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    In this American metropolis filled with MC's
    A Tribe Called Quest came to drop jewels wit' ease
    Plus make you party, we do this music thing for everybody
    Black, White, Latino and Asian, we cold raisin'
    The stakes of hip-hop to a new plateau
    To bridge gaps in generations for future plantations
    A god-fearin' folk cos we all from the yolk
    Of one breed, one seed, to good goals we proceed
    Nowadays I strive to be a very good influence
    Even though not too long ago I was a truant
    Now I'm droppin' it on this and many broad topics
    From man's obsession with money to holy prophets
    Like Mohammed, yo, you know the scene is so freaky
    Enemies they denounce me and my own try to sweep me
    Now I got hip-hop acts posin' like fat cats
    Lex and a Rolex, Moet and a top hat
    But what about your contract, slick? Is you proper?
    It's time we turned the tables of this hip-hop fable
    I be strivin yo', tryna bang these joints out my skillet
    And fulfil it, think about these kids, we can't kill it


    Now every dog has his day, but eff that, it's my year
    All you gat pullin' MC's could never come near
    All that bogus type chatter, please put it to rest
    It's the Phifer from Quest leavin' venues a mess
    So I even start to (Rap) when you know you have no (Haps)
    Wit' your simpleton (Lyrics), your light-hearted (Act)
    Step back, me no have no time for dat
    I'm blowin' up the spot for all you ras clot idi-ots
    In a world where you have like a zillion MC's
    Ninety percent of all you suckers have filthy LPs
    Bitch this, trick that, come on, act like you know
    I be that up north MC who never chose to play the down-low
    (His name is Phife Dawg) I label myself as The Boss (True dat)
    Same height as Little Vicious, yet I'm shorter than Kriss Kross
    Queens representation, son, you know how we do
    While Light' and Sha, they represent BK to the fullest
    I be the sidekick to The Abstract, so get ready for combat
    Yo, what about about them biters? Errr! Me not like that
    My motto is to wreck shop, I do it on the non-stop
    Come on party people, you must give me my props
    Cos y'all know good and damn well that the style has been mastered
    So head for the border you peasy-haired bastards
    Before I start to put it on ya, come on now, must I warn ya?
    Queens is in the house so all MC's go hold their corner


    We feelin' pressures in here
    You know we feelin' pressures
    Feelin' pressures in here
    You know we feelin' pressures
    We gotta stand clear
    Jus' gotta stand clear
    Gotta gotta stand clear of the pressure
    The what?

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