Verse One: Phife Dawg



Aiyyo swing swing swing, to chop chop chop

Yo that's the sound when MC's get mopped

Don't come around town without the hip in your hop

Cause when the shit hits the fan, that ass'll get dropped

MC's wanna attack me but them punks can't cope

I'll have you left without a job, like Isley from The Love Boat

So money watch your mouth, or I might have to bust ya

Battlin MC's, from JFK to Russia

Back down to London, Sweden and Brazil

Do a U.S. tour for three months and then a chill

Styles be fat like Jackie Gleason, the rest be Art Carney

People love the Dawg like the kids love Barney

";I love you, you love me";

The shorty Phife Dawg is your favorite MC

So move back yaself dread, you know the element

The Tribe is good for your health like a can of Nutriment

MC's don't have no winds, MC's don't have no winds

I flips you crazier than a busload of Jerry's Kids

Your crew don't want it, man your crew don't want it

But if you feel you can swing it, then money please bring it

(sup) Large Professor in the house (sup)

(sup) You know how we do (sup)

(sup) I stay on your crew (sup)

(whassup) like Mario Lemieux (whassup)

(Whassup?) Peace to Ike Love

(Sup? Hah hah) and the rest of the crew (Whassup?)

(Whassup?) I meet you guys in front the cleaners

Bring the blunts and the brew so



Verse Two: Q-Tip



Whassup kids? The Ab is speaking from the moon

Thanks for your support, aiyyo I'll be home soon

But the only thing I ask when I return from my task

Is a whole bunch of beats and a Blass full of ass

My fist stands firm because I'm, black and solid

I open up your pores like a plate full of collards

C'mon take it easy