Verse

[Q-Tip]

In this American metropolis filled with MC´s
A Tribe Called Quest came to drop jewels wit´ ease
Plus make you party, we do this music thing for everybody
Black, White, Latino and Asian, we cold raisin´
The stakes of hip-hop to a new plateau
To bridge gaps in generations for future plantations
A god-fearin´ folk cos we all from the yolk
Of one breed, one seed, to good goals we proceed
Nowadays I strive to be a very good influence
Even though not too long ago I was a truant
Now I´m droppin´ it on this and many broad topics
From man´s obsession with money to holy prophets
Like Mohammed, yo, you know the scene is so freaky
Enemies they denounce me and my own try to sweep me
Now I got hip-hop acts posin´ like fat cats
Lex and a Rolex, Moet and a top hat
But what about your contract, slick? Is you proper?
It´s time we turned the tables of this hip-hop fable
I be strivin yo´, tryna bang these joints out my skillet
And fulfil it, think about these kids, we can´t kill it

[Phife]

Now every dog has his day, but eff that, it´s my year
All you gat pullin´ MC´s could never come near
All that bogus type chatter, please put it to rest
It´s the Phifer from Quest leavin´ venues a mess
So I even start to (Rap) when you know you have no (Haps)
Wit´ your simpleton (Lyrics), your light-hearted (Act)
Step back, me no have no time for dat
I´m blowin´ up the spot for all you ras clot idi-ots
In a world where you have like a zillion MC´s
Ninety percent of all you suckers have filthy LPs
Bitch this, trick that, come on, act like you know
I be that up north MC who never chose to play the down-low
(His name is Phife Dawg) I label myself as The Boss (True dat)
Same height as Little Vicious, yet I´m shorter than Kriss Kross
Queens representation, son, you know how we do
While Light´ and Sha, they represent BK to the fullest
I be the sidekick to The Abstract, so get ready for combat
Yo, what about about them biters? Errr! Me not like that
My motto is to wreck shop, I do it on the non-stop
Come on party people, you must give me my props
Cos y´all know good and damn well that the style has been mastered
So head for the border you peasy-haired bastards
Before I start to put it on ya, come on now, must I warn ya?
Queens is in the house so all MC´s go hold their corner

Outro

We feelin´ pressures in here
You know we feelin´ pressures
Feelin´ pressures in here
You know we feelin´ pressures
We gotta stand clear
Jus´ gotta stand clear
Gotta gotta stand clear of the pressure
The what?