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A Tribe Called Quest

Vibes and Stuff

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Q-Tip:Let me flaunt the style (style), I think that the time`s nearThat we drop studs (studs), there will be no duds hereRappers play the dumb (dumb), kinda on the space tipBut when they hear the jams (jams), they be on the dilsnickNow I`m not for the rock (rock), I know the territoryGo ahead and try (try), that`s a different storySimilar to Grimm (Grimm), I could write a better oneAll about a kid (kid), who couldn`t rap and didn`t runStand (stand) aside (aside), when the rap is gettin dumbResort to baggin Billy (Billy), askin can he have someNo, never ever (ever) come back and try again manIf you come back (back), I`ll be the first to shake your handCompetitions good (good), it brings out the vital partsThe Abstract Poetic (`etic), majors in recital artsDo it for the kids (kids), the elders and the rap peersWhen the job is done (done), then we hear a lot of cheersGotta feel the vibes (vibes), come from my creationIf the hands clap (clap) are filled with elationHere I am ghetto, full with a lot of steamThink I gotta, I think I gotta, I think I gotta scream (scream)Cuz that`s how good it feels childLet your hair down (down), so we can get buckwildDo your ill dance (dance), don`t think about the next manWe must have unity and think of the bigger planThe vision, we fall (fall) we must stick together, seeI`d like to take this time (time) to say what`s up to Kool GThe name is Q-Tip (Tip), The Midnight MarauderGive enough respect (`spect) to Afrika BambaataaAs a man in the world (world), I must do my jobTake care of Mama Duke (Duke), I won`t resort to robBob you`ll get your dough (dough), Mase is my witnessObsessed with the rap (rap), for its the mental fitnessLike shootin cee-lo (lo), and always gettin headcracksThe industry is luck (luck), winning with the fake rapsPeace to the crews (crews), who pump the real hip hopNot 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 itIf the papes come, then you know I`ll seek itI`m just a short brotha, dark skin faceWeigh a buck-fifty, 36 waistMy hair is crazy curlyFront like Mr. FurleyTo this day, I still believe that no MC can serve meBrothas try to front, but everybody know (know)I get more props than the Arsenio Hall ShowParty animal I was, but now I chill at homeAll I do is write rhymes, eat, drink, shit and boneFound my thrill in Amityville, I`m always in the IslandFudge and Monkey know the time, they know who keeps `em smilinGo out on my own, somethin that I gotta doDo what the hell I want and have no one to listen toI`m prompt with my business and I do things on the doubleYo, I`m out like Buster Douglass, I say peace to MC TroubleRest in PeaceQ-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 vibeAnd we gotta keep it alive, it goes on...Of rap I`m a fan, I`ve seen a whole lot of subsGoods with the girls, I got a whole lot of `emFrom fat to skinny, Freeda to Winnie (Winnie)Emma to Cindy, Constance to Wendy (Wendy)Cuz I be more friendly (friendly), never on the snotty sideI 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 shotBetter yet, the long term, I don`t have a perm (perm)In a way I do, call `em the perma-napsI`m crazy slap-happy and I`m scrappy when I`m nappyWhen 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 toum...Trouble T-RoyAnd to um...Scott La Rock and to um...Cowboy, you know what I`m sayin?This is for the slain rappers and the fallen rappersyou know what I`m sayin (sayin)?This is a special, special, special, special, special dedicationAnd 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 goingand this is Vibes and StuffAnd we out...

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