"I'm bout to wreck ya body and say turn the party out" --> BizMarkie
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(repeat 4X)
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Phife:
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Them can't touch me no, them can't touch me
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Them can't hold me no, them can't hold me (2X)
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(Q-Tip: Damn, Phife you got fat!)
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Yeah, I know it looks pathetic
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Ali Shaheed Muhammad got me doing calisthenics
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Needless to say, boy I'm bad to the bone
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Making love to my mic like Jarobi on the phone
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But um, no time for jokes (what!), there's bills to be paid (what!)
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Hoes to be laid (what!), punks to be sprayed (what!)
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Chumps to attack, so my man watch your back
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Cuz '93 means skills are a must, so never lack (uh!)
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Sit back and learn, come now watch the birdie
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Your styles are incomplete, same as Vinny Testaverde
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Battlin, whenever -- hot Damn!
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Give me the microphone bwoy, one time, bam!
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Q-Tip:
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Keep it on the corner, cuz here comes the heat
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Lyrically it stays, the jazz will pace the beat
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As we proceed to elevate you, we in fo-fo
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Run and tell your dad the Abstract's the bag
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As we proceed to move your high parts, we know who has ass
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Poets got the gimmicks, but they lack the sassafras
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To make the average hardrock and cock the glock
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And roam the city streets on the jury, they hot
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I be ingredients, like sugar and candy
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If your life is broke, girl I'll be the handy-dandy
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That commends you, my fee is a shower
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For you, I'll scrub your back and I'll soap the butt-crack
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Make you shiny, spiffy in a jiff
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Fuckin with the Ab, you got the greatest of gifts
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Yo, my mic is sounding bug. Bob Power, you there?(Yeah)
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Adjust the bass and treble make my shit sound clear(echo)
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Chorus(x8):
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(Q-Tip: After fourth time)
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Make you shiny, spiffy in a jiff
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Fuckin with the Ab, you got the greatest of gifts
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A-yo, my mic is sounding bug. Bob Power, you there?
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Adjust the bass and treble...OK, could you come in Tip?
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Q-Tip:
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Whoop, back yourself man. Come watch me drop it
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For showing me I could do it, for showing me I can rock it
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Me not deal wit no changaram, bangaram business
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I got soul on a hymn, like Jehovah's got the witness
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Musically, the three, poetically, be me
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We in jammin on the airwaves, kids just rave
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Obey the MCs, cuz the MCs say
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We flippin more niggaz like we Super Dave
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But noticin my stature, y'all niggaz know we gotcha
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Movin to the rapture, listen how we catch ya
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Movin with the grace, here we go, let's begin
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Makin people jump out their goddamn skin
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Lyrically, we bite like we Rin Tin Tin
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Peace to Grand Pu and his many, many skins
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Don't mark with the arrow, cuz we know we get the wins
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It's the Ab, Shaheed, and the Dawg for the blend
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Chorus(until end):
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Q-Tip:
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I wanna say peace to my man Rob P, my man Jerod, and
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Skeff Anslem on the help out and we out like shout
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Nine-tre, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh...
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I don't wanna say nine-tre
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cause my man Extra P said don't say the years
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So, it's for eternity, know what I'm sayin?
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Rock rock on, everybody in Queens, rock rock on
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Everybody in Brooklyn, rock rock on
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Money Earnin Mt. Vernon, rock rock on
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Everybody in Jersey, rock rock on
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Everybody in Philly rock rock on
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Everybody in Houston, rock rock on
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Everybody LA, rock rock on
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Everybody in The Sand, rock rock on
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Everybody in Egypt, rock rock on
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Everybody Nigeria, rock rock on
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Everybody in London, rock rock on
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Everybody in Sweden, rock rock on
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Everybody in beware, rock rock on
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To the niggaz on the famous, rock rock on
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Everybody no name, rock rock on
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To the kids at Nu-Clear, rock rock on
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The Cave rock rock on. McDonald's, rock rock on
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The Chase Pt. II
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| A Tribe Called Quest |
