Phife:   The mad man 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 your 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   Cuz 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, cuz all mcs are gettin served   The nerve, for you to even step to the phifer   I’ll bumrush your set and crush your whole cypher   Reserve, a spot for me in hip hop’s hall of fame   Cuz rappin ain’t no game, big up your head and maintain   Yeah, queens forever in this piece crushin any beef   Ain’t nuthin 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 cuz I’m losin my breath      Consequence:   A, 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:   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 be lettin off gism   Writin rhymes since daddy kane and biz mark was on prism   I gotta 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 main, 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   Cuz your style is off loot, so I played him like a flute   If youse a sucka mc, then it’s you I rebuke   My style is, everday 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 naw’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, ha ha   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, in your face   You know what I’m sayin? my man lightro...