mc's upon a plan they call real tryin' to set it profess mic techniques illegit inaccurate perceptions of reality embedded in their minds thus their rhymes are discredited (check it out) [Q-Tip
there's no need to censor Kiss on, peep it, but you want to beep it, what I feel like slapping a sticker on ya (chill chill, see) but Too magical rhymes
out to you Special Ed and Buckshot, this a shout to you I don't know if it's the end but yo, it might be Big up to Q-Tip, Alicia Heed and Spike Lee
cool girl She rhyme Brooklyn, the Bronx, USA, the world Latifah run the family Me say me have to do it for the R.E. posse You try to be down, you can
rolodex, who flow is next? Comin out to {fuck} with the best, put it in your chest Inhale it and hold that, blow it out when I say let go; let's see
only look like fuck food to me) Spin that booty 'round, drop it to the ground, let it make a sound, do-do it, baby Do it like that, lemme see the kitty-kat, then I hit it
Stinkin' movin', my whole crew is comin' through Yeah I see maxi curls (Yeah) Players, activator I see maxi curls (Yeah) Remote control alligators 'Bout it, 'bout it
shawty me and my niggas so official with it Poetic pimpin', ain't no playin' when we step up in it Like this, go all out nigga don't be scared to bust
vapes Even though last year they was G Q Took a lot of time Before the D E L could see through The mask, all I had to do was ask The hamper worth and
Q-Tip: Just feelin' things out for real, ya know? Just wanna do me for real, ya know? No reason to make it complicated, you feelin' agitated, You love
'all do But you got to be finished befo' the music is through... [Q-Tip - Verse 1ne] I don't think they heard me, hold up.. ..So here we go, now It be
know my type I be right on the block I don't give a fuck if ya'll I got platinum records or not I be thugin, keeping it real Holdin it down From the
can put it on a platter, girl, it don't matter I make it hot and you can pop it like a firecracker In the, bathroom, livin' room Outside in the yard, it
two step my drink and my two step It's on, it's on, it's on and I'm home get the patron and tell them that it's on All the Bottle poppin Patron
plenty of tools And when you see me on the block, I come to give 'em the blues Everybody freeze and drop when lil' wheezy cock And niggas be like Q-Tip
long-wired q-tip, stuck up your penis Waitin' for the test results to come back from upstairs While you say your prayers And ask yourself, ?Was it really worth it
x4) When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell Cause I'm a hundred mad, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit' the goodie