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

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