作词 : Davis, Taylor

Let me flaunt the style
I think that the time's near
That we drop studs
There will be no duds here
Rappers play the dumb
Kinda on the space tip
But when they hear the jams
They be on the dilsnick
Now I'm not for the rock
I know the territory
Go ahead and try
That's a different story
Similar to Grimm
I could write a better one
All about a kid
Who couldn't rap and didn't run
Stand aside
When the rap is gettin' dumb
Resort to baggin' Billy
Askin' can he have some
No  never ever come back
And try again man
If you come back
I'll be the first
To shake your hand
Competitions good
It brings out the vital parts
The Abstract Poetic
Majors in recital arts
Do it for the kids
The elders and the rap peers
When the job is don
Then we hear a lot of cheers
Gotta feel the vibes
Come from my creation
If the hands 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
'Cuz that's how good
It feels child
Let your hair down
So we can get buckwild
Do your ill dance
Don't think about the next man
We must have unity
And think of the bigger plan
The vision  we fall
We must stick together  see
I'd like to take this time
To say what's up to Kool G
The name is Q-Tip
The Midnight Marauder
Give enough respect
To Africa Bambaataa
As a man in the world
I must do my job
Take care of Mama Duke
I won't resort to rob
Bob you'll get your dough
Mase is my witness
Obsessed with the rap
For it's the mental fitness
Like shootin' cee-lo
And always gettin' headcracks
The industry is luck
Winning with the fake raps
Peace to the crews
Who pump the real hip hop
Not sellin' out
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
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
All the people
In Long Island
We got the vibe
Brooklyn and Queens
We got the vibe
Uptown and New York
We got the vibe
People upstate
We got the vibe
If you're in DC
You got the vibe
Maryland  Virginia
Carolina vibe
Out West
We got the vibe
In the Bahamas
We got the 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
Emma to Cindy
Constance to Wendy
'Cuz I be more friendly
Never on the snotty side
I don't brag to brothas
About the little papes I got
My vocal styles can vary
The sight is never scary
It's only legendary
My father well prepared me
My job ain't temporary
I'm here for the long shot
Better yet  the long term
I don't have a 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
It's as good as grand like that
I wanna say
Peace and dedicate
This joint to MC Trouble
And to Trouble T-Roy
And to Scott La
Rock and to Cowboy
You know what I'm sayin'
This is for the slain rappers
And the fallen rappers
You know what I'm sayin'
This is a special  special
Special  special
Special dedication
And also to my pops
And also to Vinny  his 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