Verse
[Q-Tip]
In this American metropolis filled with MC`s
A Tribe Called Quest came to drop jewels wit` ease
Plus make you party, we do this music thing for everybody
Black, White, Latino and Asian, we cold raisin`
The stakes of hip-hop to a new plateau
To bridge gaps in generations for future plantations
A god-fearin` folk cos we all from the yolk
Of one breed, one seed, to good goals we proceed
Nowadays I strive to be a very good influence
Even though not too long ago I was a truant
Now I`m droppin` it on this and many broad topics
From man`s obsession with money to holy prophets
Like Mohammed, yo, you know the scene is so freaky
Enemies they denounce me and my own try to sweep me
Now I got hip-hop acts posin` like fat cats
Lex and a Rolex, Moet and a top hat
But what about your contract, slick? Is you proper?
It`s time we turned the tables of this hip-hop fable
I be strivin yo`, tryna bang these joints out my skillet
And fulfil it, think about these kids, we can`t kill it
[Phife]
Now every dog has his day, but eff that, it`s my year
All you gat pullin` MC`s could never come near
All that bogus type chatter, please put it to rest
It`s the Phifer from Quest leavin` venues a mess
So I even start to (Rap) when you know you have no (Haps)
Wit` your simpleton (Lyrics), your light-hearted (Act)
Step back, me no have no time for dat
I`m blowin` up the spot for all you ras clot idi-ots
In a world where you have like a zillion MC`s
Ninety percent of all you suckers have filthy LPs
Bitch this, trick that, come on, act like you know
I be that up north MC who never chose to play the down-low
(His name is Phife Dawg) I label myself as The Boss (True dat)
Same height as Little Vicious, yet I`m shorter than Kriss Kross
Queens representation, son, you know how we do
While Light` and Sha, they represent BK to the fullest
I be the sidekick to The Abstract, so get ready for combat
Yo, what about about them biters? Errr! Me not like that
My motto is to wreck shop, I do it on the non-stop
Come on party people, you must give me my props
Cos y`all know good and damn well that the style has been mastered
So head for the border you peasy-haired bastards
Before I start to put it on ya, come on now, must I warn ya?
Queens is in the house so all MC`s go hold their corner
Outro
We feelin` pressures in here
You know we feelin` pressures
Feelin` pressures in here
You know we feelin` pressures
We gotta stand clear
Jus` gotta stand clear
Gotta gotta stand clear of the pressure
The what?
