The Chase Part II - A Tribe Called Quest I'm 'bout to wreck ya body get say turn the party out I'm 'bout to wreck ya body get say turn the party out I'm 'bout to wreck ya body get say turn the party out I'm 'bout to wreck ya body get say turn the party out I'm 'bout to wreck ya body get say turn the party out I'm 'bout to wreck ya body get say turn the party out I'm 'bout to wreck ya body get say turn the party out I'm 'bout to wreck ya body get say turn the party out Them can't touch me no them can't touch me Them can't hold me no them can't hold me Them can't touch me no them can't touch me Them can't hold me no them can't hold me Turn the party out Damn Phife you got fat Yeah I know it looks pathetic Ali Shaheed Muhammad got me doing calisthenics uh Needless to say boy I'm bad to the bone Making love to my mic like Jarobi on the phone But um no time for jokes what There's bills to be paid what Hoes to be laid what punks to be sprayed what Chumps to attack so my man watch your back Ninety-three means skills are a must so never lack uh Sit back and learn come now watch the birdie Your styles are incomplete same as Vinny Testaverde Battlin whenever hot damn Give me the microphone bwoy one time bam Keep it on the corner 'cuz here comes the heat Lyrically it stays the jazz will pace the beat As we proceed to elevate you we in fo fo Run and tell your dad the Abstract's the bag As we proceed to move your high parts we know who has ass Poets got the gimmicks but they lack the sassafras To make the average hardrock and cock the glock And roam the city streets on the jury they hot I be ingredients like sugar and candy If your life is broke girl I'll be the handy dandy That commends you my fee is a shower For you I'll scrub your back and I'll soap the butt crack Make you shiny spiffy in a jiff F**kin with the Ab you got the greatest of gifts Yo my mic is sounding bug Bob Power you there Yeah Adjust the bass and treble make my shit sound clear I'm 'bout to wreck ya body get say turn the party out I'm 'bout to wreck ya body get say turn the party out I'm 'bout to wreck ya body get say turn the party out I'm 'bout to wreck ya body get say turn the party out Make you shiny spiffy in a jiff F**kin' with the Ab you got the greatest of gifts Ayo my mic is sounding bug Bob Power you there Adjust the bass and treble okay could you come in Tip Whoop back yourself man come watch me drop it For showing me I could do it for showing me I can rock it Me not deal wit no changaram bangaram business I got soul on a hymn like Jehovah's got the witness Musically the three poetically be me We in jammin' on the airwaves kids just rave Obey the MCs 'cuz the MCs say We flippin more niggaz like we Super Dave But noticin' my stature y'all niggaz know we gotcha Movin' to the rapture listen how we catch ya Movin' with the grace here we go let's begin Makin' people jump out their goddamn skin Lyrically we bite like we Rin Tin Tin Peace to Grand Pu and his many many skins Don't markers for the arrow 'cuz we know we get the wins It's the Ab Shaheed and the Dawg for the blend I wanna say peace to my man Rob P my man Jerod and Skeff Anslem on the help out and we out like shout Nine-tre oh oh oh oh oh I don't wanna say nine-tre 'Cuz my man Extra P said "Don't say the years" So it's for eternity know what I'm sayin' Rock rock on Everybody in Queens rock rock on Everybody in Brooklyn rock rock on Money earnin' Mt Vernon rock rock on Everybody in Jersey rock rock on Everybody in Philly rock rock on Everybody in Houston rock rock on Everybody LA rock rock on Everybody in The Sand rock rock on Everybody in Egypt rock rock on Everybody Nigeria rock rock on 404

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