You know what I'm sayin'? My man Lightro
For supportin' A Tribe Called Quest through the years
'Cuz your style is off loot, so I played him like a flute
Word up, I just wanna big up everybody
As for my late twin, boy, I wish I was with him
Crushin' MCs as if my name was Sargent Slaughter
Phife Dawg, swingin' it back and forth just like Aaliyah
I'm makin' moves, never movies, that's why y'all MCs lose me
If youse a sucka MC, then it's you I rebuke
You know what I'm sayin? Big up Shaheed Muhammad, that's my man
Singin' good stuff in my ear, runnin' fingers through my hair
As for Tip and Shah, they made me stop from smokinizm
My style is, everday all day, similar to water
'Cuz I come out to play every night like Charles Oakley
While you playin' hokey pokey, there's no time to be dokey
192 is the area where we represent, for the ladies and gents, ha ha
A, yo, you know the deal when the diggy Dawg is on the scene
Yeah, Queens forever in this piece crushin' any beef
I gotta brave heart like the one named Shirley Chisholm
You know the deal when the diggy Dawg is on the scene
Just keep shit hotter than Death Row, Bad Boy confrontations
Diss around with wack rhymin'
My man ZigZag [Incomprehensible] enough inspiration
My sounds the type to thrill, like the grill on Lauryn Hill
And when it comes to rhymes, no doubt, I flip 'em
But yo Tip, bring in the chorus 'cuz I'm losin' my breath
This be the fourth LP, you know what I'm sayin'?
Master of this microphone mackin', master as in great
You know the deal when the diggy Dawg is on the scene
The hormones on your Christian daughter, hey, I tried to warn her
Have you walkin' through your projects in your birthday suit
You know I mean
You know the deal, ha, you know the deal
The nerve, for you to even step to the Phifer
You lose your grip from chalk climbin'
Let me take this time to say R.I.P. to Phyllis Hyman
Reserve, a spot for me in hip hop's hall of fame
Makin' moves on your heart like that trick Tamia
Retrace, won't, so your stubborn like groupies
Tip, Shaheed and Phife, Beats, Rhymes and Life
Got the Lightro in the back talkin' 'bout come on, get him
Yeah, you know my flava, I rip this whole jam apart
Chillin' with Fudge Love because he represents the Haitians
Money please, your rhymes are wack, say word, this geek is trippin'
We got the fiend bumpin' straight from the borough Queens
The Abstract Poetic, rockin' this track
I got the type of flave to have your ass straight bitchin'
Represent the Zulu Nation with illy rap creations
Keep shit hotter than a sauna or better yet
Big up pop Duke, that's where I caught my athleticism
We got the fiend bumpin' straight from the borough Queens
So all ya sucka MCs, y'all best go chill
Bouncin' it all over the place, up in your face
My mama, no doubt, that's where I got my lyricism
Who never got the props that she damn well deserved
I'll have your brain goin in circles as my style tends to modulate
A, yo, you know the deal when the diggy Dawg is on the scene
I'll bum rush your set and crush your whole cypher
Just because my name is Phife, my man, I'm never slippin'
Featurin' my man, you know what I'm sayin'? Cons to the quence
We got the fiend bumpin' straight from the borough Queens
'Bout to go to Union Square just to see my care bear
'Cuz rappin' ain't no game, big up your head and maintain
Sucka MC in my path, hey mate, I say we ship him
Fuck around and I have your heart, like Jordan had Starks
My nana, that's where I got my spiritualism
No doubt about it, I love hip hop to death
Now, when I'm with some cheese, I be lettin' off gism
Christine, you know what I'm sayin', word life
Writin' rhymes since Daddy Kane and Biz Mark was on Prism
Ain't nuthin' sweet, the bakery's across the fuckin' street
For those who act cute, see I got them on mute
But see me, you don't wanna see me, 'cuz all MCs are gettin' served
