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[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's 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 (Ass) the sizin of em (Balls)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 all the weed 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

Come an fight 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 (ass) hardest (dick) 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)