(Where ya at?)
So me and my brothas, we can sit down and build
Busta Rhymes, De La, the J Beez and don't sleep
That keeps everything on even keels
We 'bout to build the foundation
I beez a veteran MC, crushin' crews for years
A yo, shout out to Mob Deep, the Extra P
We get this money for these kids
Who said him know about the Quest type sound?
So move buddy, a yo we got to get this money
So strap up because you skatin' on ice that's wild thin
MC's are just givin' it all away
Tryin' to front like he mad paid
(Clown)
That'll keep you broke down like a Ross 5 speed
(Where ya at?)
We gonna put it all together
We 'bout to do it theoretically, insteadibly, to the medley, come on
We get this money for these kids
Like Rampage with that last boy scout appeal
I stays hot like summertime on LBQ and boo boo
I dedicate this to the posers that play hard
I keeps it brand new like school shoppin'
(It's very close in)
(Where ya at?)
Now, we gonna show you how the real crew bang
So he can peep the worldwide Willie that we display
I keeps it realer than the logo on milk Denouncin' tough guy
Shaheed Muhammad's on the Gemini mixer
(Where ya at?)
Wannabes that look smoother than silk
So all you slow brothas talkin' yang, ya poo tang
(Insane)
The club peeps this niggaz steez like rayon
To watch them niggaz fall like Linque
But we gotta start with the spirit first y'all, mind power
Uh, uh, mind power, uh, uh, mind power
That's the same copy gettin' in your mug shot
Give up your goods 'cuz it's the start of your endin'
The love shack is 192, my joint's smooth
Your rap's had it, braggin' more numbers than mathematics
I get brains on pragmatic from leavin' wet dreams shattered
We gonna start the Zulu Nation
(Come off my stage)
It's the complete Kamal, unique, Fareed, breed
With the sustainer, it'll be real
It's on and poppin'
Peace to Derrick Coleman, Mad Max and the Sixers
(Where ya at?)
Leavin' all MC's in complete disarray
It's stale, you'll either be dead or in jail
We got that silk, satin, Manhattan intelligence feel
Uh, uh, mind power, uh, uh, mind power, uh, uh, mind power
Wet ya like punani, then dry you like Canada
Mess around and get your ass knocked down
(Where ya at?)
MC you, see I got this in my spirit
You get laid off while I'll be gamin ghetto girl like 8-Off
Suckin' so bad, we threw his mama off the train
From Linden Boulevard down to Cascade Road
I'm cappin' hard 'cuz I got this rap shit sold
You wanna hear some rhymes, well come bring your bodyguard
We seein' life for what it is
You frontin' hard, when you softer than the Berenstain Bears
(Where ya at?)
Yeah, chumps be like, "Phife, that ain't fair"
That's the sound of the man gettin' yanked off the stage
That's why mine is built on chrome microphones
We got reality for the carriage
Come off my stage, before I grab ya neck and handle ya
You know my steez, I treat hip hop like a sport
A weak foundation doesn't make a good home
(Okay)
I got verses like Mahalia singin' church hymns
Fuck outta here, do I look like I care
No matter what the hell the weather
(Where ya at?)
Uh, uh, kickin' Willie is good, all throughout your whole hood
(Where ya at?)
Now, all that glock totin' trash you talk will not prevail
Stayin' sincere to this, so I know we gonna manage
We 'bout to build the foundation
Holdin' down fort up on Martinique Court like
Give me, liberty in mass amounts and Swiss bank accounts
Come on, come on
We seein' life for what it is
In this land of dead and crummy, ain't a damn thing funny
The verdict's in, I be the look of blendin'
A yo, I bring it to you live kid, Queens niggaz love static
Your new lesson is to realize the mission when you hear it
(Where ya at?)
(Where ya at?)
(Where ya at?)
