Verse
[q-tip]
In this american metropolis filled with mcand's
a tribe called quest came to drop jewels witand' ease
plus make you party, we do this music thing for everybody
black, white, latino and asian, we cold raisinand'
the stakes of hip-hop to a new plateau
to bridge gaps in generations for future plantations
a god-fearinand' folk cos we all from the yolk
of one breed, one seed, to good goals we proceed
nowadays i strive to be a very good influence
even though not too long ago i was a truant
now iand'm droppinand' it on this and many broad topics
from manand's obsession with money to holy prophets
like mohammed, yo, you know the scene is so freaky
enemies they denounce me and my own try to sweep me
now i got hip-hop acts posinand' like fat cats
lex and a rolex, moet and a top hat
but what about your contract, slick? is you proper?
itand's time we turned the tables of this hip-hop fable
i be strivin yoand', tryna bang these joints out my skillet
and fulfil it, think about these kids, we canand't kill it
[phife]
Now every dog has his day, but eff that, itand's my year
all you gat pullinand' mcand's could never come near
all that bogus type chatter, please put it to rest
itand's the phifer from quest leavinand' venues a mess
so i even start to (rap) when you know you have no (haps)
witand' your simpleton (lyrics), your light-hearted (act)
step back, me no have no time for dat
iand'm blowinand' up the spot for all you ras clot idi-ots
in a world where you have like a zillion mcand's
ninety percent of all you suckers have filthy lps
bitch this, trick that, come on, act like you know
i be that up north mc who never chose to play the down-low
(his name is phife dawg) i label myself as the boss (true dat)
same height as little vicious, yet iand'm shorter than kriss kross
queens representation, son, you know how we do
while lightand' and sha, they represent bk to the fullest
i be the sidekick to the abstract, so get ready for combat
yo, what about about them biters? errr! me not like that
my motto is to wreck shop, i do it on the non-stop
come on party people, you must give me my props
cos yand'all know good and damn well that the style has been mastered
so head for the border you peasy-haired bastards
before i start to put it on ya, come on now, must i warn ya?
queens is in the house so all mcand's go hold their corner
Outro
We feelinand' pressures in here
you know we feelinand' pressures
feelinand' pressures in here
you know we feelinand' pressures
we gotta stand clear
jusand' gotta stand clear
gotta gotta stand clear of the pressure
the what?
