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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
De La Soul
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kelvin Mercer
Composer
David Jude Jolicoeur
Composer
Vincent Mason
Composer
Paul Huston
Composer
Kamaal Ibn Fareed
Composer
Malik Izaak Taylor
Composer
Dick Hyman
Composer
Arthur Neville
Composer
Joseph Modeliste
Composer
Leo Nocentelli
Composer
George Porter, Jr.
Composer
Ali Shaheed Jones-Muhammad
Composer
FAREED KAMAAL IBN JONATHAN DAVIS
Writer
Phife Dawg
Songwriter
Q-Tip
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
De La Soul
Producer
Prince Paul
Producer
Bob Power
Mixing Engineer
Gerard Julien
Engineer
Brad Schmidt
Engineer
FLAM
Engineer
Ken Quartarone
Engineer
Mikael Ifversen
Engineer
Brian Sperber
Engineer
Eric Gast
Engineer
Jope Warda
Engineer
Hoover Le
Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Check it out, y'all
We are here to tell the world just who we are
Shocking females
MC's, MC's
Shocking females
MC's, MC's
We are here to tell the world just who we are
Shocking females
MC's, MC's
Shocking females
MC's, MC's
[Verse 1]
No need for introductions 'cause I know you know my name and
Knockin' MCs out the frame and puttin' them suckers to shame and
I live for hip hop, so I have no time for fun and games and
So just come peep the unique styles that we're displayin'
The beat's just ridiculous, the lyrics, articulate
Feels good, as if a girl had just touched her clitoris
Sucker MCs, I'm killin' 'em
I'm so sick of seein' 'em, silly bastard when they rhymes
Like that red rugby shirt worn by Gilligan
Plus the hat, they shit is wack
When you see me comin', take ten steps back
I makes usage of the pronoun, adjectives, verbs
My granny says, "You always had a way with words"
And that's because my word is bond, lyrics are laws
Sucker MCs look at me like a friggin' eye sore
[Verse 2]
Here comes a brother hippin' others on the style they lack
I've always rhymed abstract
I even know the brother named Abstract
I am the earner of the soul and mind
Forget the physical 'cause physical will die with time
I'm shaped to vibrate in definite proportions
Of the kids who need the fix
Just listen to the mix
I got the knowledge constant, non-stop for the rubbishin'
Like **** use the Clinton loops as if they own the publishing
Gums be bleedin' from illegal feedin' on my verb
I bring the Mardi Gras to your face
I outwit vipers in my rhyme cipher
I can easily lick them 'cause they victims of the subconscious race
Tossin' periods in front of foes reps
It's not the one-eight-seven when the 360 slept
You swallow the cake from the plate of elevate
Or you might get sparked by the crew who got the weight
So resuscitatin' rap like the hicks do with Presley
Is the kid who peeled the jeans in Orleans off of Leslie
Sh.Fe.MC number nine
If you let me rhyme nine times infinitely, I will climb
I let my Walkman from Sony play cassettes from Rabboni
Which guarantees to put me on the narrow road
Ayo, that's it from me
Plug 3 and Ali, explode
Explode
[Bridge]
'Bout to get real
[Verse 3]
When I rhyme, the effect just ripples
You sound sick, I hope your cells get sickles
And formulate into real stiff shit
Then I bet that ass'll cut the chit-chit
'Cause the Ab' will be sharper than a Ginsu
Cutter, all your bum **** head for the gutter
This is not a game and we ain't lookin' for the fame
That's not the aim, we came to rip the jam out the frame
My inter-reaction with paper is amazin'
So needless to say, mad trails are left blazin'
A whole lot of bullshit rhymes start to get played
But I'm here to say that real rhymes do pay
I'm the type of brother that writes until my knuckles get nary
And through the dome piece, the rhymes will carry
Then transported to my throat, then the quotes hit the air
As I stand dipped with the wares
Rhymes get slot times, move back from the jack
It's the verbal constructor, some MC's is wack
I make a girl do the bogle, doo-doo brown and all
Make a **** jump up, drink Dom and have a ball
I animate the unlively with the verbal combat
The Abstract, never the wack
Motivator of the many like Moses
Movin' through, bringin' danger to the dummies that poses
That means you, the sub relator of the sub-culture
Like a vulture, I swoop down on clowns, cause confusion all around
Mental burdens I bring to MCs who sing they sad songs
Money, your dough's not long
Mines, on the other hand, is lengthy type
The Abstract gets real, real, real, real
[Verse 4]
Real down to Earth, I hit the Long Island Rail
You never see me tango with the horn and the tail
I got the kit for your mind, I design it like Zender
Smokin' mad hope from my neighbors, and the
50/50 luck takes the "S" off my chest
'Cause the "S" on my chest makes a mess
Settlin' for Superman, stupid man, put on your glasses
Now your asses be slow gassin' like molasses
Continue the menu, next on the platter
Hey, where that **** chatter?
He's right here, boy
I gots to see what I got and who I'm gettin' it wit'
This ain't no nickel-dime game that I'm peddlin' wit'
Mikey Roads said "Stop ridin', it be dividin'
Takin' me out how I be vibin'"
**** acting hard like gristle
But my pops got the pistol, told me if I ever need it, just—
Respects to Griff Dog for the razor
Much respects to Joe Buck for the favor
It's about a million brothers tryin' to be MC's in this world
I'm glad I got a baby girl
Written by: Ali Shaheed Jones-Muhammad, Arthur Neville, David Jude Jolicoeur, Dick Hyman, FAREED KAMAAL IBN JONATHAN DAVIS, George Porter, Jr., Joseph Modeliste, Kamaal Ibn Fareed, Kelvin Mercer, Leo Nocentelli, Malik Izaak Taylor, Paul Huston, Vincent Mason