Lyrics Steve Biko (Stir It Up) - A Tribe Called Quest
Linden
Boulevard
represent,
represent-sent
Tribe
Called
Quest
represent,
represent-sent
When
the
mic
is
in
my
hand,
I′m
never
hesitant
My
favorite
jam
back
in
the
day
was
"Eric
B.
for
Presi-"
Rude
boy
composer,
step
to
me
you're
over
Brothers
wanna
flex,
you′re
not
Mad
Cobra
MC
shorty
black,
there
ain't
no
other
Trini-born
lad
like
Nia
Long's
grandmother
Tip
and
Sha
they
all
that,
Phife
Dawg
ditto
Honey
tell
your
man
to
chill,
or
else
you′ll
be
a
widow
Did
not
you
know
that
my
styles
are
top-dollar?
The
Five-Foot
Assassin
knocking
fleas
off
his
collar
Hip-Hop
scholar
since
being
knee
high
to
a
duck
The
height
of
Muggsy
Bogues,
complexion
of
a
hockey
puck
You
better
ask
somebody
on
how
we
flip
the
script
Come
to
a
Tribe
show
and
watch
the
three
kids
rip
Queens
is
in
the
house
represent,
represent-sent
A
Tribe
Called
Quest
represent,
represent-sent
No
taming
of
the
style
′cause
it
gets
irreverent
A
Tribe
Called
Quest
represent,
represent-sent
Huh-huh,
here
we
go,
you
know
that
I'm
the
rebel
Throwing
out
the
wicked
like
God
did
the
Devil
Funky
like
your
grandpa′s
drawers,
don't
test
me
We
in
like
that,
you′re
dead
like
Presley
When
we
coming
through,
get
tickets
to
see
me
We
work
for
the
paper
so
there'll
never
be
a
freebie
Lyrics
are
abundant
′cause
we
got
it
by
the
mass
Egos
are
all
idle
'cause
the
music
is
the
task
Valenzuela
on
the
pitch,
curveball,
catch
it
I
think
I
got
it
locked,
just
smooth
while
I
latch
it
Right,
now
I
must
move
with
the
quickness
Here
comes
Shaheed,
so
we
must
bear
the
witness
Stir
it
up!
Stir
it
up!
Stir
it
up!
Stevie
Stir
it
up!
Stir
it
up!
Stir
it
up!
Stevie
New
York
City
represent,
represent
A
Tribe
Called
Quest
represent,
represent-sent
The
Dawg
is
scientific
with
the
styles
I
invent
A
Tribe
Called
Quest
represent,
represent-sent
MCs
like
to
meddle,
but
here's
my
proposition
I
let
my
lyrics
flow,
and
juxt
your
whole
position
I′m
radical
with
this
like
the
man
this
song
is
after
Yo
Tip
settle
down,
what′s
the
reason
for
the
laughter?
I
really
can't
say,
I
guess
I
laugh
to
keep
from
crying
So
much
going
on,
people
killing,
people
dying
But
I
won′t
dwell
on
that,
I
think
I'll
elevate
my
mental
Thanks
for
these
bars
on
the
Biko
instrumental
Yo,
I′ll
take
it
back,
I'm
the
Indian
giver
MCs
take
notes
as
I
stand
and
deliver
Percussion
isn′t
less,
Ds
wear
the
vest
Why
they
dodging
bullets,
you
should
be
dodging
Quest
Don't
get
me
wrong,
violence
is
not
our
forte
I
just
like
to
rhyme,
kick
the
lyric
skills
like
Pelé
Tip
educate
'em,
my
rhymes
are
strictly
taboo
Fill
′em
with
some
fantasies,
and
I′ll
look
out
like
Tattoo
Okay,
I
am
recognizing
that
the
voice
inside
my
head
Is
urging
me
to
be
myself
but
never
follow
someone
else
Because
opinions
are
like
voices,
we
all
have
a
different
kind
So
just
clean
out
all
of
your
ears,
these
are
my
views
and
you
will
find
That
we
revolutionize
over
the
kick
and
the
snare
The
ghetto
vocalist
is
on
a
state-wide
tear
Soon
to
be
the
continent
and
then
the
freaking
globe
There's
room
for
it
all
as
we
mingle
at
the
mall
We
welcome
competition
′cause
it
doesn't
make
one
lazy
or
worn
We
gotta
work
hard,
you
know
the
damn
card
Try
to
be
the
phattest
is
the
level
that
we
strive
Try
to
be
the
phattest
also
to
stay
alive
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