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Verse One: Phife

Ayo who wanna pull on Phifer long time no hear from
Suckers walkin´ around talking about they could get some
But that pop is non cypher, no can do
And if you think I´m a dope, then ask the other crew
And I proceed to let you know, exactly how to flow
I´m not Lawn Doctor so just step off with the hoe
Oops my mistake I didn´t know you went with her
Should I run down the line of the all the kids that done hit her
Don´t be bitter, I hear that honey resembles a critter
I heard she likes to do one-one my man John Ritter
But back to the subject you can´t catch wreck
You must get respect, to earn respect
Suckers think they could herb me cuz know I where specks
You´re full of jokes, but you your name ain´t flex
I got the riches, the bitches, I´m large like a Huxtable
You think you´re all that but you´re girl´s quite doable
Yeah, I´m tellin´ you G, to back up off me
I´m not a mad cohort, but I´m not Mr. Softee
Rappin´ is an art, coming straight from the heart
So forget the chart because the action can start

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Verse Two: Q-Tip

Where ya at? To all my peoples with the funk
I´m the undercover brother dump your hoe in the trunk
Save all the sad songs and the tearjerkers
Niggaz step up it´s the lyrical worker
The poems that I create ain´t in paper back books
The poems that I create are for hookers and the crooks
My mental is excelling cuz I dabble in the books
I´m not the one to front on, so suboops-suboops
Yo I gets the pickens, I´m such a damn Dickens
If you step to this then the plot just thickens
I´ll run you around the track like a bunny and a dog
To me, your just another MC on the log
A link on the chain, fluid on the brain
I boast of hype lyrics, and yours are mardane
See I can´t maintain, especially if you come back
I´m the lyrical master blaster, yeah I can do that
I can also do your girl, so leave the hoe at home
Cuz when I get done, I´ll have her strung on bones
It´s the no-joke pressure, that elevates my mind
Makes me pick up and go when it´s time to drop a rhyme
My title is locked, the Abstract poetic
I´m in the idle mode but my energy´s kinetic
So smooth and debonair, especially for the ear
Gotta keep my thing in gear cuz it´s evident and clear
That I will rock, rock, rock [fades away]

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