A Tribe Called Quest - Baby Phife's Return Lyrics
Baby Phife's Return Lyrics
Phife:The mad man Malik makes MCs run for Milk of MagnesiaMaybe that'll ease yaMaster of this microphone mackin, master as in greatI'll have your brain goin in circles as my style tends to ovulateI'm makin moves, never movies, that's why y'all MCs lose meRetrace, won't, so your stubborn like groupiesKid, you know my flava, tear this whole jam apartFuck around and have your heart, like Jordan had StarksWhile you playin hokey pokey, there's no time to be dokeyCuz I come out to play every night like Charles OakleyDissin around with wack rhyminYou lose your grip from chalk climbinLet me take this time to say R.I.P. to Phyllis HymanWho never got the props that she damn well deservedBut see me, you don't wanna see me, cuz all MCs are gettin servedThe nerve, for you to even step to the PhiferI'll bumrush your set and crush your whole cypherReserve, a spot for me in hip hop's hall of fameCuz rappin ain't no game, big up your head and maintainYeah, Queens forever in this piece crushin any beef Ain't nuthin sweet, the bakery's across the fuckin streetPhife Dawg, swingin it back and forth just like AaliyahMakin moves on your heart like that trick TamiaNo doubt about it, I love hip hop to deathBut yo Tip, bring in the chorus cuz I'm losin my breathConsequence:A, yo, you know the deal when the diggy Dawg is on the sceneWe got the fiend bumpin straight from the borough QueensYou know the deal when the diggy Dawg is on the sceneWe got the fiend bumpin straight from the borough QueensYou know the deal when the diggy Dawg is on the sceneYou know the deal, ha, you know the dealPhife:Big up pop Duke, that's where I caught my athleticismMy mama, no doubt, that's where I got my lyricismMy nana, that's where I got my spiritualismAs for Tip and Shah, they made me stop from smokin izmNow, when I'm with some cheese, I be lettin off gismWritin rhymes since Daddy Kane and Biz Mark was on PrismI gotta brave heart like the one named Shirley ChisholmAs for my late twin, boy, I wish I was with himGot the Lightro in the back talkin bout (come on, get him)And when it comes to rhymes, no doubt, I flip emSucka MC in my path, hey main, I say we ship himMoney please, your rhymes are wack, say word, this geek is trippinJust because my name is Phife, my man, I'm never slippinI got the type of flave to have your ass straight bitchinFor those who act cute, see I got them on muteHave you walkin through your projects in your birthday suitCuz your style is off loot, so I played him like a fluteIf youse a sucka MC, then it's you I rebukeMy style is, everday all day, similar to waterCrushin MCs as if my name was Sargent SlaughterKeep shit hotter...than a saunaOr better yet, the hormones on your Christian daughterHey, I tried to warn herMy sounds the type to kill, like the grill on Lauryn HillSo all ya sucka MCs, y'all best go chill Bout to go to Union Square so I can see my care bearSingin good stuff in my ear, runnin fingers through my hairRepresent the Zulu Nation with illy rap creationsJust keep shit hotter than Death Row-Bad Boy confrontationsChillin with Fudge Love because he represents the HaitiansYa naw'meanWord upI just wanna big up everybody for supportin A Tribe Called Quest Through the yearsThis be the fourth LP, you know what I'm sayin?Tip, Shaheed and Phife, Beats, Rhymes and LifeFeaturing my man, you know what I'm sayin, Consequence192 is the area where we represent, for the ladies and gents, ha haYou know what I'm sayin? Big up Shaheed Muhammad, that's my manChristine, you know what I'm sayin, word life (fading out)The Abstract Poetic, rockin this track Bouncin it all over the place, in your faceYou know what I'm sayin? My man Lightro...
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