Q-Tip Şarkı Sözleri ( Lyrics )

**Prenses** · 14.08.08, 12:34

Amplified

Q-Tip - All In

"Yo. Niggas be on the mic, they be all serious...
I`d love to be serious but... effortless shit.
Effortless... effa-efortless. Mmm-hmm.
Turn my music up, Duro. Yo, yo, you my hero.
Make the shit get loud-a. Even more in my headphones loud-a.
Uh. Sweetheart, shake yo` ass cheeks.
Bust it. Mmm-hmmm. Mmm-hmmm."
We gon` knock it down and put this
rock solid Amplified shit up.
Girl, it`s like a sit-up.
So you betta send a letta to the betta.
We cut the bank and takin` all the bankin` chedda.
Girls get pretty-ed up,
then they comin` out the club. Rap cats, lock it up.
Worldwide vision where
everybody sees clear.
I could get you ten here.
Uh. Makes no fuss. Keep my shit plush.
Compliment, I get blushed. That`s just how a brotha is.
Big Willy kids and we really run our jibs.
Ladies, breathe easy. Let your man please thee.
Uh. Takin` rhymes to another zone.
Is your mother home? `Cause we can get the moans,
and stay strickly on a rhythemic notion, and
keep the joint close for the commotion and
keep movin` around. Movie stars.
Buy a little car, buy out the bar.

("All in...") ...for the people who move wit` me.
("All in...") ...for the nights of ecstasy.
("All in...") ...for the way we work and play, doin` it
everyday. This is how I need to be.
("All in...") ...for the people who roll wit` me.
("All in...") ...for the nights of ecstasy.
("All in...") ...for the people who work and play, doin` it
everyday. This is how I need to be.

"Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, what?"
We do it alive, blowin` the spot of this.
Showin` to prove what rap is. ("What is it?")
Marauder, pass the blue moon.
Hit `chu wit` the ill tune.
Ass cheeks move wit` the help of my jacket bloom.
Insert the veteran
who consecutively come wit` shit yet again.
On the dance floor, chicks get horny.
Hopin` that they all move on me.
Word, for REAL for real.
Do it hard for the love of the game.
Pull your card and I`m askin` yo` name, bitch.
Jay-Dee be champion.
Tip be stylin` and definin` yo` chick, best compan-ion.
I`d advise you to fix your self, for real,
and do your shit wit` more zeal. ("More zeal.")
We in the mix and it`s thickenin`,
my rhyme and it`s tickin` in.
The hatin` and the shit is so sickenin`.
Picasso, original. ("`Riginal.")
You forg-azy and the shit amaze me.
Sharpen your contrast and put a little color in it.
High Define your screen and put this brotha in it.

("All in...") ...for the people who move wit` me.
("All in...") ...for the nights of ecstasy.
("All in...") ...for the way we work and play, doin` it
everyday. This is how I need to be.
("All in...") ...for the people who roll wit` me.
("All in...") ...for the nights of ecstasy.
("All in...") ...for the people who work and play, doin` it
everyday. This is how I need to be.
("All in...") ...for the people who move wit` me.
("All in...") ...for the nights of ecstasy.
("All in...") ...for the way we work and play, doin` it
everyday. This is how I need to be.
("All in...") ...for the people who roll wit` me.
("All in...") ...for the nights of ecstasy.
("All in...") ...for the people who work and play, doin` it
everyday. This is how I need to be. ("Need to be...")

Q-Tip

**Prenses** · 14.08.08, 12:35

End Of Time

End of time
we are running out
its all gonna end
we are running out
end of time...

Q-Tip

**Prenses** · 14.08.08, 12:37

Higher

Take you (higher)
Hit you (higher)
Make you (higher)
Hit you (higher)
Take you (higher)

I don't know what to make of this
Funny brothers on my nerves type ridiculous
I guess I really gotta do it
Put my game down
? ****ing blew it
Put my name down
And it seems you ****ed up like a drug deal gone wrong
Figured out a lot, you won't be that way long
Plus, you niggas is bush leaguers
And I bet y'all ain't get no bush either
My hood dogs sing songs of rejection and pain
If we get sunshine, it's followed up by rain
Like to lay your jig down and get a blessing of brains
My man ? so he stressing your chain
We see the 'morrow through the shades of it might not come
Got to get it all now 'cause we might be done
Matrix, nigga (nigga...), you looking at the one
Fortified with a bonafide blastin' of a gun
We in the space for positioninMoney and illiciting
Living out our lives while certain cats just lookin' in
We bewildered off the sacks and the green
Whether the bay, L.A., or Chicago or Queens
You better raise your game
They comin' at you high
You better raise your game
Don't ask no questions why, nigga
Then speak figuratively, I mean this shit
And speak literally, you in some shit

(Higher) take you
(Higher) hit you
(Higher) make you
(Higher) hit you
(Higher)

I dominate flows
I dominate shows
And, in the nightime our dominance grows
And, you could see from the posture I'm holding
Yo, I'm ? up while the rest is folding
A hip hop cat who's flown world wide and
Experience, adventures like poseidon
Bunk heads with r and b chicks
Give 'em one hit joints and they lookin' for the...

Q-Tip

**Prenses** · 14.08.08, 12:38

Let`s Ride

Brand new truck, butter soft seat
Four point somethin with a low ride somethin
Ain`t nothin better than to ride out the hood with it
Who lookin better and damn you lookin good in it
Take a chance with a nigga in a choice ride
Listen to the CDs I play inside
Mos Def, Jay, Prince, and Stevie
Marvin Gaye, Led Zeppelin, and Biggie
And when the evening is over love
Gonna find a nice spot for the rover love
Do things to make the man in the moon blush
My mind race but I tell my waist don`t rush
You`s a upper echelon piece
So when you find ? then you don`t freak
You wanna nibble on a nigga ear
And do all the things that make a nigga wanna get near
Oh I`m a Queens representative
Get wild by any means my incentive is
When we done, I start it up again
And ride round with you cuz you my special friend, uh

OOh, me and you i think we should riiiide
Come on come on come on come on
Don`t worry just done get insiiide
Come on come on come on come on
The second cut, her ride is like art
We get creative in it when we take it out and spin it
The backseat is the canvas we paintin on
Abstract the word we creatin on
The TV`s in the back and the dash too
Got miss napkins and bamboo
Don`t worry, the tip`s past the legal one
Outkast`s bangin loud in my eardrum
The way the wheels spin cuttin through the still wind
Outsiders lookin in with the ill grin
Fuel injected brand new inspected
Emissions got tested details perfected
Got the armor all touch empty out the dutch
No tobacco spillin on my rug clutch
Kick off your shoes show off your peticure
Shake off the blues we all forgettin more
Boy that thing
Stuff that brings ecstasy maybe you blink
A little harder than your average ?
Lady tell me this is better than taking a cab
And when you back tell all your girls
You rode around hot-wheelin drinkin ?
Vacationin, V up my V8
Just one night we drive and we escape

Q-Tip

**Prenses** · 14.08.08, 12:39

Moving With U

You out the frame with it. Woman, woman..."

You got your girlfriend around ya.
No wonder she surround you. Look at you.
Your brown eyes pierce just like a knight,
make afella think real hard about the rest of his life.
The whole *shit* is strange. I'm really thinkin' brains
but on the other hand, I really feel your stress and pain.
Flimsy little men, they can't command you
and they don't have the heart to demand you,
but niether do I. I guess I'll let you walk
on and watch 'cause your walk is strong.
Sippin' passion wit' a stranger in the club,
it doesn't necessarily equate to love.
It's not really in the air, I wanna take it elsewhere
Somethin' wild that 'chu can't compare.
Bangin' on my wood drum now
Hope your hearin' all the sound. Now, *nigga*, come now.
Sittin' at home, a hat in my hand
while you crawlin' on the earth with your natural tan.
Your than is jigg-i-lin' and causin' a stir.
Let's do it real rough until life is a blur.

I suit you the way that 'chu want.
Hey, hey, hey, the way that 'chu want.
It caught me the way that 'chu want. ("Uh, uh, uh.")
Hey, hey, hey, the way that 'chu want. ("Check it out, now.")
I suit you the way that 'chu want. ("Check it out. Check it. Uh.")
Hey, hey, hey, the way that 'chu want. ("Check it.")
It got me the way that 'chu want.
Hey, hey, hey, the way that 'chu want.

I can kinda understand, you know.
I mean bein' at the top, I mean to start a show.
The brushes with fame, continuous game you get,
hustles with plans, stakin' they clans and *shit*.
But you shine and you pay it no mind, always
stayin' on the grind with the thangs you do.
You got the illest little switch and you
ain't takin' no *shit* 'cause nobody wanna ****** wit' 'chu.
Admiration to the utmost.
All my dogs raise your cups 'til the girl toast.
I don't wanna bring shame to you really,
I wanna put flames to you sincerly.
Make your box-spring jump like a low rida.
Best place that I could be is inside ya.
The love that we have could be real
but you gotta go by what your heart feels.
Heart feels. Heart feels.
Heart feels. Heart feels.
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh.
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, come on.

I suit you the way that 'chu want.
Hey, hey, hey, the way that 'chu want.
It got me the way that 'chu want. ("Uh, uh, uh.")
Hey, hey, hey, the way that 'chu want. ("Check it out, now.")
I suit you the way that 'chu want. ("Check it out. Check it. Uh.")
Hey, hey, hey, the way that 'chu want. ("Check it.")
It caught me the way that 'chu want.
Hey, hey, hey, the way that 'chu want...

Q-Tip

**Prenses** · 14.08.08, 12:42

Wait Up

We on a brand new page. ("Uh.") Millennium days,
desperation on the streets gotta find a new way
Keep the mics and choke holds. The saga unfolds
Machavellian approaches executed by the coach
I`m in these streets like a ghost
The air-jettin` artist
To the love, I hit `em right plus I hit the hardest, man
I got a whole new approach for the rhymin`
You cherry cats slide, I`m holdin out for the Heisman
Uh! You play the rappin` roll
I take the rap and sold,
and intertwine it wit` mine and turn a half to whole
I`m just a genie in a Jack bottle
Them fake ballin`-ass cats is just a wack model
This joint knocks wit` the force of a gat throttle
I live by `You put it out, we get it back` motto
Hey. But who around but just your average reproduction, love
Rap is gettin` lose so all the ice is screamin` `Thug`
What the hell is wrong? I`m askin` in this song
One time I smoked hash out of the hippies` bong
One of us is goin` laid `cause I ain`t gettin` played
I leave you right inside that shitty-ass bed you made
and walk along chuggin` Baller`s Brains, rockin` rings
and things and just waitin` for white rains
I got the drive, dog. I hope the dogs` ready
My mentality on dime chicks is stay sweaty
Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up.
Get your ("It`s the Ummah for all time.") wait up.
Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up.
Get your ("The Ummah forevea!") wait up.
Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up.
Get your ("Get your waittt...") wait up.
Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up.
Get your ("..up! up! up! up! Yo!" ) wait up.
You wanna shoot dice or wanna shoot rounds?
Wanna sell rhymes or wanna sell pounds?
The decision is yours. I`d rather see tours,
get chicks wit` ghetto shit fallin` out they drawers
My team stay posted. They stay roasted
Niggas who all in it had a hard knock livin`
Administra, rhyme minista, illa treasura
You didn`t know that your man was a legend, huh?
Embonishment for the both of you
I hit the road and I take my whole ****in` crew
cause I`m a Queens cat. ("True.") To the G`s cat. ("True.")
Gettin` money for more than one needs cat. ("Aiiight, c`mon.")
Condition never peers and ("Take it home, kid.") mind stands out
From Seattle to South Beach my joint: grand clout
It`s the street commentator, providin` you wit` data
on how to live unique and it`s really not neat. We gotta...
Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up.
Get your ("Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.") wait up.
Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up.
Get your ("Brand new shit, huh.") wait up.
Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up.
Get your (Get your waittttttt...") wait up.
Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up.
Get your ("..up! up! up! yeah! ha-haa...") wait up.
And all the fellas go, `Yeah, yeah, yeah.`
And all my ladies go, `Uh, uh, uh.`
And all the fellas go, `Yeah, yeah, yeah.`
And all the ladies go, `Uh, uh, uh.`
Fellas go, `Where you at?`
Ladies go, `Yo, come back!`
Fellas go...ladies go...
Fellas go...ladies...yo...
A mellow disposition even when it`s pain
Your mental ammunition is faulty wit` a drain
I puts it down, Lord, **** a mic cord
Brother`s out of his game so we can see tours
The innovator - your man still a hater
The Abstract imprint, it stays like a Smint
I got the masses cold, wigglin` and shakin` they ass
Ma, you betta get involved and do it real fast

Q-Tip

**Prenses** · 14.08.08, 12:44

What Lies Beneath

Shocka called me up to do this thing for Soundbombing
And I figured that I'd do it cause it wasn't no harmin Shine a little bit in case somebody was forgettin About that Queens mother****er, y'all need to take cover
I'ma take position and y'all best to take sha-hida
Cause the shit that I spit is hot as hellfire, hotter
Sendin' this to Cross, Meniski, and Bay Vigi
Doug, Pretty Tone and the one that shoot the vidi
Y'all stay in my heart, while I dabble with the charts
**** the fame and my aim find the clarity in art
This cowards got it once cause he kept his lips zippin Now he in the news and he wettin' and I'm livin This Southern cowards life who I used to do my clues with
Subliminally this is me, I try not to assume shit
Let's not forget the king of Internet
Will assume another name while he tarnishes ya rep
And calls you Ziggy Starters but who the major charm
Who starts to elevate out the reach of his arm

[Q-Tip]
It's a great day **** it
Ya probably hear the bundles overflowin' out of Ruckers
The name is Abstract don't confuse without description
Cause you lil' gremlins envy so just cut the ****in' weak shit
Ride off in the night, V8 lost power
From a soundbomb killin' the lone ranger drillin You eager with ya mouth then just be a big proactive
Ya actin' with ya heart then start preachin' with ya fatness
The clear voyage psychic MC is a minion
You cornered and you bagged in so where you gon' run to
Used to get my mother's switches now I grant her wishes
Never superstitious breakin' mirrors with the pitches
Ya man is insane with that do-do on his chain
Funkin' up the joint he pain, that ainc1...

Q-Tip

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14.08.08, 12:35	#2 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	End Of Time End Of Time End of time we are running out its all gonna end we are running out end of time... Q-Tip

14.08.08, 12:37	#3 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Higher Higher Take you (higher) Hit you (higher) Make you (higher) Hit you (higher) Take you (higher) I don't know what to make of this Funny brothers on my nerves type ridiculous I guess I really gotta do it Put my game down ? **ing blew it Put my name down And it seems you **ed up like a drug deal gone wrong Figured out a lot, you won't be that way long Plus, you niggas is bush leaguers And I bet y'all ain't get no bush either My hood dogs sing songs of rejection and pain If we get sunshine, it's followed up by rain Like to lay your jig down and get a blessing of brains My man ? so he stressing your chain We see the 'morrow through the shades of it might not come Got to get it all now 'cause we might be done Matrix, nigga (nigga...), you looking at the one Fortified with a bonafide blastin' of a gun We in the space for positioninMoney and illiciting Living out our lives while certain cats just lookin' in We bewildered off the sacks and the green Whether the bay, L.A., or Chicago or Queens You better raise your game They comin' at you high You better raise your game Don't ask no questions why, nigga Then speak figuratively, I mean this shit And speak literally, you in some shit (Higher) take you (Higher) hit you (Higher) make you (Higher) hit you (Higher) I dominate flows I dominate shows And, in the nightime our dominance grows And, you could see from the posture I'm holding Yo, I'm ? up while the rest is folding A hip hop cat who's flown world wide and Experience, adventures like poseidon Bunk heads with r and b chicks Give 'em one hit joints and they lookin' for the... Q-Tip

14.08.08, 12:38	#4 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Let`s Ride Let`s Ride Brand new truck, butter soft seat Four point somethin with a low ride somethin Ain`t nothin better than to ride out the hood with it Who lookin better and damn you lookin good in it Take a chance with a nigga in a choice ride Listen to the CDs I play inside Mos Def, Jay, Prince, and Stevie Marvin Gaye, Led Zeppelin, and Biggie And when the evening is over love Gonna find a nice spot for the rover love Do things to make the man in the moon blush My mind race but I tell my waist don`t rush You`s a upper echelon piece So when you find ? then you don`t freak You wanna nibble on a nigga ear And do all the things that make a nigga wanna get near Oh I`m a Queens representative Get wild by any means my incentive is When we done, I start it up again And ride round with you cuz you my special friend, uh OOh, me and you i think we should riiiide Come on come on come on come on Don`t worry just done get insiiide Come on come on come on come on The second cut, her ride is like art We get creative in it when we take it out and spin it The backseat is the canvas we paintin on Abstract the word we creatin on The TV`s in the back and the dash too Got miss napkins and bamboo Don`t worry, the tip`s past the legal one Outkast`s bangin loud in my eardrum The way the wheels spin cuttin through the still wind Outsiders lookin in with the ill grin Fuel injected brand new inspected Emissions got tested details perfected Got the armor all touch empty out the dutch No tobacco spillin on my rug clutch Kick off your shoes show off your peticure Shake off the blues we all forgettin more Boy that thing Stuff that brings ecstasy maybe you blink A little harder than your average ? Lady tell me this is better than taking a cab And when you back tell all your girls You rode around hot-wheelin drinkin ? Vacationin, V up my V8 Just one night we drive and we escape Q-Tip

14.08.08, 12:39	#5 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Moving With U Moving With U You out the frame with it. Woman, woman..." You got your girlfriend around ya. No wonder she surround you. Look at you. Your brown eyes pierce just like a knight, make afella think real hard about the rest of his life. The whole shit is strange. I'm really thinkin' brains but on the other hand, I really feel your stress and pain. Flimsy little men, they can't command you and they don't have the heart to demand you, but niether do I. I guess I'll let you walk on and watch 'cause your walk is strong. Sippin' passion wit' a stranger in the club, it doesn't necessarily equate to love. It's not really in the air, I wanna take it elsewhere Somethin' wild that 'chu can't compare. Bangin' on my wood drum now Hope your hearin' all the sound. Now, nigga, come now. Sittin' at home, a hat in my hand while you crawlin' on the earth with your natural tan. Your than is jigg-i-lin' and causin' a stir. Let's do it real rough until life is a blur. I suit you the way that 'chu want. Hey, hey, hey, the way that 'chu want. It caught me the way that 'chu want. ("Uh, uh, uh.") Hey, hey, hey, the way that 'chu want. ("Check it out, now.") I suit you the way that 'chu want. ("Check it out. Check it. Uh.") Hey, hey, hey, the way that 'chu want. ("Check it.") It got me the way that 'chu want. Hey, hey, hey, the way that 'chu want. I can kinda understand, you know. I mean bein' at the top, I mean to start a show. The brushes with fame, continuous game you get, hustles with plans, stakin' they clans and shit. But you shine and you pay it no mind, always stayin' on the grind with the thangs you do. You got the illest little switch and you ain't takin' no shit 'cause nobody wanna ****** wit' 'chu. Admiration to the utmost. All my dogs raise your cups 'til the girl toast. I don't wanna bring shame to you really, I wanna put flames to you sincerly. Make your box-spring jump like a low rida. Best place that I could be is inside ya. The love that we have could be real but you gotta go by what your heart feels. Heart feels. Heart feels. Heart feels. Heart feels. Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh. Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, come on. I suit you the way that 'chu want. Hey, hey, hey, the way that 'chu want. It got me the way that 'chu want. ("Uh, uh, uh.") Hey, hey, hey, the way that 'chu want. ("Check it out, now.") I suit you the way that 'chu want. ("Check it out. Check it. Uh.") Hey, hey, hey, the way that 'chu want. ("Check it.") It caught me the way that 'chu want. Hey, hey, hey, the way that 'chu want... Q-Tip

14.08.08, 12:42	#6 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Wait Up Wait Up We on a brand new page. ("Uh.") Millennium days, desperation on the streets gotta find a new way Keep the mics and choke holds. The saga unfolds Machavellian approaches executed by the coach I`m in these streets like a ghost The air-jettin` artist To the love, I hit `em right plus I hit the hardest, man I got a whole new approach for the rhymin` You cherry cats slide, I`m holdin out for the Heisman Uh! You play the rappin` roll I take the rap and sold, and intertwine it wit` mine and turn a half to whole I`m just a genie in a Jack bottle Them fake ballin`-ass cats is just a wack model This joint knocks wit` the force of a gat throttle I live by `You put it out, we get it back` motto Hey. But who around but just your average reproduction, love Rap is gettin` lose so all the ice is screamin` `Thug` What the hell is wrong? I`m askin` in this song One time I smoked hash out of the hippies` bong One of us is goin` laid `cause I ain`t gettin` played I leave you right inside that shitty-ass bed you made and walk along chuggin` Baller`s Brains, rockin` rings and things and just waitin` for white rains I got the drive, dog. I hope the dogs` ready My mentality on dime chicks is stay sweaty Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up. Get your ("It`s the Ummah for all time.") wait up. Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up. Get your ("The Ummah forevea!") wait up. Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up. Get your ("Get your waittt...") wait up. Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up. Get your ("..up! up! up! up! Yo!" ) wait up. You wanna shoot dice or wanna shoot rounds? Wanna sell rhymes or wanna sell pounds? The decision is yours. I`d rather see tours, get chicks wit` ghetto shit fallin` out they drawers My team stay posted. They stay roasted Niggas who all in it had a hard knock livin` Administra, rhyme minista, illa treasura You didn`t know that your man was a legend, huh? Embonishment for the both of you I hit the road and I take my whole **in` crew cause I`m a Queens cat. ("True.") To the G`s cat. ("True.") Gettin` money for more than one needs cat. ("Aiiight, c`mon.") Condition never peers and ("Take it home, kid.") mind stands out From Seattle to South Beach my joint: grand clout It`s the street commentator, providin` you wit` data on how to live unique and it`s really not neat. We gotta... Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up. Get your ("Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.") wait up. Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up. Get your ("Brand new shit, huh.") wait up. Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up. Get your (Get your waittttttt...") wait up. Wait up. Your wait up. Wait up. Get your ("..up! up! up! yeah! ha-haa...") wait up. And all the fellas go, `Yeah, yeah, yeah.` And all my ladies go, `Uh, uh, uh.` And all the fellas go, `Yeah, yeah, yeah.` And all the ladies go, `Uh, uh, uh.` Fellas go, `Where you at?` Ladies go, `Yo, come back!` Fellas go...ladies go... Fellas go...ladies...yo... A mellow disposition even when it`s pain Your mental ammunition is faulty wit` a drain I puts it down, Lord, ** a mic cord Brother`s out of his game so we can see tours The innovator - your man still a hater The Abstract imprint, it stays like a Smint I got the masses cold, wigglin` and shakin` they ass Ma, you betta get involved and do it real fast Q-Tip

14.08.08, 12:44	#7 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	What Lies Beneath What Lies Beneath Shocka called me up to do this thing for Soundbombing And I figured that I'd do it cause it wasn't no harmin Shine a little bit in case somebody was forgettin About that Queens mother**er, y'all need to take cover I'ma take position and y'all best to take sha-hida Cause the shit that I spit is hot as hellfire, hotter Sendin' this to Cross, Meniski, and Bay Vigi Doug, Pretty Tone and the one that shoot the vidi Y'all stay in my heart, while I dabble with the charts the fame and my aim find the clarity in art This cowards got it once cause he kept his lips zippin Now he in the news and he wettin' and I'm livin This Southern cowards life who I used to do my clues with Subliminally this is me, I try not to assume shit Let's not forget the king of Internet Will assume another name while he tarnishes ya rep And calls you Ziggy Starters but who the major charm Who starts to elevate out the reach of his arm [Q-Tip] It's a great day it Ya probably hear the bundles overflowin' out of Ruckers The name is Abstract don't confuse without description Cause you lil' gremlins envy so just cut the **in' weak shit Ride off in the night, V8 lost power From a soundbomb killin' the lone ranger drillin You eager with ya mouth then just be a big proactive Ya actin' with ya heart then start preachin' with ya fatness The clear voyage psychic MC is a minion You cornered and you bagged in so where you gon' run to Used to get my mother's switches now I grant her wishes Never superstitious breakin' mirrors with the pitches Ya man is insane with that do-do on his chain Funkin' up the joint he pain, that ainc1... Q-Tip

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