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De La Soul f A Tribe Called Quest

Clear Lake Auditorium

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We are here to tell the world just who we are Shocking female (MC`s), shocking female (MC`s) (Repeat 2x)Verse 1: PhifeNo need for, introductions, cause I know you know my name andKnocking MC`s out the frame and, putting them suckers to shame andI live for hip-hop, so I have no time for fun and games andSo just come and peep the unique styles we are displayingThe beat`s just ridiculous, the lyrics articulateFeels good, as if a girl just touched her clitorisSucker MC`s, I`m killing `em, I`m so sick of seeing `emSilly (shit) when they rhyme, like that red rugby shirt worn by GilliganPlus the hat, they (shit) is wackWhen you see me coming take ten steps backI make usage of the pronouns, adjectives, verbsMy granny says "You always had a way with words"And that`s because my word is bond, lyrics are lawsSucker MC`s look at me like I`m friggin` eye soreVerse 2: PosdnuosHeere comes a brother hipping others on the style they lackI`ve always rhymed abstract, I even know the brother named AbstractI am the earner of the soul in mineForget the physical cause the physical will die with timeI`m shaped to vibrate in definite proportionsOf the kids who need the fix (Just listen to the mix)I got the knowledge constant for the rubbishingLike (niggas) use the Clinton loops as if they owned the publishingGums be bleeding from illegal feeding on my verbI bring the Mardi Gras to your faceI outwit vipers in my rhyme cipherI can easily lick them cause they`re victims of the subconscious raceTossing periods in front of false reps?It`s not the 187 when the 360 sleptYou swallow the cake from the plate of elevateOr you might get sparked by the crew who got the weightSo recessitating rap like the hicks do with PresleyIt`s the kid who peed the jeans in Orleans off of NesleySh. Fe. MC number nine, if you let me rhyme nine times infinitely I will climbI let my Walkman from Sony play cassettes from RaboniWhich guarantees to put me on the narrow roadAyo, that`s it from me, Plug 3, and Ali explode!Verse 3: Q-TipWhen I rhyme, the effect just ripplesYou sound sick, I hope your cells get sicklesYou formulate into real stiff (shit)Then I bet that it cut the chit chitCause the Ab will, be sharper than a GinsuCutter or your bum (ass) head for the gutterThis is not a game and we ain`t looking for the fameThat ain`t the aim, we came to rip the jam out the frameMy inter-reaction with paper is amazingSo needless to say mad trails are left blazingA whole lot of bull(shit) rhymes start to get playBut I`m here to say real rhymes to payI`m the type of brother that writes until my knuckles get naryAnd through the domepiece, the rhymes will carryThen transported to my throat then the quotes hit the airAs I stand dipped with the waresRhymes get slot times, move back from the jackIt`s the verbal constructor, some MC`s is wackI make a girl do the bogle, doo doo brown and allMake (niggas) jump up, drink Don, and have a ballI ainimate the unlively with the verbal combatThe Abstract, never the wackMotivator of the many like MosesMoving through, bringing danger to the dummies that posesThat means you the sub relator of the sub cultureLike a vulture I swoop down on crowns, cause confusion all aroundMental burdens I bring to MC`s who singThey sad songs, money, your dough`s not longMine on the other hand is lengthy typeThe Abstract gets real, real, realVerse 4: DoveReal down to Earth I hit the Long Island RailYou never see me tango with the horn and the tailI got the kid for your mind I design it like senderSmoking made hope from my neighbors, and the50/50 luck takes the "S" off my chestCause the "S" on my chest makes a messSettling for Superman, stupid man, put on your glassesNow your (ass) be slow guessing like molasassContinue the menu, next on the platterHey where that (bitch) at? (He`s right here boy!)I gotta see what I got and who I`m getting it withThis ain`t no nickle dime game that I`m peddling withMikie Rose said "Stop riding, it be dividingTaking me out how I be vibing"Packing hard like pistol but my pops got the crystalTold me if I ever need it just *whistle*

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