*All we want in this life Is peace, prosperity and a little paper Objects that seem greater But I'm sure well over come when we illin on a drum (x2)
We in a world that places heavy emphasis on money synthesis Y'all can be my witnesses That a fella fascination with money has grown To the point that he will shit on his own We got to have it y'all, its not a Spike Lee cinematic A piece of paper makin niggaz get dramatic But the money doesnt come automatic Gotta motivate ourselves to go and grab it We got to get it yall, in an orderly fashion Some cats go about it with too much passion We got to mediate our greedy levels Cuz the lust of currency can have us sleepin with the devil Gotta recognize it, realize the power that this little ma-huckin piece of paper will devour Man can be greater than the thing he creates See, I'ma do my thing and see how much I can scrape Yo I'd rather have respect than money, no doubt But listen to me y'all, I want the mass amount That the Sesame Street Dracula cant Count So that I can give my people when that thing surmounts To higher levels.. of being.. so when I'm MC-ing I hope to see you there steady G-ing (say word) But the only way we can truly reach that goal Is finding true inner peace and prospering souls It's like that
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Here comes your royal highness, one of Queens finest Believe me, honest, you know you can't stop it Come on son, never leave your mic round me True MC for real ask my man Shaheed Strictly focused on what Im in this rap game for Not for fame and screwing every whore after whore With all that AIDS stuff going round Tell me how that sound Rather hit the studio and hear some beats that pound Now, dont get me wrong I love honeys galore But see hip-hop's my bread butter Cause that's what I get paid for See this is what I wanted Allah helped me to get it And if the beat is wicked You know Malik will rip it From the bottom of my heart Thats where the love starts The love for breakdancing My love for the art And with this love I do hip-hop from the soul A real MC, who never sweats how many copies are sold Yeah I want to go gold, platinum, uh-huh etceteras But why put out some wackness when no one will respect ya Im staying true nuff respect to those that paved the way From Bambaata down to Shah; that be my DJ With out my peeps I don't know how the hell Id make it, word Sometimes I feel that my career is headed for the curb One love for the lendin hand and giving all your help Believing in me when I didn't believe in my own self The Abstract with whom Im always making rugged tunes Kid Hood restin in heaven, I hope to see you soon I keep things hot and this year they're even hotter Big Mu and Shah, one day I'll take my shahada Out!
Linden boulevard represent, represent Tribe called quest represent, represent When the mic is in my hand, i'm never hesitant My favourite jam back in the day was eric b. for president
Rude boy composer Step to me you're over Brothers wanna flex Youre not mad cobra Mc short and black There aint no other Trini-born black like mia longs grandmother Tip and sha they all that, phife-dawg ditto Honey tell your man to chill, or else you'll be a widow Did not you know that my styles are top-dollar? The five-foot assassin knockin fleas off his collar Hip-hop scholar since bein knee-high to a duck The height of mugsy bogues, complexion of a hockey puck You better ask somebody on how we flip the script Come to a tribe show and watch the three kids rip
[q-tip] Queens is in the house represent, represent A tribe called quest represent, represent No tamin of the style cuz it gets irreverent A tribe called quest represent, represent
Huh-huh, here we go You know that i'm the rebel Throwin out the wicked like god did the devil Funky like your grandpas drawers, dont test me We in like that, youre dead like presley When we comin through get tickets to see me We work for the paper so therell never be a preemie Lyrics are abundant cuz we got it by the mass Egos are all idle cuz the music is the task Valenzuela on the pitch, curveball, catch it I think i got it locked, just smooth while i latch it Right Now i must move with the quickness Here comes shaheed so we must bear the witness
Chorus
Stir it up x3 Steve biko
Stir it up x3 Steve biko
Verse 2
[phife] New york city represent, represent A tribe called quest represent, represent The dawg is scientific with the styles i invent A tribe called quest represent, represent
Mcs like to meddle, but heres my proposition I let my lyrics flow, and jumped your whole position I'm radical with this like the man this song is after Yo tip settle down, whats the reason for the laughter?
[q-tip] I really cant say, i guess i laugh to keep from cryin So much goin on, people killin, people dyin But i wont dwell on that, i think i'll elevate my mental Thanks for these bars on the biko instrumental
[phife] Yo i take it back, im the indian giver Mcs take notes as i stand and deliver Percussion isnt less, d's wear the vest While they dodgin bullets, you should be dodgin quest Dont get me wrong, violence is not our forte I just like to rhyme, kick the lyric skills like pele Tip educateem, my rhymes are strictly taboo Fill em with some fantasies and i'll look out like tattoo
[q-tip]
Okay I am recognizing that the voice inside my head Is urging me to be myself but never follow someone else Because opinions are like voices We all have a different kind So just clean out all of your ears These are my views and you will find that We revolutionize over the kick and the snare The ghetto vocalist is on a state-wide tear Soon to be the continent and then the freakin globe Theres room for it all as we mingle at the ball We welcome competion cuz it doesnt make one lazy or worn We gotta work hard, you know the damn card Try to be the fattest is the level that we strive Try to be the fattest also to stay alive
