[Phife Dawg]   Yo, microphone check one two what is this   The five foot assassin with the ruffneck business   I float like gravity, never had a cavity   Got more rhymes than the Winans got family   No need to sweat Arsenio to gain some type of fame   No shame in my game cause I'll always be the same   Styles upon styles upon styles is what I have   You wanna diss the Phifer but you still don't know the half   I sport New Balance sneakers to avoid a narrow path   Messin round with this you catch ?the sizin of em?   I never half step cause I'm not a half stepper   Drink a lot of soda so they call me Dr. Pepper   Refuse to com-pete with BS competition   Your name ain't Special Ed so won't you Seckle With the Mission   I never walk the streets, think it's all about me   Even though deep in my heart, it really could be   I just try my best to like go all out   Some might even say yo shorty black you're buggin' out      [Q-Tip]   Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh, uh!   Zulu Nation, brothers that's creation   Minds get flooded, ejaculation   right on the two inch tape   The Abstract poet incognito, runsss the cape   Not the best not the worst and occasionally I curse to get my   point across, so bust, the floss   As I go in betweeen, the grit and the dirt   Listen to the mission listen Miss as I do work, umm   as I crack the, monotone   Children of the jazz so, get your own   Smokin R&B cause they try to do me   or the best of the pack but they can't do rap   For it's Abstract, orig-inal   You can't get your own and that's, pitiful   I know I'd be the man if I cold yanked the plug   on R&B, but I can't and that's bugged      Buggin out, buggin out, buggin out you're buggin out (repeat 8X)      [Phife Dawg]   Yo when you bug out, you usually have a reason for the action   Sometimes you don't it's just for mere satisfaction   People be houndin, always surroundin   Pulsin, just like a migraine poundin   You don't really fret, you stay in your sense   ?Comafied? your feeling, of absolute tense   You soar off to another world, deep in your mind   But people seem to take that, as being unkind   "Oh yo he's acting stank," really on a regal?   A man of the fame not a man of the people   Believe that if you wanna but I tell you this much   Riding on the train with no dough, sucks   Once again a case of your feet in my Nike's   If a crowd is in my realm I'm saying -- mic please   Hip-hop is living, can't yank the plug   if you do the result, will end up kind of bugged      [Q-Tip]   Yo, I am not an invalid although I used to smoke the weed out   Ali Shaheed Muhammad used to say I had to be out   Schemin on the cookies with the crazy boomin back buns   Pushin on the real ?hardest? so we can have the big fun   When I left for Rosie I was Boulevard status   Battling a MC was when Tip was at his baddest   It was one MC after one MC   What the world could they be wanting see from little old me   Do I have the formula to save the world?   Or was it just because I used to swipe the women and all the girls   I'm the type of brother with the crazy extended hand kid   Dissed by all my brothers I was all up what my man did   Supposed to be my man but now I wonder cause you're feeble   I go out with the strongest and I seperate the evils   it's your brain against my mind, for those about to boot out   All you nasty critters even though you see I bug out      Buggin out, buggin out, buggin out you're buggin out (repeat 8X)