Baby Phife's Return

[Verse 1: Phife Dawg] The madman Malik makes MCs run for Milk of Magnesia Maybe that'll ease ya Master of this microphone mackin', master as in great I'll have your brain goin' in circles as my style tends to ovulate I'm makin' moves, never movies, that's why y'all MCs lose me Retrace, won't, so you're stubborn like groupies Kid, you know my flava, tear this whole jam apart Fuck around and have your heart, like Jordan had Starks' While you playin' hokey pokey, there's no time to be dokey 'Cause I come out to play every night like Charles Oakley Dissin' around with wack rhymin' You lose your grip from chalk climbin' Let me take this time to say R.I.P. to Phyllis Hyman Who never got the props that she damn well deserved But see me, you don't wanna see me, 'cause all MCs are gettin' served The nerve, for you to even step to the Phifer I'll bumrush your set and crush your whole cipher Reserve, a spot for me in hip hop's hall of fame 'Cause rappin' ain't no game, big up your head and maintain Yeah, Queens forever in this piece crushin' any beef Ain't nothin' sweet, the bakery's across the fuckin' street Phife Dawg, swingin' it back and forth just like Aaliyah Makin' moves on your heart like that trick Tamia No doubt about it, I love hip hop to death But yo Tip, bring in the chorus 'cause I'm losin' my breath [Chorus: Consequence] Ay yo, you know the deal when the diggy Dawg is on the scene We got the fiend bumpin' straight from the borough Queens You know the deal when the diggy Dawg is on the scene We got the fiend bumpin' straight from the borough Queens You know the deal when the diggy Dawg is on the scene You know the deal, ha, you know the deal [Verse 2: Phife Dawg] Big up pop Duke, that's where I caught my athleticism My mama, no doubt, that's where I got my lyricism My nana, that's where I got my spiritualism As for Tip and Shah, they made me stop from smokin' izm Now, when I'm with some cheese, I'll be lettin' off gism Writin' rhymes since Daddy Kane and Biz Mark was on Prism I got a brave heart like the one named Shirley Chisholm As for my late twin, boy, I wish I was with him Got the Lightro in the back talkin' bout (come on, get him) And when it comes to rhymes, no doubt, I flip em Sucka MC in my path, hey man, I say we ship him Money please, your rhymes are wack, say word, this geek is trippin' Just because my name is Phife, my man, I'm never slippin' I got the type of flave to have your ass straight bitchin' For those who act cute, see I put them on mute Have you walkin' through your projects in your birthday suit 'Cause your style is off loot, so I played him like a flute If you a sucka MC, then it's you I rebuke My style is, every day all day, similar to water Crushin' MCs as if my name was Sargent Slaughter Keep shit hotter...than a sauna Or better yet, the hormones on your Christian daughter Hey, I tried to warn her My sounds the type to kill, like the grill on Lauryn Hill So all ya sucka MCs, y'all best go chill Bout to go to Union Square just to see my care bear Singin' good stuff in my ear, runnin' fingers through my hair Represent the Zulu Nation with illy rap creations Just keep shit hotter than Death Row-Bad Boy confrontations Chillin' with Fudge Love because he represents the Haitians Ya new mean [Outro] Word up I just wanna big up everybody for supportin' A Tribe Called Quest Through the years This be the fourth LP, you know what I'm sayin'? Tip, Shaheed and Phife, Beats, Rhymes and Life Featuring my man, you know what I'm sayin', Conse' to the 'quence 192 is the area where we represent, for the ladies and gents, haha You know what I'm sayin'? Big up Shaheed Muhammad, that's my man Christine, you know what I'm sayin', word life (fading out) The Abstract Poetic, rockin' this track Bouncin' it all over the place, up in your face You know what I'm sayin'? My man Lightro...