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A Tribe Called Quest |
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Beats Rhymes & Life |
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The Pressure |
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In this american metropolis filled with mc's |
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A tribe called quest came to drop jewels wit' ease |
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Plus make you party, we do this music thing for everybody |
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Black, white, latino and asian, we cold raisin' |
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The stakes of hip-hop to a new plateau |
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To gaps in generations for future plantations |
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A god-fearin' folk cos we all from the yolk |
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Of one breed, one seed, to good goals we proceed |
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Nowadays i strive to be a very good influence |
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Even though not too long ago i was a truant |
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Now i'm droppin' it on this and many broad topics |
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From man's obsession with money to holy prophets |
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Like mohammed, yo, you know the scene is so freaky |
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Enemies they denounce me and my own try to sweep me |
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Now i got hip-hop acts posin' like fat cats |
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Lex and a rolex, moet and a top hat |
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But what about your contract, slick? is you proper? |
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It's time we turned the tables of this hip-hop fable |
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I be strivin yo', tryna bang these joints out my skillet |
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And fulfil it, think about these kids, we can't kill it |
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Now every dog has his day, but eff that, it's my year |
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All you gat pullin' mc's could never come near |
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All that bogus type chatter, please put it to rest |
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It's the phifer from quest leavin' venues a mess |
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So i even start to (rap) when you know you have no (haps) |
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Wit' your simpleton (lyrics), your light-hearted (act) |
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Step back, me no have no time for dat |
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I'm blowin' up the spot for all you ras clot idi-ots |
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In a world where you have like a zillion mc's |
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Ninety percent of all you suckers have filthy lps |
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***** this, trick that, come on, act like you know |
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I be that up north mc who never chose to play the down-low |
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(his name is phife dawg) i label myself as the boss (true dat) |
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Same height as little vicious, yet i'm shorter than kriss kross |
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Queens representation, son, you know how we do |
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While light' and sha, they represent bk to the fullest |
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I be the sidekick to the abstract, so get ready for combat |
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Yo, what about about them biters? errr! me not like that |
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My motto is to wreck shop, i do it on the non-stop |
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Come on party people, you must give me my props |
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Cos y'all know good and damn well that the style has been mastered |
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So head for the border you peasy-haired bastards |
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Before i start to put it on ya, come on now, must i warn ya? |
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Queens is in the house so all mc's go hold their corner |
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We feelin' pressures in here |
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You know we feelin' pressures |
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Feelin' pressures in here |
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You know we feelin' pressures |
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We gotta stand clear |
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Jus' gotta stand clear |
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Gotta gotta stand clear of the pressure |
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The what? |