[Phife Dawg]

Yo, microphone check one two what is this

The five foot assassin with the ruffneck business

I float like gravity, never had a cavity

Got more rhymes than the Winans got family

No need to sweat Arsenio to gain some type of fame

No shame in my game cause I'll always be the same

Styles upon styles upon styles is what I have

You wanna diss the Phifer but you still don't know the half

I sport New Balance sneakers to avoid a narrow path

Messin round with this you catch ?the sizin of em?

I never half step cause I'm not a half stepper

Drink a lot of soda so they call me Dr. Pepper

Refuse to com-pete with BS competition

Your name ain't Special Ed so won't you Seckle With the Mission

I never walk the streets, think it's all about me

Even though deep in my heart, it really could be

I just try my best to like go all out

Some might even say yo shorty black you're buggin' out





[Q-Tip]

Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh, uh!

Zulu Nation, brothers that's creation

Minds get flooded, ejaculation

right on the two inch tape

The Abstract poet incognito, runsss the cape

Not the best not the worst and occasionally I curse to get my

point across, so bust, the floss

As I go in betweeen, the grit and the dirt

Listen to the mission listen Miss as I do work, umm

as I crack the, monotone

Children of the jazz so, get your own

Smokin R