| Lyrics: | [Phife Dawg]
Yo, microphone check one two what is this
The five foot assassin with the
ruffneck business
I float like gravity, never had a cavity
Got more rhymes than the
Winans got family
No need to sweat Arsenio to gain some type of fame
No shame in my game
cause I'll always be the same
Styles upon styles upon styles is what I have
You wanna
diss the Phifer but you still don't know the half
I sport New Balance sneakers to avoid a
narrow path
Messin round with this you catch ?the sizin of em?
I never half step cause
I'm not a half stepper
Drink a lot of soda so they call me Dr. Pepper
Refuse to com-pete
with BS competition
Your name ain't Special Ed so won't you Seckle With the Mission
I
never walk the streets, think it's all about me
Even though deep in my heart, it really could
be
I just try my best to like go all out
Some might even say yo shorty black you're
buggin' out
[Q-Tip]
Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh, uh!
Zulu Nation, brothers
that's creation
Minds get flooded, ejaculation
right on the two inch tape
The
Abstract poet incognito, runsss the cape
Not the best not the worst and occasionally I curse
to get my
point across, so bust, the floss
As I go in betweeen, the grit and the dirt
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Listen to the mission listen Miss as I do work, umm
as I crack the, monotone
Children
of the jazz so, get your own
Smokin R |
