as we mingle at the ball
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We welcome competion cuz it doesnt make one lazy or worn
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We gotta work hard, you know the damn card
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Try to be the fattest is the level that we strive
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Try to be the fattest also to stay alive
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Steve Biko (Stir It Up)
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A Tribe Called Quest |