A Tribe Called Quest - Baby Phife's Return lyrics

Phife: The mad man Malik makes MCs run for Milk of Magnesia Maybe that'll ease ya Master of this microphone mackin, master as in great I'll have your brain goin in circles as my style tends to ovulate I'm makin moves, never movies, that's why y'all MCs lose me Retrace, won't, so your stubborn like groupies Kid, you know my flava, tear this whole jam apart f** around and have your heart, like Jordan had Starks While you playin hokey pokey, there's no time to be dokey Cuz I come out to play every night like Charles Oakley Dissin around with wack rhymin You lose your grip from chalk climbin Let me take this time to say R. I. P. to Phyllis Hyman Who never got the props that she damn well deserved But see me, you don't wanna see me, cuz all MCs are gettin served The nerve, for you to even step to the Phifer I'll bumrush your set and crush your whole cypher Reserve, a spot for me in hip hop's hall of fame Cuz rappin ain't no game, big up your head and maintain Yeah, Queens forever in this piece crushin any beef Ain't nuthin sweet, the bakery's across the f**in street Phife Dawg, swingin it back and forth just like Aaliyah Makin moves on your heart like that trick Tamia No doubt about it, I love hip hop to d**h But yo Tip, bring in the chorus cuz I'm losin my breath Consequence: A, yo, you know the deal when the diggy Dawg is on the scene We got the fiend bumpin straight from the borough Queens You know the deal when the diggy Dawg is on the scene We got the fiend bumpin straight from the borough Queens You know the deal when the diggy Dawg is on the scene You know the deal, ha, you know the deal Phife: Big up pop Duke, that's where I caught my athleticism My mama, no doubt, that's where I got my lyricism My nana, that's where I got my spiritualism As for Tip and Shah, they made me stop from smokin izm Now, when I'm with some cheese, I be lettin off gism Writin rhymes since Daddy Kane and Biz Mark was on Prism I gotta brave heart like the one named Shirley Chisholm As for my late twin, boy, I wish I was with him Got the Lightro in the back talkin bout (come on, get him) And when it comes to rhymes, no doubt, I flip em s**a MC in my path, hey main, I say we ship him Money please, your rhymes are wack, say word, this geek is trippin Just because my name is Phife, my man, I'm never slippin I got the type of flave to have your a** straight b**hin For those who act cute, see I got them on mute Have you walkin through your projects in your birthday suit Cuz your style is off loot, so I played him like a flute If youse a s**a MC, then it's you I rebuke My style is, everday all day, similar to water Crushin MCs as if my name was Sargent Slaughter Keep sh** hotter... than a sauna Or better yet, the hormones on your Christian daughter Hey, I tried to warn her My sounds the type to k**, like the grill on Lauryn Hill So all ya s**a MCs, y'all best go chill Bout to go to Union Square so I can see my care bear Singin good stuff in my ear, runnin fingers through my hair Represent the Zulu Nation with illy rap creations Just keep sh** hotter than d**h Row-Bad Boy confrontations Chillin with Fudge Love because he represents the Haitians Ya naw'mean Word up I just wanna big up everybody for supportin A Tribe Called Quest Through the years This be the fourth LP, you know what I'm sayin? Tip, Shaheed and Phife, Beats, Rhymes and Life Featuring my man, you know what I'm sayin, Consequence 192 Is the area where we represent, for the ladies and gents, ha ha You know what I'm sayin? Big up Shaheed Muhammad, that's my man Christine, you know what I'm sayin, word life (fading out) The Abstract Poetic, rockin this track Bouncin it all over the place, in your face You know what I'm sayin? My man Lightro...