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    Linden Boulevard represent, represent
    Tribe Called Quest represent, represent
    When the mic is in my hand, I'm never hesitant
    My favourite jam back in the day was Eric B. for President

    Rude boy composer
    Step to me you're over
    Brothers wanna flex
    Youre not Mad Cobra
    MC short and black
    There aint no other
    Trini-born black like Mia Longs grandmother
    Tip and Sha they all that, Phife-Dawg ditto
    Honey tell your man to chill, or else you'll be a widow
    Did not you know that my styles are top-dollar?
    The Five-Foot Assassin knockin fleas off his collar
    Hip-hop scholar since bein knee-high to a duck
    The height of Mugsy Bogues, complexion of a hockey puck
    You better ask somebody on how we flip the script
    Come to a Tribe show and watch the three kids rip

    Queens is in the house represent, represent
    A Tribe Called Quest represent, represent
    No tamin of the style cuz it gets irreverent
    A Tribe Called Quest represent, represent

    Huh-huh, here we go
    You know that I'm the rebel
    Throwin out the wicked like God did the Devil
    Funky like your grandpas drawers, dont test me
    We in like that, youre dead like Presley
    When we comin through get tickets to see me
    We work for the paper so therell never be a preemie
    Lyrics are abundant cuz we got it by the mass
    Egos are all idle cuz the music is the task
    Valenzuela on the pitch, curveball, catch it
    I think I got it locked, just smooth while I latch it
    Now I must move with the quickness
    Here comes Shaheed so we must bear the witness


    Stir It Up x3
    Steve Biko

    Stir It Up x3
    Steve Biko

    Verse 2

    New York City represent, represent
    A Tribe Called Quest represent, represent
    The Dawg is scientific with the styles I invent
    A Tribe Called Quest represent, represent

    MCs like to meddle, but heres my proposition
    I let my lyrics flow, and jumped your whole position
    I'm radical with this like the man this song is after
    Yo Tip settle down, whats the reason for the laughter?

    I really cant say, I guess I laugh to keep from cryin
    So much goin on, people killin, people dyin
    But I wont dwell on that, I think I'll elevate my mental
    Thanks for these bars on the Biko instrumental

    Yo I take it back, Im the Indian giver
    MCs take notes as I stand and deliver
    Percussion isnt less, D's wear the vest
    While they dodgin bullets, you should be dodgin Quest
    Dont get me wrong, violence is not our forte
    I just like to rhyme, kick the lyric skills like Pele
    Tip educateem, my rhymes are strictly taboo
    Fill em with some fantasies and I'll look out like Tattoo


    I am recognizing that the voice inside my head
    is urging me to be myself but never follow someone else
    Because opinions are like voices
    we all have a different kind
    So just clean out all of your ears
    these are my views and you will find that
    we revolutionize over the kick and the snare
    The ghetto vocalist is on a state-wide tear
    Soon to be the continent and then the freakin globe
    Theres room for it all as we mingle at the ball
    We welcome competion cuz it doesnt make one lazy or worn
    We gotta work hard, you know the damn card
    Try to be the fattest is the level that we strive
    Try to be the fattest also to stay alive

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