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    [Phife Dawg]
    Yo, microphone check one two what is this
    The five foot assassin with the ruffneck business
    I float like gravity, never had a cavity
    Got more rhymes than the Winans got family
    No need to sweat Arsenio to gain some type of fame
    No shame in my game cause I'll always be the same
    Styles upon styles upon styles is what I have
    You wanna diss the Phifer but you still don't know the half
    I sport New Balance sneakers to avoid a narrow path
    Messin round with this you catch ?the sizin of em?
    I never half step cause I'm not a half stepper
    Drink a lot of soda so they call me Dr. Pepper
    Refuse to com-pete with BS competition
    Your name ain't Special Ed so won't you Seckle With the Mission
    I never walk the streets, think it's all about me
    Even though deep in my heart, it really could be
    I just try my best to like go all out
    Some might even say yo shorty black you're buggin' out

    Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh, uh!
    Zulu Nation, brothers that's creation
    Minds get flooded, ejaculation
    right on the two inch tape
    The Abstract poet incognito, runsss the cape
    Not the best not the worst and occasionally I curse to get my
    point across, so bust, the floss
    As I go in betweeen, the grit and the dirt
    Listen to the mission listen Miss as I do work, umm
    as I crack the, monotone
    Children of the jazz so, get your own
    Smokin R&B cause they try to do me
    or the best of the pack but they can't do rap
    For it's Abstract, orig-inal
    You can't get your own and that's, pitiful
    I know I'd be the man if I cold yanked the plug
    on R&B, but I can't and that's bugged

    Buggin out, buggin out, buggin out you're buggin out (repeat 8X)

    [Phife Dawg]
    Yo when you bug out, you usually have a reason for the action
    Sometimes you don't it's just for mere satisfaction
    People be houndin, always surroundin
    Pulsin, just like a migraine poundin
    You don't really fret, you stay in your sense
    ?Comafied? your feeling, of absolute tense
    You soar off to another world, deep in your mind
    But people seem to take that, as being unkind
    "Oh yo he's acting stank," really on a regal?
    A man of the fame not a man of the people
    Believe that if you wanna but I tell you this much
    Riding on the train with no dough, sucks
    Once again a case of your feet in my Nike's
    If a crowd is in my realm I'm saying -- mic please
    Hip-hop is living, can't yank the plug
    if you do the result, will end up kind of bugged

    Yo, I am not an invalid although I used to smoke the weed out
    Ali Shaheed Muhammad used to say I had to be out
    Schemin on the cookies with the crazy boomin back buns
    Pushin on the real ?hardest? so we can have the big fun
    When I left for Rosie I was Boulevard status
    Battling a MC was when Tip was at his baddest
    It was one MC after one MC
    What the world could they be wanting see from little old me
    Do I have the formula to save the world?
    Or was it just because I used to swipe the women and all the girls
    I'm the type of brother with the crazy extended hand kid
    Dissed by all my brothers I was all up what my man did
    Supposed to be my man but now I wonder cause you're feeble
    I go out with the strongest and I seperate the evils
    it's your brain against my mind, for those about to boot out
    All you nasty critters even though you see I bug out

    Buggin out, buggin out, buggin out you're buggin out (repeat 8X)

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