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A Tribe Called Quest - Jazz(We Got The...)

Intro/Chorus

We got the jazz [X4]

Verse One: Q-Tip

Stern firm and young with a laid-back tongue
The aim is to succeed and achieve at 21
Just like Ringling Brothers, I'll daze and astound
Captivate the mass, cause the prose is profound

Do it for the strong, we do it for the meek
Boom it in your boom it in your boom it in your Jeep
Or your Honda or your Beemer or your Legend or your Benz
The rave of the town to your foes and your friends

So push it, along, trails, we blaze
Don't deserve the gong, don't deserve the praise
The tranquility will make ya unball your fist
For we put hip-hop on a brand new twist

A brand new twist with the homie-alistic
So low-key that ya probably missed it
And yet it's so loud that it stands in the crowd
When the guy takes the beat, they bowed

So raise up squire, address your attire
We have no time to wallow in the mire
If you're on a foreign path, then let me do the lead
Join in the essence of the cool-out breed

Then cool out to the music cuz it makes ya feel serene
Like the birds and the bees and all those groovy things
Like getting stomach aches when ya gotta go to work
Or staring into space when you're feeling berserk

I don't really mind if it's over your head
Cuz the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead
So pay attention, it's not hard to decipher
And after the horns, you can check out the Phifer

Chorus


Verse Two: Phife Dawg

Competition, dem Phifer come sideway
But competition, dey mus' me come straightway
Competition, dem Phifer come sideway
But competition, dey mus' come straightway

Hows about that, it seems like it's my turn again
All through the years my mike has been my best friend
I know some brothers wonder, can Phifer really kick it?
Some even wanna dis me, but why sweat it?

I'm all into my music cuz it's how I make papes
Tryin' to make hits, like Kid Capri makes tapes
Me sweat another? I do my own thing
Strictly hardcore tracks, not a new jack swing

I grew up as a Christian so to Jah I give thanks
Collect my banks, listen to Shabba Ranks
I sing, and chat, I do all of that
It's 1991 and I refuse to come wack

I take off my hat to other crews that intend to rock
But the Low End Theory's here, it's time to wreck shop
I got Tip and Shah, so whom shall I fear
Stop look and listen, but please don't stare

So jet to the store, and buy the LP
On Jive/RCA, cassettes and CD's
Produced and arranged by the four-man crew
And oh shit, Skiff Anselm, he gets props too

Make sure you have a system with some phat house speakers
So the new shit can rock, from Mars to Massapequa
Cuz where I come from quality is job one
And everybody up on Linden know we get the job done

So peace to that crew, and peace to this crew
Bring on the tour, we'll see you at a theatre nearest you


Verse Three: Q-Tip

Hey yo but wait, back it up, hup, easy back it up
Please let the Abstract embellish on the cut

Back and forth just like a Cameo song
If you dig this joint then please come dance along
To the music cuz it's done just for the rhyme
Now I gotta scat and get mine, underline

The jazz, the what? The jazz can move that ass
Cuz the Tribe originates that feelin' of pizzazz
It's the universal sound, best to brothers underground
In the one-six below, ya didn't have to go

Some say that I'm a sinner cuz I once had an orgy
And sometimes for breakfast I eat grits and porgies
If this is a stinker, then call me a stink, I ask
"What? What? What?" - now check it out

All my peoples in Queens ya don't stop
Now all my peoples in Brooklyn ya don't stop
And all my peoples uptown ya don't stop
That includes the Bronx a' Harlem ya don't stop

Now to that girl Ramelle ya don't stop
I say because Ladies First ya don't stop
And to the JB's, ya don't stop
And De La Soul, ya don't stop

To my Brand Nubians ya don't stop
And to my Leaders of the New ya don't stop
To my man Large Professor ya don't stop
Pete Rock for the beat ya don't stop

Everybody in the place ya don't stop
Ya keep it on, to the rhythm, ya don't stop
And last but not least on the sure shot
It's the Zulu nation

A Tribe Called Quest - Buggin Out

[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
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&b cause they try to do me
Or the best of the pack but they can't do rap
For it's abstract, orig-inal
You can't get your own and that's, pitiful
I know i'd be the man if i cold yanked the plug
On r&b, but i can't and that's bugged

Buggin out, buggin out, buggin out you're buggin out (repeat 8x)

[phife dawg]
Yo when you bug out, you usually have a reason for the action
Sometimes you don't it's just for mere satisfaction
People be houndin, always surroundin
Pulsin, just like a migraine poundin
You don't really fret, you stay in your sense
?comafied? your feeling, of absolute tense
You soar off to another world, deep in your mind
But people seem to take that, as being unkind
"oh yo he's acting stank," really on a regal?
A man of the fame not a man of the people
Believe that if you wanna but i tell you this much
Riding on the train with no dough, sucks
Once again a case of your feet in my nike's
If a crowd is in my realm i'm saying -- mic please
Hip-hop is living, can't yank the plug
If you do the result, will end up kind of bugged

[q-tip]
Yo, i am not an invalid although i used to smoke the weed out
Ali shaheed muhammad used to say i had to be out
Schemin on the cookies with the crazy boomin back buns
Pushin on the real ?hardest? so we can have the big fun
When i left for rosie i was boulevard status
Battling a mc was when tip was at his baddest
It was one mc after one mc
What the world could they be wanting see from little old me
Do i have the formula to save the world?
Or was it just because i used to swipe the women and all the girls
I'm the type of brother with the crazy extended hand kid
Dissed by all my brothers i was all up what my man did
Supposed to be my man but now i wonder cause you're feeble
I go out with the strongest and i seperate the evils
It's your brain against my mind, for those about to boot out
All you nasty critters even though you see i bug out

Buggin out, buggin out, buggin out you're buggin out (repeat 8x)