Q: Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden,
we used to kick routines and presence was fittin´.
It was I the abstract
P: And me the five footer.
I kicks the mad style so step off the frankfurter.
Q: Yo, Phife, you remember that routine
that we used to make spiffy like mister clean?
P: Um um, a tidbit, um, a smidgen.
I don~t get the message so you gots to run the pigeon.
Q: You on point Phife?
P: All the time, tip.
Q: You on point Phife?
P: All the time, tip.
Q: You on point Phife?
P: All the time, tip.
Q: Well, then grab the microphone and let your words rip.
P: Now here´s a funky introduction of how nice I am.
Tell your mother, tell your father, send a telegram.
I´m like an energizer ´cause, you see, I last long.
My crew is never ever wack because we stand strong.
Now if you say my style is wack that´s where you´re dead wrong.
I slayed that body in El Segundo then push it along.
You´d be a fool to reply that Phife is not the man
´cause you know and I know that you know who I am.
A special shot of peace goes out to all my pals, you see.
And a middle finger goes for all you punk MC´s.
´Cause I love it when you wack MC´s despise me.
They get vexed, I roll next, can~t none contest me.
I´m just a fly MC who´s five foot three and very brave.
On job remaining, no I´m chaining cause I misbehave.
I come correct in full effect have all my hoes in check.
And before I get the butt the jim must be erect.
You see, my aura~s positive I don´t promote no junk.
See, I´m far from a bully and I ain´t a punk.
Extremity in rhythm, yeah that´s what you heard.
So just clean out your ears and just check the word.

Q: Check the rhyme y´all.
Check the rhyme y´all.
Check the rhyme y´all.
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Check the rhyme y´all.
Check the rhyme y´all.
Check it out.
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Check the rhyme y´all.
Check the rhyme y´all.
Check the rhyme y´all.
Play tapes y´all.
Check the rhyme y´all.
Check the rhyme y´all.
Check it out.
Check it out.

P: Back in days on the boulevard of Linden,
we used to kick routines and the presence was fittin´
It was I the Phifer,
Q: And me, the abstract.
The rhymes were so rumpin´ that the brothers rode the ´zack.
P: Yo, tip you recall when we used to rock
Those fly routines on your cousin~s block.
Q: Um, let me see, damn I can´t remember.
I receive the message and you will play the sender.
P: You on point Tip?
Q: All the time Phife.
P: You on point Tip?
Q: Yeah, all the time Phife.
P: You on point Tip?
Q: Yo, all the time Phife.
P: So play the resurrector and give the dead some life.
Q: Okay, if knowledge is the key then just show me the lock.
Got the scrawny legs but I move just like Luke Brock,
With speed. I´m agile plus I´m worth your while.
One hundred percent intelligent black child.
My optic presentation sizzles the retina.
How far must I go to gain respect? Um.
Well, it´s kind of simple, just remain your own
Or you´ll be crazy sad and alone.
Industry rule number four thousand and eighty,
record company people are shady.
So kids watch your back ´cause I think they smoke crack,
I don´t doubt it. Look at how they act.
Off to better things like a hip-hop forum.
Pass me the rock and I´ll storm with the crew and...
Proper. What you say Hammer? Proper.
Rap is not pop, if you call it that then stop.

NC, y´all check the rhyme y´all.
SC, y´all check it out y´all.
Virginia, check the rhyme y´all.
Check it out. Out.
In London, check the rhyme, y´all.