| Lyrics: | Phife:
The mad man Malik makes MCs run for Milk of Magnesia
Maybe that'll ease ya
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Master of this microphone mackin, master as in great
I'll have your brain goin in circles
as my style tends to ovulate
I'm makin moves, never movies, that's why y'all MCs lose me
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Retrace, won't, 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, there's no time to be dokey
Cuz I come out to play every night like Charles Oakley
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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
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But see me, you don't wanna see me, cuz all MCs are gettin served
The nerve, for you to
even step to the Phifer
I'll bumrush your set and crush your whole cypher
Reserve, a
spot for me in hip hop's hall of fame
Cuz rappin ain't no game, big up your head and
maintain
Yeah, Queens forever in this piece crushin any beef
Ain't nuthin sweet, the
bakery's across the fuckin street
Phife Dawg, swingin it back and forth just like Aaliyah
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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 I'm losin my breath
Consequence:
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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
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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, that's where I cau |
