Chorus  Verse One: Phife  Ayo who wanna pull on Phifer long time no hear from  Suckers walkin' around talking about they could get some  But that pop is non cypher, no can do  And if you think I'm a dope, then ask the other crew  And I proceed to let you know, exactly how to flow  I'm not Lawn Doctor so just step off with the hoe  Oops my mistake I didn't know you went with her  Should I run down the line of the all the kids that done hit her  Don't be bitter, I hear that honey resembles a critter  I heard she likes to do one-one my man John Ritter  But back to the subject you can't catch wreck  You must get respect, to earn respect  Suckers think they could herb me cuz know I where specks  You're full of jokes, but you your name ain't flex  I got the riches, the bitches, I'm large like a Huxtable  You think you're all that but you're girl's quite doable  Yeah, I'm tellin' you G, to back up off me  I'm not a mad cohort, but I'm not Mr. Softee  Rappin' is an art, coming straight from the heart  So forget the chart because the action can start  Chorus  Verse Two: Q-Tip  Where ya at? To all my peoples with the funk  I'm the undercover brother dump your hoe in the trunk  Save all the sad songs and the tearjerkers  Niggaz step up it's the lyrical worker  The poems that I create ain't in paper back books  The poems that I create are for hookers and the crooks  My mental is excelling cuz I dabble in the books  I'm not the one to front on, so suboops-suboops  Yo I gets the pickens, I'm such a damn Dickens  If you step to this then the plot just thickens  I'll run you around the track like a bunny and a dog  To me, your just another MC on the log  A link on the chain, fluid on the brain  I boast of hype lyrics, and yours are mardane  See I can't maintain, especially if you come back  I'm the lyrical master blaster, yeah I can do that  I can also do your girl, so leave the hoe at home  Cuz when I get done, I'll have her strung on bones  It's the no-joke pressure, that elevates my mind  Makes me pick up and go when it's time to drop a rhyme  My title is locked, the Abstract poetic  I'm in the idle mode but my energy's kinetic  So smooth and debonair, especially for the ear  Gotta keep my thing in gear cuz it's evident and clear  That I will rock, rock, rock [fades away]  Chorus