(Busta Rhymes: "Oh My God") (16X)
Phife:
There's a million MCs that claim they want some
But see, I create sounds that make your ears go numb
Peace to Sayers Ave., yeah you know how we go
My best friend Steven at the Home Depot
Lowerton is in the house, I can't forget Southside
Walk past MCs like that girl did the Pharcyde
I'm labeled as the cat's meow, the MC with the know-how
Act like you know, not now, but right now
Beast of the East, on MCs, I'd have a feast
I'd eat that a** like quiche
Crack a smile like Shanice
Straight out Jamaica scene, Jamaica, Queens
But you could find me out in Georgia, or anywhere in between
Now if my partners don't look good, Malik won't look good
If Malik don't look good, the Quest won't look good
If the Quest don't look good, the Queens won't look good
But since the sounds are universal, New York won't look good
Picture Phife losin a battle, come on, get off it
Put down the microphone son, surrender or forfeit
Did I hear somethin about a crew? What they wanna do?
You better call Mr. Babyface, so he can bring out the cool in you
Or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton
And I'll dissect you like a fraction
Oh, you wanna be top cat MC, I'll pop you like a zit
You wanna be the champ, you more like Chief Sums**t
Big up myself everytime when it comes to this
MCs be runnin scared as if they're watchin the Exorcist
I kick more game than a crackhead from Hempstead
My styles are milk, man, you'd think that I was breast fed
You know the steelo when the diggy Dawg is on the scene
I dedicate this to all the MCs outta Queens
That goes for Onyx, LL, Run DMC
Akinyele, Nasty Nas and the Extra P
You need a chart, straight up and down man, there ain't no other
Nuff respect to all my peeps that made the album cover
Yo, Tip don't worry now, you know I get the party jumpin
Get on the mic and break 'em off a lil lil sumthin
Yo, Tip don't worry now, you know I get the party jumpin
Get on the mic and break 'em off a lil lil sumthin(Ooohh...)
chorus: Q-Tip(w/ "Oh My God" in background) (3X):
La, la, la, la
Shoop, do, do, do
You know I'm on the other, for the top 40
Ha, ha, you gotta do it like this...
We got the funk, ditty don s**t
Clearly it's the bomb s**t
So recognize me, kids memorize me
Everyday, I be scroungin, really, I be loungin
I play the down low, very very incognito
Aries is my sign, I know that I can rhyme
Sometimes, I rhyme in riddles, plus I make the hunnies wiggle
Intellect is the major, some heads like to wager
The skills on the hill, overlookin dollar bills
Man, ya crazy, thinkin you can phase me
The Ab doesn't study, mere nonsense money
Life seems to meet me, MCs be too cheesy
With their booty a** renditions of defeatin' competition
I rock to the roll man, yes, I'm a soul man
Bet'cha bottom dolla, Vinia will make ya holla
As ya stand at attention, did I forget to mention
MCs will give me twenty, if I sense that they act funny
Lyrics are abundant, right there, I sound redundant
Just mentionin the fact, that the area is phat
I dwell in the unda, so hunny, it's no wonda
That I get plenty of tail, while I even get white
I'ma bet hittin head crack, there money, take that
Breakin n****z off, cut their bank, then I'm off
While my Nikes match my lo-hat, beat joint is mad phat
Got the cutter of the box if a kid think he's ox
For tier means creator, the poetry relator
Is hemmed like Betsy Ross, let me tell you who's the boss
La, la, la(Oh my god)(3X)
Smooth it out y'all
La, la, la(Oh my god)(3X)
La, la, la(2X)
Queens got a..., Brooklyn got a..., Bronx got a..., Long Island got a...,
Long Island got the zone
Jersey got a..., Philly got a..., Milwaukee got a..., L.A. got a...
Oaktown got a zone
La, la, la(4X)
See, I like to get down Jack
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