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  • Intro/chorus



    We got the jazz [x4]



    Verse one: q-tip



    Stern firm and young with a laid-back tongue

    The aim is to succeed and achieve at 21

    Just like ringling brothers, i'll daze and astound

    Captivate the mass, cause the prose is profound



    Do it for the strong, we do it for the meek

    Boom it in your boom it in your boom it in your jeep

    Or your honda or your beemer or your legend or your benz

    The rave of the town to your foes and your friends



    So push it, along, trails, we blaze

    Don't deserve the gong, don't deserve the praise

    The tranquility will make ya unball your fist

    For we put hip-hop on a brand new twist



    A brand new twist with the homie-alistic

    So low-key that ya probably missed it

    And yet it's so loud that it stands in the crowd

    When the guy takes the beat, they bowed



    So raise up squire, address your attire

    We have no time to wallow in the mire

    If you're on a foreign path, then let me do the lead

    Join in the essence of the cool-out breed



    Then cool out to the music cuz it makes ya feel serene

    Like the birds and the bees and all those groovy things

    Like getting stomach aches when ya gotta go to work

    Or staring into space when you're feeling berserk



    I don't really mind if it's over your head

    Cuz the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead

    So pay attention, it's not hard to decipher

    And after the horns, you can check out the phifer



    Chorus





    Verse two: phife dawg



    Competition, dem phifer come sideway

    But competition, dey mus' me come straightway

    Competition, dem phifer come sideway

    But competition, dey mus' come straightway



    Hows about that, it seems like it's my turn again

    All through the years my mike has been my best friend

    I know some brothers wonder, can phifer really kick it?

    Some even wanna dis me, but why sweat it?



    I'm all into my music cuz it's how i make papes

    Tryin' to make hits, like kid capri makes tapes

    Me sweat another? i do my own thing

    Strictly hardcore tracks, not a new jack swing



    I grew up as a christian so to jah i give thanks

    Collect my banks, listen to shabba ranks


  • I sing, and chat, i do all of that

    It's 1991 and i refuse to come wack



    I take off my hat to other crews that intend to rock

    But the low end theory's here, it's time to wreck shop

    I got tip and shah, so whom shall i fear

    Stop look and listen, but please don't stare



    So jet to the store, and buy the lp

    On jive/rca, cassettes and cd's

    Produced and arranged by the four-man crew

    And oh shit, skiff anselm, he gets props too



    Make sure you have a system with some phat house speakers

    So the new shit can rock, from mars to massapequa

    Cuz where i come from quality is job one

    And everybody up on linden know we get the job done



    So peace to that crew, and peace to this crew

    Bring on the tour, we'll see you at a theatre nearest you





    Verse three: q-tip



    Hey yo but wait, back it up, hup, easy back it up

    Please let the abstract embellish on the cut



    Back and forth just like a cameo song

    If you dig this joint then please come dance along

    To the music cuz it's done just for the rhyme

    Now i gotta scat and get mine, underline



    The jazz, the what? the jazz can move that ass

    Cuz the tribe originates that feelin' of pizzazz

    It's the universal sound, best to brothers underground

    In the one-six below, ya didn't have to go



    Some say that i'm a sinner cuz i once had an orgy

    And sometimes for breakfast i eat grits and porgies

    If this is a stinker, then call me a stink, i ask

    "what? what? what?" - now check it out



    All my peoples in queens ya don't stop

    Now all my peoples in brooklyn ya don't stop

    And all my peoples uptown ya don't stop

    That includes the bronx a' harlem ya don't stop



    Now to that girl ramelle ya don't stop

    I say because ladies first ya don't stop

    And to the jb's, ya don't stop

    And de la soul, ya don't stop



    To my brand nubians ya don't stop

    And to my leaders of the new ya don't stop

    To my man large professor ya don't stop

    Pete rock for the beat ya don't stop



    Everybody in the place ya don't stop

    Ya keep it on, to the rhythm, ya don't stop

    And last but not least on the sure shot

    It's the zulu nation
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