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    Let me flaunt the style (style), I think that the time's near

    That we drop studs (studs), there will be no duds here

    Rappers play the dumb (dumb), kinda on the space tip

    But when they hear the jams (jams), they be on the dilsnick

    Now I'm not for the rock (rock), I know the territory

    Go ahead and try (try), that's a different story

    Similar to Grimm (Grimm), I could write a better one

    All about a kid (kid), who couldn't rap and didn't run

    Stand (stand) aside (aside), when the rap is gettin dumb

    Resort to baggin Billy (Billy), askin can he have some

    No, never ever (ever) come back and try again man

    If you come back (back), I'll be the first to shake your hand

    Competitions good (good), it brings out the vital parts

    The Abstract Poetic ('etic), majors in recital arts

    Do it for the kids (kids), the elders and the rap peers

    When the job is done (done), then we hear a lot of cheers

    Gotta feel the vibes (vibes), come from my creation

    If the hands clap (clap) are filled with elation

    Here I am ghetto, full with a lot of steam

    Think I gotta, I think I gotta, I think I gotta scream (scream)

    Cuz that's how good it feels child

    Let your hair down (down), so we can get buckwild

    Do your ill dance (dance), don't think about the next man

    We must have unity and think of the bigger plan

    The vision, we fall (fall) we must stick together, see

    I'd like to take this time (time) to say what's up to Kool G

    The name is Q-Tip (Tip), The Midnight Marauder

    Give enough respect ('spect) to Afrika Bambaataa

    As a man in the world (world), I must do my job

    Take care of Mama Duke (Duke), I won't resort to rob

    Bob you'll get your dough (dough), Mase is my witness

    Obsessed with the rap (rap), for its the mental fitness

    Like shootin cee-lo (lo), and always gettin headcracks

    The industry is luck (luck), winning with the fake raps

    Peace to the crews (crews), who pump the real hip hop

    Not sellin out (out) from hardrock to disc jock...

    (From disc jock to hardrock, from hardrock to disc jock)



    Phife:



    I don't know what to say, but here I go freak it

    If the papes come, then you know I'll seek it

    I'm just a short brotha, dark skin face

    Weigh a buck-fifty, 36 waist

    My hair is crazy curly

    Front like Mr. Furley

    To this day, I still believe that no MC can serve me

    Brothas try to front, but everybody know (know)


  • I get more props than the Arsenio Hall Show

    Party animal I was, but now I chill at home

    All I do is write rhymes, eat, drink, shit and bone

    Found my thrill in Amityville, I'm always in the Island

    Fudge and Monkey know the time, they know who keeps 'em smilin

    Go out on my own, somethin that I gotta do

    Do what the hell I want and have no one to listen to

    I'm prompt with my business and I do things on the double

    Yo, I'm out like Buster Douglass, I say peace to MC Trouble

    Rest in Peace



    Q-Tip:



    Word Up, rest in Peace, and you know what else?

    We got, we got, we got the vibe (vibe)

    All the people in Long Island, we got the vibe (vibe)

    Brooklyn and Queens, we got the vibe (vibe)

    Uptown and New York, we got the vibe (vibe)

    People upstate, we got the vibe (vibe)

    If you're in DC, you got the vibe (vibe)

    Maryland, Virginia, Carolina vibe (vibe)

    Out West, we got the vibe (vibe)

    In the Bahamas, we got the vibe (vibe)

    Over in Europe, you know what? We got the vibe

    And we gotta keep it alive, it goes on...



    Of rap I'm a fan, I've seen a whole lot of subs

    Goods with the girls, I got a whole lot of 'em

    From fat to skinny, Freeda to Winnie (Winnie)

    Emma to Cindy, Constance to Wendy (Wendy)

    Cuz I be more friendly (friendly), never on the snotty side

    I don't brag to brothas about the little papes I got (got)

    My vocal styles can vary, the sight is never scary (scary)

    It's only legendary ('dary), my father well prepared me ('pared me)

    My job ain't temporary, I'm here for the long shot

    Better yet, the long term, I don't have a perm (perm)

    In a way I do, call 'em the perma-naps

    I'm crazy slap-happy and I'm scrappy when I'm nappy

    When I get the mic in my hand and the crowd in stands (stands)

    It's as good as grand like that (that)



    I wanna say peace and dedicate this joint to MC Trouble and to

    um...Trouble T-Roy

    And to um...Scott La Rock and to um...Cowboy, you know what I'm sayin?

    This is for the slain rappers and the fallen rappers

    you know what I'm sayin (sayin)?

    This is a special, special, special, special, special dedication

    And also to my pops and also to Vinny, his moms (moms)

    you know what I'm sayin?

    You just gotta keep it happy and keep the vibes going

    and this is Vibes and Stuff

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