Phife:

The mad man Malik makes MCs run for Milk of Magnesia

Maybe that'll ease ya

Master of this microphone mackin, master as in great

I'll have your brain goin in circles as my style tends to ovulate

I'm makin moves, never movies, that's why y'all MCs lose me

Retrace, won't, so your stubborn like groupies

Kid, you know my flava, tear this whole jam apart

Fuck around and have your heart, like Jordan had Starks

While you playin hokey pokey, there's no time to be dokey

Cuz I come out to play every night like Charles Oakley

Dissin around with wack rhymin

You lose your grip from chalk climbin

Let me take this time to say R.I.P. to Phyllis Hyman

Who never got the props that she damn well deserved

But see me, you don't wanna see me, cuz all MCs are gettin served

The nerve, for you to even step to the Phifer

I'll bumrush your set and crush your whole cypher

Reserve, a spot for me in hip hop's hall of fame

Cuz rappin ain't no game, big up your head and maintain

Yeah, Queens forever in this piece crushin any beef

Ain't nuthin sweet, the bakery's across the fuckin street

Phife Dawg, swingin it back and forth just like Aaliyah

Makin moves on your heart like that trick Tamia

No doubt about it, I love hip hop to death

But yo Tip, bring in the chorus cuz I'm losin my breath



Consequence:

A, yo, you know the deal when the diggy Dawg is on the scene

We got the fiend bumpin straight from the borough Queens

You know the deal when the diggy Dawg is on the scene

We got the fiend bumpin straight from the borough Queens

You know the deal when the diggy Dawg is on the scene

You know the deal, ha, you know the deal



Phife:

Big up pop Duke, that