Verse One: Q-Tip      Yup yup yup   To the North to the South to the East to the West   I don't discriminate boy I bring it to your chest   If you oppose, then your soul will decompose   Strive to get money and I'm not no hoe   Fresher than the air that you're breathing through your nose   Fuller than the kicks that you're puttin on your toes   You can ask Bo but yo that nigga don't know   About the dominant factor the accurate rapper   Here's the next chapter, page ninety-five   Niggaz so hard it's a wonder they alive   But yo we still survive through the danger that lurks   My eyes remain wide while you ask like Urk   and yo my Family Matters, so all you mad hatters   Put your thinking caps on and motherfuckin brainstorm   Cause I got the plan that wins and can't lose   Your man knows who's nice say Tip he'll say "True"   A lot of these jokers out here is blase   I'll be rockin mikes until a horse says hey   Some are preoccupied with glamour and glitz   Actin all boogee and making big movies   But I'll be in the cut call me Incognito   Busy makin joints that will bump for my people   You're listening to a man who was something for nothing   Stay in me forever head, never be frontin      Chorus: repeat 2X      Once in a while we have fun in the mix [never ever]   In to good living, but some be into glitz [true dat]   Everybody knew, all the fellas and the chicks [trigga E]   Gotta wear a shoe that fits   ...to all my peoples      Verse Two:      C'mon word, check it out now [you out there?]   Uh, uh, check it out now [you out there?]   What? Uh, check it out now [louder! louder!]   [louder! louder!] Uh, check it out, yo      Peace to the girl named Hurricane G   Peace to my girl named Dawn Paris   Peace to the Organzied Kon-fus-ion   Peace to all my shorties that be dying too young   Peace to both coasts and the land in between   Peace to your man if you're doing your thing   Peace to my peoples who was incarcerated   Asalaam alaikum means peace, don't debate it   Devouring, and towering over fools   Your mic is broke and my shit's cool   The black man with the understandin of   The three wise men and the theories of Zen   Yo I get inside the crevice like a dentist   Disrupt, the block, like Dennis, the Menace   Shaheed is on the needle, the shit it won't weeble   or wobble, your rhymes is mixed up like Boggle   Bingo! That was the damn dog's name   But yo I know another one with much more fame   The Phife Dawg, and that's my word to the cipher   About to bring it to your chest and cause strife check it out   You're doubling back, to your rhyming pad   What I represent is MC's gone mad   In a perfect world there's imperfect acts   We've come like a God to redirect alla that   So people with a gift can just flaunt and get money   So much, we in the bank that the shit ain't funny   Money is invested in real estate and stocks   But not inside the glamour cuz all of that stops      Outro: Consequence      Yo dis the Cons to the Quence   up in ya like a stiff one, knowhatImean?   It's nine-five, you got to live it or rip it   So if you step on the streets keep it movin, knowhatImean?      Chorus