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   Verse One: Phife
  
   Ayo who wanna pull on Phifer long time no hear from
   Suckers walkin' around talking about they could get some
   But that pop is non cypher, no can do
   And if you think I'm a dope, then ask the other crew
   And I proceed to let you know, exactly how to flow
   I'm not Lawn Doctor so just step off with the hoe
   Oops my mistake I didn't know you went with her
   Should I run down the line of the all the kids that done hit her
   Don't be bitter, I hear that honey resembles a critter
   I heard she likes to do one-one my man John Ritter
   But back to the subject you can't catch wreck
   You must get respect, to earn respect
   Suckers think they could herb me cuz know I where specks
   You're full of jokes, but you your name ain't flex
   I got the riches, the bitches, I'm large like a Huxtable
   You think you're all that but you're girl's quite doable
   Yeah, I'm tellin' you G, to back up off me
   I'm not a mad cohort, but I'm not Mr. Softee
   Rappin' is an art, coming straight from the heart
   So forget the chart because the action can start
  
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   Verse Two: Q-Tip
  
   Where ya at? To all my peoples with the funk
   I'm the undercover brother dump your hoe in the trunk
   Save all the sad songs and the tearjerkers
   Niggaz step up it's the lyrical worker
   The poems that I create ain't in paper back books
   The poems that I create are for hookers and the crooks
   My mental is excelling cuz I dabble in the books
   I'm not the one to front on, so suboops-suboops
   Yo I gets the pickens, I'm such a damn Dickens
   If you step to this then the plot just thickens
   I'll run you around the track like a bunny and a dog
   To me, your just another MC on the log
   A link on the chain, fluid on the brain
   I boast of hype lyrics, and yours are mardane
   See I can't maintain, especially if you come back
   I'm the lyrical master blaster, yeah I can do that
   I can also do your girl, so leave the hoe at home
   Cuz when I get done, I'll have her strung on bones
   It's the no-joke pressure, that elevates my mind
   Makes me pick up and go when it's time to drop a rhyme
   My title is locked, the Abstract poetic
   I'm in the idle mode but my energy's kinetic
   So smooth and debonair, especially for the ear
   Gotta keep my thing in gear cuz it's evident and clear
   That I will rock, rock, rock [fades away]
  
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