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    Let me flaunt the style (style), I think that the time's near
    That we drop studs (studs), there will be no duds here
    Rappers play the dumb (dumb), kinda on the space tip
    But when they hear the jams (jams), they be on the dilsnick
    Now I'm not for the rock (rock), I know the territory
    Go ahead and try (try), that's a different story
    Similar to Grimm (Grimm), I could write a better one
    All about a kid (kid), who couldn't rap and didn't run
    Stand (stand) aside (aside), when the rap is gettin dumb
    Resort to baggin Billy (Billy), askin can he have some
    No, never ever (ever) come back and try again man
    If you come back (back), I'll be the first to shake your hand
    Competitions good (good), it brings out the vital parts
    The Abstract Poetic ('etic), majors in recital arts
    Do it for the kids (kids), the elders and the rap peers
    When the job is done (done), then we hear a lot of cheers
    Gotta feel the vibes (vibes), come from my creation
    If the hands clap (clap) are filled with elation
    Here I am ghetto, full with a lot of steam
    Think I gotta, I think I gotta, I think I gotta scream (scream)
    Cuz that's how good it feels child
    Let your hair down (down), so we can get buckwild
    Do your ill dance (dance), don't think about the next man
    We must have unity and think of the bigger plan
    The vision, we fall (fall) we must stick together, see
    I'd like to take this time (time) to say what's up to Kool G
    The name is Q-Tip (Tip), The Midnight Marauder
    Give enough respect ('spect) to Afrika Bambaataa
    As a man in the world (world), I must do my job
    Take care of Mama Duke (Duke), I won't resort to rob
    Bob you'll get your dough (dough), Mase is my witness
    Obsessed with the rap (rap), for its the mental fitness
    Like shootin cee-lo (lo), and always gettin headcracks
    The industry is luck (luck), winning with the fake raps
    Peace to the crews (crews), who pump the real hip hop
    Not sellin out (out) from hardrock to disc jock...
    (From disc jock to hardrock, from hardrock to disc jock)


    I don't know what to say, but here I go freak it
    If the papes come, then you know I'll seek it
    I'm just a short brotha, dark skin face
    Weigh a buck-fifty, 36 waist
    My hair is crazy curly
    Front like Mr. Furley
    To this day, I still believe that no MC can serve me
    Brothas try to front, but everybody know (know)
    I get more props than the Arsenio Hall Show
    Party animal I was, but now I chill at home
    All I do is write rhymes, eat, drink, shit and bone
    Found my thrill in Amityville, I'm always in the Island
    Fudge and Monkey know the time, they know who keeps 'em smilin
    Go out on my own, somethin that I gotta do
    Do what the hell I want and have no one to listen to
    I'm prompt with my business and I do things on the double
    Yo, I'm out like Buster Douglass, I say peace to MC Trouble
    Rest in Peace


    Word Up, rest in Peace, and you know what else?
    We got, we got, we got the vibe (vibe)
    All the people in Long Island, we got the vibe (vibe)
    Brooklyn and Queens, we got the vibe (vibe)
    Uptown and New York, we got the vibe (vibe)
    People upstate, we got the vibe (vibe)
    If you're in DC, you got the vibe (vibe)
    Maryland, Virginia, Carolina vibe (vibe)
    Out West, we got the vibe (vibe)
    In the Bahamas, we got the vibe (vibe)
    Over in Europe, you know what? We got the vibe
    And we gotta keep it alive, it goes on...

    Of rap I'm a fan, I've seen a whole lot of subs
    Goods with the girls, I got a whole lot of 'em
    From fat to skinny, Freeda to Winnie (Winnie)
    Emma to Cindy, Constance to Wendy (Wendy)
    Cuz I be more friendly (friendly), never on the snotty side
    I don't brag to brothas about the little papes I got (got)
    My vocal styles can vary, the sight is never scary (scary)
    It's only legendary ('dary), my father well prepared me ('pared me)
    My job ain't temporary, I'm here for the long shot
    Better yet, the long term, I don't have a perm (perm)
    In a way I do, call 'em the perma-naps
    I'm crazy slap-happy and I'm scrappy when I'm nappy
    When I get the mic in my hand and the crowd in stands (stands)
    It's as good as grand like that (that)

    I wanna say peace and dedicate this joint to MC Trouble and to
    um...Trouble T-Roy
    And to um...Scott La Rock and to um...Cowboy, you know what I'm sayin?
    This is for the slain rappers and the fallen rappers
    you know what I'm sayin (sayin)?
    This is a special, special, special, special, special dedication
    And also to my pops and also to Vinny, his moms (moms)
    you know what I'm sayin?
    You just gotta keep it happy and keep the vibes going
    and this is Vibes and Stuff
    And we out...

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