Текст песни A Tribe Called Quest - Buggin Out
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[phife dawg]Yo, microphone check one two what is thisThe five foot assassin with the ruffneck businessI float like gravity, never had a cavityGot more rhymes than the winans got familyNo need to sweat arsenio to gain some type of fameNo shame in my game cause Ill always be the sameStyles upon styles upon styles is what I haveYou wanna diss the phifer but you still dont know the halfI sport new balance sneakers to avoid a narrow pathMessin round with this you catch ? the sizin of em? I never half step cause Im not a half stepperDrink a lot of soda so they call me dr. pepperRefuse to com-pete with bs competitionYour name aint special ed so wont you seckle with the missionI never walk the streets, think its all about meEven though deep in my heart, it really could beI just try my best to like go all outSome might even say yo shorty black youre buggin out[q-tip]Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh, uh!Zulu nation, brothers thats creationMinds get flooded, ejaculationRight on the two inch tapeThe abstract poet incognito, runsss the capeNot the best not the worst and occasionally I curse to get myPoint across, so bust, the flossAs I go in betweeen, the grit and the dirtListen to the mission listen miss as I do work, ummAs I crack the, monotoneChildren of the jazz so, get your ownSmokin r&b cause they try to do meOr the best of the pack but they cant do rapFor its abstract, orig-inalYou cant get your own and thats, pitifulI know Id be the man if I cold yanked the plugOn r&b, but I cant and thats buggedBuggin out, buggin out, buggin out youre buggin out (repeat 8x)[phife dawg]Yo when you bug out, you usually have a reason for the actionSometimes you dont its just for mere satisfactionPeople be houndin, always surroundinPulsin, just like a migraine poundinYou dont really fret, you stay in your sense? comafied? your feeling, of absolute tenseYou soar off to another world, deep in your mindBut people seem to take that, as being unkind"oh yo hes acting stank," really on a regal? A man of the fame not a man of the peopleBelieve that if you wanna but I tell you this muchRiding on the train with no dough, sucksOnce again a case of your feet in my nikesIf a crowd is in my realm Im saying -- mic pleaseHip-hop is living, cant yank the plugIf you do the result, will end up kind of bugged[q-tip]Yo, I am not an invalid although I used to smoke the weed outAli shaheed muhammad used to say I had to be outSchemin on the cookies with the crazy boomin back bunsPushin on the real ? hardest? so we can have the big funWhen I left for rosie I was boulevard statusBattling a mc was when tip was at his baddestIt was one mc after one mcWhat the world could they be wanting see from little old meDo I have the formula to save the world? Or was it just because I used to swipe the women and all the girlsIm the type of brother with the crazy extended hand kidDissed by all my brothers I was all up what my man didSupposed to be my man but now I wonder cause youre feebleI go out with the strongest and I seperate the evilsIts your brain against my mind, for those about to boot outAll you nasty critters even though you see I bug outBuggin out, buggin out, buggin out youre buggin out (repeat 8x)