Vibes and Stuff

[Verse 1: Q-Tip]

Let me flaunt the style, I think that the time's near

That we drop Scuds, there won't be no duds here

Rappers play the dumb, kinda on the space tip

But when they hear the jams, they be on the dilsnick

Now I'm not for the rock, I know the territory

Go ahead and try, that's a different story

Similar to Grimm, I could tell a better one

All about a kid, who couldn't rap and didn't run

Stands on the side when the mic is getting dumb

Resorts to bagging Billy, asking could he have some

No, never ever, go back and try again, man

If you come back, I'll be the first to shake your hand

Competition's good, it brings out the vital parts

The Abstract Poetic, majors in recital arts

Do it for the kids, the elders and the rap peers

We know the job is done when we hear a lot of cheers

Gotta feel the vibes, real from my creation

If the hands clap I'm filled with elation

Here I am ghetto, full with a lot of steam

Think I gotta, I think I gotta, I think I gotta scream

'Cause that's how good it feels, child

Let your hair down, so we can get buckwild

Do your ill dance, don't think about the next man

We must have unity and think of the bigger plan

Division, we will fall, we must stick together, see

I'd like to take this time to say what's up to Kool G

The name is Q-Tip, the Midnight Marauder

Giving nuff respects to Afrika Bambaataa

As a man in the world, I must do my job

Take care of Mama Duke, I won't resort to rob

Bob, you'll get your dough, Mase is my witness

Obsessed with the rap, for it's the mental fitness

Like shooting Cee-lo, and always hitting head cracks

The industry is luck, winning with the fake raps

Peace to the crews who pump the real hip hop

Not selling out, from hardrock to disc jock

[Verse 2: Phife Dawg & Q-Tip]

(From disk jock from hardrock, from hardrock to disc jock)

I don't know what to say, but here I go, freak it

If the papes come, then you know I'll seek it

I'm just a short brother, dark skin face

Weigh a buck-fifty, 36 waist

Hair is crazy curly, flip like Mr. Furley

To this day I still believe that no MC can serve me

Brothers try to front, but everybody know

I get more props than the Arsenio Hall Show

Party animal, I was, but now I chill at home

All I do is write rhymes, eat, drink, shit, and bone

Found my thrill in Amityville, I'm always in the Island

Fudge and Lucky know the time, they know who keeps 'em smiling

Go out on my own, something that I gotta do

Do what the hell I want and have no one to listen to

I'm prompt with my business and I do things on the double

Yo, I'm out like Buster Douglas, I say peace to MC Trouble

Rest in peace

[Interlude: Q-Tip]

Word Up, rest in Peace, and you know what else?

We got, we got, we got the vibes

All the people in Long Island, we got the vibes

Brooklyn and Queens, we got the vibes

Uptown and Now Rule, we got the vibes

People Upstate, we got the vibes

If you're in DC, you got the vibes

Maryland, Virginia, Carolina vibes

Out West, we got the vibes

In the Bahamas, we got the vibes

Over in Europe, you know what, we got the vibes

And we gotta keep it alive, it goes um...

[Verse 3: Q-Tip]

Of rap I'm a fan, I've seen a whole lot of slums

Good with the girls, I get a whole lot of 'em

From fat to skinny, Freda to Winnie

Emma to Cindy, Constance to Wendy

'Cause I be real friendly, never on the snotty side

I don't brag to brothers about the little papes I got

My vocal styles can vary, the sight is never scary

It's only legendary, my father well prepared me

My job ain't temporary, I'm here for the long shot

Better yet, the long term, I don't have a perm

In a way I do, call 'em the perma-naps

I'm crazy slap-happy and I'm scrappy and I'm nappy

When I get the mic in my hand with the crowd in the stands

It's as good as grand like that

[Outro: Q-Tip]

Yo, I wanna say peace and dedicate this joint to MC Trouble

And to uh... Trouble T Roy

And to um... Scott La Rock

And to um... Cowboy, you know what I'm saying?

This is for the slain rappers and the fallen rappers, you know what I'm saying?

This is a special, special, special, special, special dedication

And also to my Pops and also to Vinia's Moms, you know what I'm saying?

You just gotta keep it happy and keep the vibes going

Cause this is vibes and stuff, and we out...