Lyrics If the Papes Come - A Tribe Called Quest

The Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away
But not Hip-Hop yo, ha-ha-ha
And let it be known that we are on some um
Ehh ahh, uhh, a-chicka-uhh
Ehh ahh, uhh, a-chicka-uhh
And this ain′t on the pop tip yo!
Are y'all kids tucked in? (Yeah)
Here we go

People in the audience, they cry out "hoe"
People with a gun, yo they′ll cry out "bo!"
I don't like a cop, I don't sell a rock
But still the kanga′s clock me, after a show
Standin′ on the stage and we're pourin′ with sweat
To people in the crowd I give what they get
Papers make paid, babies make laid
I don't really worry, nor do I fret

Waitin′ for the gimme and boy I got some
Sweat like a peach and tart like a plum
I thought what I think, I rock a bead-link
Legally, I'll sip when I turn 21
A letter to the homeboy that freaked the head dome
The army wants me to drop my microphone
Gotta be brief, no orders from a chief
Hot butter on what, say what, the popcorn

On the tour bus, we hit the truck stop
A dollar for some chips, a quarter for some pop
We laugh and giggle some, Phife kiss the honeybuns
Ali Shaheed Muhammad keeps talkin′ that shop
The brothers cruise on as we Quest, for the check
Callin' up Famous to see, if it's there yet
Not a bourgeoise, hate the seminar
Ignorant flip, hey Miss you must jet

Flex for the funkiest, buts start to bounce
Measure Hip-Hop for weight, by the ounce
Bush on the tush, you′re pullin′ while I push
Play me for the punk then puss, feel the pounce

It's like that y′all (keep on)
Freak freak y'all (keep on)
It′s like that y'all (keep on)
Freak freak y′all (keep, on)
It's like that y'all (keep on)
Freak freak y′all (keep on)
It′s like that y'all (keep on)
Freak freak y′all (keep on)

If the papes come, yo, yo, I won't riff
I just sit down and get me a spliff
With mines I was born, a child of the corn
Molecules of the land they uplift
Levels is straight, in fact they′re rectified
Adrenaline now is crazy multiplied
Four and four is eight, the fraction makes the plate
I make sure the Tribe is in

With the quickness you bare the witness
Flexin' and pumpin′ with the fitness
Movin' it uhh, doin' it uhh
Those who oppose must hit the s-list
Doin′ it, doin′ it with the whole frame
Look what's in the mind and not in the brain
On this you can quote, we on a diffy note
Quest for the future, ′stead of the fame

191 brothers grabbin' they thingies
Forgot the name, oh, equivalent to Jimmy
Slip a little bit, you think I have to quit
Ali Shaheed Muhammad, with the singy-singy
Slammin′ with a slammy you front, on the case
Right or left nut, Ali plays the ace
Do what you do, flam for a crew
Bonita Applebum blows smoke in Sha's face

Slang for the? I must, if ya have
Dribble hops out giggle, yo proper term is laugh
Brothers who are snakes, I label them as fakes
Instincts to travel up the hood path, c′mon

It's like that y'all (keep on)
Freak freak y′all (keep on)
It′s like that y'all (keep on)
It′s like that y'all (keep on)
It′s like that y'all (keep on)
Freak freak y′all (keep on)
It's like that y'all (keep on)
Freak freak y′all (keep on)

Thank you
As you all know, you just can′t believe
Everything you see and hear, can you?
Now if you'll excuse me
I must be on my way