Practice Session

[Intro: Q-Tip]

Ayo, yo, straight up and down

Like 6 o'clock, uh, uh, we came to rock, uh, uh

Like 6 o'clock, straight up, yo, we came to rock

Ayo, so right now I want everybody up out your seats

You know'm' sayin'

Everybody come down to the front of the stage

Fuck security right now

Yo, we about to get in this thing like this, yo, yo

[Verse: Q-Tip]

I stand at six feet high with no inches

Realize me, no dream, here's the pinches

Puttin' this shit down, where it's supposed to be

Dimes keep approaching me, but I ain't joking, B

Can't you see the look in my mug? There's no kiddin'

I keep a smile on to stop the tears from sittin'

All of my niggas on the dancefloor invadin'

We always ass-bettin' while we keep the girls shakin'

But the mind is motivated towards a positive plane

Everybody across the land is recognizing the name

So what you chattin' on, akh? You can't out-rock

I manifest real', you stiff than hard cock

Constantly you're coming back for the good shit

The shit to put ya inside your ride to move in

That everybody thumpin', what you smokin' or somethin'?

Pull your fruits out your stained tank, jack, and keep jumpin'

Pay attention and bear witness to the rare

Individual who's truly unique on instrumentals

The Abstract, needless to say, we influential

The nucleus of B-boy is inside the mental, so uh...