Verses from the Abstract (feat. Vinia Mojica & Ron Carter)

I had a dream about my man last night

And my man came by the st-, the studio

And his name is

Busta Rhymes, in effect

Shaheed is in effect

Phife Did-awg is in effect

Check it out, and give me my 'spect

I'm movin', yes, I'm groovin' 'cause my mouth is on the motor

Use the Coast in the morning to avoid the funky odor

Can't help being funky, I'm the funky Abstract brother

Funky in a sense, but I play the undercover

Once had a fetish, fetish for some booty

Now I'm gettin' funky and my rappin', that's my duty

Brothers tend to jock on the style in particular

If you got the ego like some brothers, then I'll get with ya

But if I don't pursue, then I just don't give a ****

My motto in the 90s is, be happy making bucks

Girls love the jim 'cause it causes crazy friction

When it goes up in and fluctuates the diction

I still understand the oomph 'cause that's what I met her for

I'm hooked on the swings, so just call me the music whore

Women love the voice, brothers dig the lyrics

Quest the people's choice, we drivin' for the spirit

If you can't hear it, then get the wax utensil

Write my rhymes straight up, don't get with no fancy stencil

The rhymes we get is sweet, we stay away from tart

A perfectionist at work, perkin' up the art

If you want to battle, I suggest you check your clock

Your demise is coming up, and I want your man to watch

Be the prime example, or deeper still the sample

Insignificance, here, I'll place you on the mantle

Born up in Harlem, reside down in Jamaica

The girl I used to rock, her moms was a Quaker

And what does that make her? The evil money taker?

The crazy move faker, I used that to break her

Phife is in the house (Ooh, you know you got it going on)

Uncle Mike is in the house (This ain't an R&B song)

Bob Power is in the house

Tim Latham is in the house (You got it going on)

Wise Men is in the house (And on and on and on)

The Brand Nubes is in the house

The JB's, they in the house

And De La, they in the house

I must regroup my thoughts and kick the next ones for my people

Please don't be deceived by the ugly slice of evil

The world is kinda cold and the rhythm is my blanket

Wrap yourself up in it, if you love it, then you'll thank it

Don't move to rebuttal, wave your hand for action

Some women in the '90s want more than satisfaction

They want keys and G's, and all those illy things

If you want to, I'll show you, just what the Ab can bring

I keep a tight net with my brothers Ken and Kenny

If the question is of rhymes, then I tell you I've got plenty

The thing that men and women need to do is stick together

Progressions can't be made if we're separate forever

I hooked this funky beat with the loop and the feature

Is the funky singing by Miss Vinia Mojica

So listen because the Quest is led through the underground

My people have been oppressed too long, no more will we be down

People tend to riff 'cause they don't know the mental

People tend to bug 'cause their beats are hard but gentle

Africano lurks through the body of this youngin'

Play like Bobby Byrd on your back and you're coming

To the house of the jazz, of the funk, of the rhythm

All the goods are welcome, but if you're a villain

I'll just wait and debate, contemplate your arrival

If flexing is your motive, then you don't like survival

The Abstract is speakin', the hard beats is reachin'

To Black and Puerto Ricans 'cause they're butt naked, streakin'

Through the ever-murky streets of the urbanized areas

Blastin' out the speakers is the hip-hop hysteria

Craig is in the house (Ooh, you know you got it going on)

Pete Rock is in the house (This ain't an R&B song)

CL is in the house (You got it going on)

Ultra Mag is in the house (And on and on and on)

Nice and Smooth is in the house

Big Daddy Kane is in the house

Beatnuts is in the house

Special Ed is in the house

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, and this one goes out to my man

Thanks a lot, Ron Carter on the bass

Yes, my man, Ron Carter, is on the bass

And check it out

Goin' into the '91 decade

Up in until the two-thousand decade

You gotta say the Quest is on

And goddamn it, yes, the Quest is on

And we out