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and i am apologizing now for the spelling errors, its 34 am and im drunk, so no time for spell check! Gotcha, SLASH i'll mmmm momo all i want! and you cant stop me! | posted on 01-07-2002 @ 9:56 PM |    | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00  | Two-fer Monday :) A Tribe Called Quest hot sex on a platter ( 8x) [Phife Dawg] 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 the two on one like 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 hot sex on a platter ( 8x) [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] hot sex on a platter ( 8x) Oh My God A Tribe Called Quest Q-tip]: Listen up everybody the bottom line I'm a black intellect, but unrefined with precision like a bullet, target bound just livin like a hooker, the harlett sounds now when I say the harlett, you know I mean the hott V-A-V-A-Vader, the brothers in the spot Jalick, Jalick ya wind up ya hit Captain of the poets, I'm the #7 pick lick, lick, lick boy on your backside lick, lick, lick boy on your backside listen to the fader, Shaheed lets it glide Tip the earthly body heavens on my side even in Santo Domingo Can I gotta Gringo we got mikes when do we go know a little nigga who can ryhme when you ask me short, dark, and plus his voice is raspy Phife Dawg 1 for the treble 2 for the bass you know the style Tip it's time to flip this I like my beats hard like two day old shit steady eatin booty M.C's like cheese Grits My man Al B. Sure, he's in effect mode used to have a crush on Dawn from En Vogue it's not like honey dip would wanna get with me but just in case I own more condoms then T.L.C. now the formula is this Me, Tip, and Ali for those who can't count it goes 1-2-3 The answer(scratch-Damn right I'm)Hiccup is how i be brothers find it's hard to do but never me some brothers try to dis my malik you see'm ditchin me now cure all the B.B. M.C.'s my shit is hittin trainin gladiator, anti-hesitater Shaheed push the fader from here to Granada Mr. energetic, who me sound pathetic when's the last time you heard a funky diabetic? (I don't know man(3x)) (I don't know(2x)) [Chorus]: (Oh My God yes, Oh my god(10)) [Q-Tip] Complimentary it be the theif of Poetry I got a humdinger comin hook line and sinker the TIMBO hits with the prints underground TIMBO's on the toes, i like the way it's goin down down like the lady of the evenin when it goes in Toots just beleive the sin cuz Queens is the county, Jamaica is the place Take off your boots cuz you can't run the race [Chorus]: (Oh My God(14))  for a grrl in need of a tourniquet But can you save me Come on and save me If you could save me From the ranks of the freaks who suspect they could never love anyone... | ||||
| Maynard | posted on 01-07-2002 @ 11:53 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Jan. 01 | OOOOOOOHHHHH Ya (echoes) Say What? We was in the back of the joint cooling out And I saw this girl Asked her if she like it like that Nod her head yes, therefore I didn’t stress Let my beat keep knocking cause we rock it like that Bust your ass slow, as if you didn’t know Put my mic inside your brain zone, dis home dis It’s the rhyme, it’s the beat that vibe all together That makes the competitors sound like this Really do I care yo, I let down my hair When the music’s up loud man, I jums real that Lyrical valow, in club, in the go In jeep in America,Tribe go mad Females ride when my niggas just ride With the songs we creating and musically relating Sex niggas talk, my body’s in chart Meanwhile they boot shaking On some funk shit faking Wait, I can’t front, stick men Here’s a few who really come to do What they say gonna do Back at the ranch There’s no car branch Everybody gonna move when we say move Do you like it? Say yeah if you like it like that YEAH!!!!! Do you like it? Hell yeah if you like it like that HELL YEAH!!!!! Do you like it? Tell me if you like it like that YEAH!!!!! Do you like it? Verse two if you like it like that COME ON!!!!! (Q-Tip) Who could be the one Rhyming ill, having fun Blowing up, making musical memories and things Elevate your thoughts on the vibe that we brought While we climbing we shine like a super bowl ring You could do it too I mean hot like we do It’s a lot like we do and make your own mark It’s deeper than the song Hope you live your life long When you win, how you start, kid you gotta have heart Niggas in my shit, move Give a nigga room Back it up, it’s a grown man making on time Plus you damn similar to Newport’s Smoking ain’t a new sport Smoke you sister in vendible Gotta spread love, no matter where you are Where you at, where you went Cause nobody want beef Fountain is good, just flows like a river Just go with a nigga, kid my stay ain’t brief Put your heart in the day, in the night, family Enemies but yo I really don’t wet that We was in the back of the joint cooling out And saw this girl Asked if her if she like it like that, yo You like it that (repeat till fade)  This fucking city Is run by PIGS They take the rights away From all the kids | ||||
This status is sponsored by: P®oJë©T M@¥hέm I Mod VG's ass! | posted on 01-08-2002 @ 2:35 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | [Q-Tip] Can I kick it? (Yes, you can!) *7X* Well, I'm gone (Go on then!) Can I kick it? To all the people who can Quest like A Tribe does Before this, did you really know what live was? Comprehend to the track, for it's why cuz Gettin measures on the tip of the vibers Rock and roll to the beat of the funk fuzz Wipe your feet really good on the rhythm rug If you feel the urge to freak, do the jitterbug Come and spread your arms if you really need a hug Afrocentric living is a big shrug A life filled with *HORN* that's what I love A lower plateau is what we're above If you diss us, we won't even think of Will Nipper the doggy give a big shove? This rhythm really fits like a snug glove Like a box of positives is a plus, love As the Tribe flies high like a dove [Phife Dawg] Can I kick it? (Yes, you can!) *7X* Well, I'm gone (Go on then!) Can I kick it? To my Tribe that flows in layers Right now, Phife is a poem sayer At times, I'm a studio conveyor Mr. Dinkins, would you please be my mayor? You'll be doing us a really big favor Boy this track really has a lot of flavor When it comes to rhythms, Quest is your savior Follow us for the funky behavior Make a note on the rhythm we gave ya Feel free, drop your pants, check your ha-ir Do you like the garments that we wear? I instruct you to be the obeyer A rhythm recipe that you'll savor Doesn't matter if you're minor or major Yes, the Tribe of the game, rhythm player As you inhale like a breath of fresh air 1nce Again Intro: You on point Phife? 1nce Again Tip You on point Phife? 1nce Again Tip You on point Phife? 1nce Again Tip Word Watch me bust they shit OK Chorus: [Tammy Lucas] Ohhhh, you did it to me 1nce Again my friend I swear you do it to me everytime Cause you stay crazy on my mind Yo you got it goin on (say word), on and on and on On and on and on Verse One: Phife Dawg, Q-Tip This is the year that I come in and just devestate My style is great ask your peoples can I dominate? My rhymes are harder than last night's erection Don't play me close, I'll have this mic up in your rear section My shit is lovely simply meaning that my joint is tight Amping up the mic making sure production's tight Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock My name's Malik my hobby's putting MC's to the test And if you front I'll put my foot up in your friggin chest Freestyle fanatic, and never will it ever stop You crew is loose, you might just want to call the cops Aiyyo I gotta put some action on paper Make sure my verse jump up and spread out like the raper The only tip I got for a waiter Is watch the doorknob hit me where the dirty dog shoulda bit me That was my train of thought, but for so long I fought Now I'm at a level supreme to the devil So turn up the bass and lay low on the treble We be the real MC's and you dead, bring a shovel Revitalize, the vital Tribe nigga, WHAT? The ladies sweat the style like the squirrel sweat the nuts You know a fellas good for the moola Don't smoke no woolas, read the name call me Slick Tip the Ruler Chorus Verse Two: Q-Tip, Phife Yo I've been treading on this globe man for twenty-five joints Sometimes Shaitan got me by the pressure points But I can break a fella down like sex You eat Wheat Chex but still light in the ass and can't flex If one nigga front I'ma make more pay Cause toniiiiight, we gettin off like O.J. And yo I got a Dawg that bites, fuck the barking Yo I got a crew with the beats and the smarts and I fought my shit up on Linden in the one-nine-two Forever writing never biting ain't shit else to do Hoping to battle, but most MC's ain't ready yet But if they huddle, and word, then this is good as set You have MC's dropping bombs that's incredible Some of the brothers, their styles are just despicable As for me see I just do how I love to do Try to deny me of my props then I'll be seeing you Most of you suckers wanna be down for the tag along The friggin fame, someone tell em that this shit ain't games You gots to do this from your heart meaning your inner soul And if it's real only then will you be on a roll I try to stay on top my game there ain't no time to lose Four albums deep as a Quester but still we payin dues So hear me out one time, you gots ta be yourself Cuz if you ain't yourself you end up by your friggin self I'm coming rugged with the Linden Boule type of slang And yo we'll see who can hang yo You on point Tip? Yo 1nce Again Phife You on point Tip? Yo 1nce Again Phife You on point Tip? Yo 1nce again Phife Aiyyo that kid is hard! Chorus  | ||||
| Ants in My Pants Billy Prettiest Butterfly in the garden All Blow job poems ©Fez 2002-2003. I'm obsessed with Alkey's penis. | posted on 01-08-2002 @ 2:46 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Apr. 01 | Bonita Applebum Intro: Q-Tip Do I love you? Do I lust for you? Am I a sinner cuz I do the two? Could you let me know Right now, please Bonita Applebum Chorus: Bonita Applebum, you gotta put me on (repeat 4X) Q-Tip: (pause between every verse) Hey Bonita, glad to meet ya For the kind of stunning newness, I must have foreseen ya Hey, being with you is a top priority Ain't no need to question the authority Chairman of the board, the chief of affections You got mine's to swing in your direction Hey, you're like a hip hop song, you know? Bonita Applebum, you gotta put me on Chorus 38-24-37 (uh, uh, uh!) You and me, hun, we're a match made in heaven I like to kiss ya where some brothas won't I like to tell ya things some brothas don't If only you could see through your elaborate eyes Only you and me, hun, the love never dies Satisfaction, I have the right tactics And if you need 'em, I got crazy prophylactics So far, I hope you like rap songs Bonita Applebum, you gotta put me on Chorus  | ||||
and i am apologizing now for the spelling errors, its 34 am and im drunk, so no time for spell check! Gotcha, SLASH i'll mmmm momo all i want! and you cant stop me! | posted on 01-08-2002 @ 10:17 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 | [Chorus: Dove - De La Soul] We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand New York, NJ, N.C., VA We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand Oaktown, L.A., San Fran, St. John [Q-Tip] People give your ears so I be sublime It's enjoyable to know you and the concubine Niggaz, take off your coats ladies, act liike gems Sit down, Indian style, as we recite these hymns See, lyrically I'm Mario Andretti on the mo-mo Ludicrously speedy, or infectious with the slow-mo Heard me in the eighties, J Beez on the promo On my never endin quest to get the paper on the caper But now, let me take it to the Queens side I'm takin it to Brooklyn side All the residential Questers to invade the way Hold up a second son, cuz we almost there You can be a black man and lose all your soul You can be white and blue but don't crap the roll See my shit is universal, if you got knowledge and dolo Of delf for self, see there's no one else Who can drop it on the angle, acute at that So, do that, do that, do do that that that(come on) Do that, do that, do do that that that(OK) Do that, do that, do do that that that I'm buggin out, so let me get back cuz I'm wettin niggaz So run and tell the others cuz we are the brothas I learned how to build mics in my workshop class So give me this award, and let's not make it the last [Chorus: Dove] We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand Chinatown, Spokane, London, Tokyo We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand Houston, Delaware, DC, Dallas [Phife] Back in '89, I simply slid into place Buddy, buddy, buddy all up in your face A lot of kids was bustin rhymes but they had no taste Some said Quest was wack, but now is that the case I have a quest to have the mic in my hand Without that, it's like Kryptonite and Superman So Shaheed come in with the sugar cuts Phife Dawg's my name, but on stage, call me Dynomutt When was the last time you heard the Phifer sloppy Lyrics anonymous, you'll never hear me copy Top notch baby, never comin less Sky's the limit, you gots to believe up in Quest Sit back , relax, get up out the path If not that, here's the dancefloor, come move that ass Non-believers, you can the steps I roll with Shaheed and the brotha Abstract Niggaz know the time when the Quest is in the jam I never let a statue tell me how nice I am Comin with more hits than the Braves and the Yankees Livin mad phat like an over sized Bam-bi The wackest crews try to dis, it makes me laugh When my track record's longer than a DC-20 aircraft So, next time that you think you want somethin here Make somethin deffer, take that garbage to St. Elsewhere [Chorus: Dove] We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand S.C., Maryland, New Orleans, Motown We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand Chinatown, Spokane, London, Tokyo We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand Houston, Delaware, DC, Dallas We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand New York, NJ, N.C., VA for a grrl in need of a tourniquet But can you save me Come on and save me If you could save me From the ranks of the freaks who suspect they could never love anyone... | ||||
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