The Chase, Part II

[Chorus] I'm bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out I'm bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out I'm bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out I'm bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out I'm bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out I'm bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out I'm bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out I'm bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out [Post-Chorus: Phife Dawg] Dem can't touch we, no, dem can't touch we Dem can't hold we, no, dem can't hold we Dem can't touch we, no, dem can't touch we Dem can't hold we, no, dem can't hold we (Turn the party out) [Verse 1: Phife Dawg] (Damn Phife, you got fat!) Yeah, I know it looks pathetic Ali Shaheed Muhammad got me doin' calisthenics (Uh) Needless to say, boy, I'm bad to the bone Makin' 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 '93 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 Gimme the microphone, boy, one time, bam! [Verse 2: Q-Tip] Keep it on the cooler 'cause here come the heat Lyrically in space, the jazz will pace the beat As we proceed to elevate you, we in 4/4 Run and tell your dad the Abstract's the bag As we proceed to move your hind parts we know as ass Poets got the gimmicks, but they lack the sassafras To make the average hard rock un-cock the Glock And roam the city streets on the jury, they hot I be ingredients, like sugar in candy If your life is broke, girl, I'll be the handy-dandy That can mend you, my fee is a shower For you, I'll scrub your back and I'll floss the butt crack Make you shiny, spiffy in a jiff' Fuckin' with the Ab', you got the greatest of gifts Ayo, my mic is soundin' bugged, Bob Power, you there? (Yeah) Adjust the bass and treble, make my shit sound clear (Clear, clear, clear, clear) [Chorus] I'm bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out I'm bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out I'm bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out I'm bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out (Make you shiny) I'm bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out (Spiffy in a jiff') I'm bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out (Fuckin' with the Ab', you got the greatest of gifts) I'm bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out (Ayo, my mic is soundin' bugged, Bob Power, you there?) I'm bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out (Adjust the bass and treble and make my— okay, take it from the Tip) [Verse 3: Q-Tip] Move back yourself, man, come watch me drop it For sure, me, I'll go do it, for sure, me, I'll go rock it Me not deal with no changaram, bangaram business I got soul on the end like Jehovah's got the Witness Musically, the three, poetically we be The enchantment on the airwaves, kids just fade Obey the MCs 'cause the MCs save We flippin' on niggas like we Super Dave But noticin' my stature, y'all niggas know we gotcha Movin' to the rapture, listen how we catch ya Movin' with the bass, here we go, let's begin Makin' people jump out they goddamn skin Lyrically, we bite like we Rin Tin Tin Peace to Grand Pu' and his many, many skins Don't mark us for the L 'cause you know we get the wins It's the Ab', Shaheed and the Dawg for the blend [Outro] Bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out And I wanna say peace to my man Bob P, my man Jerod And Skeff Anslem on the help out, and we out like Shout Nine-trey Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I don't wanna say nine-trey 'Cause 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 Everybody in London, rock, rock on Everybody in Sweden, rock, rock on Everybody everywhere, rock, rock on To the niggas on the famous, rock, rock on Everybody no name, rock, rock on To the kids at Nu-Clear, rock, rock on To the— The Cave rock, rock on To McDonald's, rock, rock on This concludes Midnight Marauder program Press any key to return to the main menu