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  Fuck 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 fuckin 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 death  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  Sucka 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 ass straight bitchin  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 sucka 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 shit hotter...than a sauna  Or better yet, the hormones on your Christian daughter  Hey, I tried to warn her  My sounds the type to kill, like the grill on Lauryn Hill  So all ya sucka 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 shit hotter than Death 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...