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[Phife Dawg]
The madman Malik makes MCs run for Milk of Magnesia
Maybe that´ll ease ya
Master of this microphone mackin´, master as in great

I´ll have your brain goin´ in circles as my style tends to ovulate
I´m makin´ moves, never movies, that´s why y´all MCs lose me
Retrace, won´t, so you´re stubborn like groupies
Kid, you know my flava, tear this whole jam apart
Fuck around and have your heart, like Jordan had Starks´
While you playin´ hokey pokey, there´s no time to be dokey
´Cause I come out to play every night like Charles Oakley
Dissin´ around with wack rhymin´
You lose your grip from chalk climbin´
Let me take this time to say R.I.P. to Phyllis Hyman
Who never got the props that she damn well deserved

But see me, you don´t wanna see me, ´cause all MCs are gettin´ served
The nerve, for you to even step to the Phifer
I´ll bumrush your set and crush your whole cipher
Reserve, a spot for me in hip hop´s hall of fame
´Cause rappin´ ain´t no game, big up your head and maintain
Yeah, Queens forever in this piece crushin´ any beef
Ain´t nothin´ sweet, the bakery´s across the fuckin´ street
Phife Dawg, swingin´ it back and forth just like Aaliyah
Makin´ moves on your heart like that trick Tamia
No doubt about it, I love hip hop to death
But yo Tip, bring in the chorus ´cause I´m losin´ my breath

[Consequence]
Ay yo, you know the deal when the diggy Dawg is on the scene
We got the fiend bumpin´ straight from the borough Queens
You know the deal when the diggy Dawg is on the scene
We got the fiend bumpin´ straight from the borough Queens
You know the deal when the diggy Dawg is on the scene
You know the deal, ha, you know the deal

[Phife Dawg]
Big up pop Duke, that´s where I caught my athleticism
My mama, no doubt, that´s where I got my lyricism
My nana, that´s where I got my spiritualism

As for Tip and Shah, they made me stop from smokin´ izm
Now, when I´m with some cheese, I´ll be lettin´ off gism
Writin´ rhymes since Daddy Kane and Biz Mark was on Prism
I got a brave heart like the one named Shirley Chisholm
As for my late twin, boy, I wish I was with him
Got the Lightro in the back talkin´ bout (come on, get him)
And when it comes to rhymes, no doubt, I flip em
Sucka MC in my path, hey man, I say we ship him
Money please, your rhymes are wack, say word, this geek is trippin´
Just because my name is Phife, my man, I´m never slippin´
I got the type of flave to have your ass straight bitchin´

For those who act cute, see I got them on mute
Have you walkin´ through your projects in your birthday suit
´Cause your style is off loot, so I played him like a flute
If you a sucka MC, then it´s you I rebuke
My style is, every day all day, similar to water
Crushin´ MCs as if my name was Sargent Slaughter
Keep shit hotter...than a sauna
Or better yet, the hormones on your Christian daughter
Hey, I tried to warn her
My sounds the type to kill, like the grill on Lauryn Hill
So all ya sucka MCs, y´all best go chill
Bout to go to Union Square so I can see my care bear
Singin´ good stuff in my ear, runnin´ fingers through my hair

Represent the Zulu Nation with illy rap creations
Just keep shit hotter than Death Row-Bad Boy confrontations
Chillin´ with Fudge Love because he represents the Haitians
Ya new mean

Word up
I just wanna big up everybody for supportin´ A Tribe Called Quest
Through the years
This be the fourth LP, you know what I´m sayin´?
Tip, Shaheed and Phife, Beats, Rhymes and Life
Featuring my man, you know what I´m sayin´, Consequence
192 is the area where we represent, for the ladies and gents, haha
You know what I´m sayin´? Big up Shaheed Muhammad, that´s my man

Christine, you know what I´m sayin´, word life (fading out)
The Abstract Poetic, rockin´ this track
Bouncin´ it all over the place, up in your face
You know what I´m sayin´? My man Lightro...