Vibes and Stuff
(专辑: The Low End Theory - 1991)
[Q-Tip:] Let me flaunt the
style (style), I
think that the
time's near That we drop studs (studs), there will be no duds here Rappers play the
dumb (dumb), kinda on the
space tip But when they hear the
jams (jams), they be on the
dilsnick Now I'm not for the
rock (rock), I
know the
territory Go ahead and try (try), that's a
different story Similar to Grimm (Grimm), I
could tell a
better one All about a
kid (kid), who couldn't rap and didn't run Stand (stand) aside (aside), when the
rap is gettin dumb Resort to baggin Billy (Billy), askin can he have some No, never ever (ever) come back and try again man If you come back (back), I'll be the
first to shake your hand Competitions good (good), it brings out the
vital parts The
Abstract Poetic ('etic), majors in recital arts Do it for the
kids (kids), the
elders and the
rap peers We know the
job is done (done), when we hear a
lot of cheers Gotta feel the
vibes (vibes), come from my creation If the
hands clap (clap) are 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 (scream) Cause that's how good it feels child Let your hair down (down), so we can get buckwild Do your I'll dance (dance), don't think about the
next man We must have unity and think of the
bigger plan The
vision, we fall (fall) we must stick together, see I'd like to take this time (time) to say what's up to Kool G
The
name is Q-Tip (Tip), The
Midnight Marauder Give enough respect ('spect) to Afrika Bambaataa As a
man in the
world (world), I
must do my job Take care of Mama Duke (Duke), I
won't resort to rob Bob you'll get your dough (dough), Mase is my witness Obsessed with the
rap (rap), for it's the
mental fitness Like shootin cee-lo (lo), and always gettin headcracks The
industry is luck (luck), winning with the
fake raps Peace to the
crews (crews), who pump the
real hip hop Not sellin out (out) from hardrock to disc jock... (From disc jock to hardrock, from hardrock to disc jock) [Phife:] 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 brotha, dark skin face Weigh a
buck-fifty, 36 waist My hair is crazy curly Front like Mr. Furley To this day, I
still believe that no MC can serve me Brothas try to front, but everybody know (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 Monkey know the
time, they know who keeps 'em smilin Go out on my own, somethin 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 Douglass, I
say peace to MC Trouble Rest in Peace [Q-Tip:] Word Up, rest in Peace, and you know what else? We got, we got, we got the
vibe (vibe) All the
people in Long Island, we got the
vibe (vibe) Brooklyn and Queens, we got the
vibe (vibe) Uptown and New York, we got the
vibe (vibe) People upstate, we got the
vibe (vibe) If you're in DC, you got the
vibe (vibe) Maryland, Virginia, Carolina vibe (vibe) Out West, we got the
vibe (vibe) In the
Bahamas, we got the
vibe (vibe) Over in Europe, you know what? We got the
vibe And we gotta keep it alive, it goes on... Of rap I'm a
fan, I've seen a
whole lot of subs Goods with the
girls, I
got a
whole lot of 'em From fat to skinny, Freeda to Winnie (Winnie) Emma to Cindy, Constance to Wendy (Wendy) Cause I
be more friendly (friendly), never on the
snotty side I
don't brag to brothas about the
little papes I
got (got) My vocal styles can vary, the
sight is never scary (scary) It's only legendary ('dary), my father well prepared me ('pared me) My job ain't temporary, I'm here for the
long shot Better yet, the
long term, I
don't have a
perm (perm) In a
way I
do, call 'em the
perma-naps I'm crazy slap-happy and I'm scrappy when I'm nappy When I
get the
mic in my hand and the
crowd in stands (stands) It's as good as grand like that (that) I
wanna say peace and dedicate this joint to MC Trouble and to Um... Trouble T-Roy And to um... Scott La Rock and to um... Cowboy, you know what I'm sayin? This is for the
slain rappers and the
fallen rappers You know what I'm sayin (sayin)? This is a
special, special, special, special, special dedication And also to my pops and also to Vinny, his moms (moms) You know what I'm sayin? You just gotta keep it happy and keep the
vibes going And this is Vibes and Stuff And we out...