Baby Phife's Return

Phife: The mad man
Malik makes
MCs run for
Milk of Magnesia
Maybe thatll ease ya
Master of this microphone mackin, master as in great
Ill have your brain goin in circles as my style tends to ovulate
Im makin moves, never movies, thats why yall
MCs lose me
Retrace, wont, so your stubborn like groupies
Kid, you know my flava, tear this whole jam apart
Fuck around and have your heart, like
Jordan had
Starks While you playin hokey pokey, theres no time to be dokey
Cuz I come out to play every night like
Charles Oakley
Dissin around with wack rhymin
You lose your grip from chalk climbin
Let me take this time to say
R.I.P. to
Phyllis Hyman
Who never got the props that she damn well deserved
But see me, you dont wanna see me, cuz all
MCs are gettin served
The nerve, for you to even step to the
Phifer Ill bumrush your set and crush your whole cypher
Reserve, a spot for me in hip hops hall of fame
Cuz rappin aint no game, big up your head and maintain
Yeah, Queens forever in this piece crushin any beef
Aint nuthin sweet, the bakerys across the fuckin street
Phife Dawg, swingin it back and forth just like
Aaliyah Makin moves on your heart like that trick
Tamia No doubt about it,
I love hip hop to death
But yo Tip, bring in the chorus cuz
Im losin my breath
Consequence:
A, yo, you know the deal when the diggy
Dawg is on the scene
We got the fiend bumpin straight from the borough
Queens You know the deal when the diggy
Dawg is on the scene
We got the fiend bumpin straight from the borough
Queens You know the deal when the diggy
Dawg is on the scene
You know the deal, ha, you know the deal
Phife: Big up pop
Duke, thats where
I caught my athleticism
My mama, no doubt, thats where
I got my lyricism
My nana, thats where
I got my spiritualism
As for Tip and
Shah, they made me stop from smokin izm
Now, when
Im with some cheese,
I be lettin off gism
Writin rhymes since
Daddy Kane and
Biz Mark was on
Prism I gotta brave heart like the one named
Shirley Chisholm
As for my late twin, boy,
I wish I was with him
Got the Lightro in the back talkin bout (come on, get him)
And when it comes to rhymes, no doubt,
I flip em
Sucka MC in my path, hey main,
I say we ship him
Money please, your rhymes are wack, say word, this geek is trippin
Just because my name is
Phife, my man,
Im never slippin
I got the type of flave to have your ass straight bitchin
For those who act cute, see
I got them on mute
Have you walkin through your projects in your birthday suit
Cuz your style is off loot, so
I played him like a flute
If youse a sucka
MC, then its you
I rebuke My style is, everday all day, similar to water
Crushin MCs as if my name was
Sargent Slaughter
Keep shit hotter...than a sauna
Or better yet, the hormones on your
Christian daughter
Hey, I tried to warn her
My sounds the type to kill, like the grill on
Lauryn Hill
So all ya sucka
MCs, yall best go chill
Bout to go to
Union Square so
I can see my care bear
Singin good stuff in my ear, runnin fingers through my hair
Represent the
Zulu Nation with illy rap creations
Just keep shit hotter than
Death Row-
Bad Boy confrontations
Chillin with
Fudge Love because he represents the
Haitians Ya nawmean
Word up I just wanna big up everybody for supportin
A Tribe Called
Quest Through the years
This be the fourth
LP, you know what
Im sayin?
Tip, Shaheed and
Phife, Beats,
Rhymes and
Life Featuring my man, you know what
Im sayin,
Consequence 192 is the area where we represent, for the ladies and gents, ha ha
You know what
Im sayin?
Big up Shaheed
Muhammad, thats my man
Christine, you know what
Im sayin, word life (fading out)
The Abstract
Poetic, rockin this track
Bouncin it all over the place, in your face
You know what
Im sayin?
My man Lightro...