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Vibes And Stuff

Q-Tip:



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)



Phife:



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



Q-Tip:



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...

A Tribe Called Quest

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