Lyrics The Chase, Pt. 2 - A Tribe Called Quest
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"I′m
bout
to
wreck
ya
body
and
say
turn
the
party
out"
Them
can't
touch
me
no,
them
can′t
touch
me
Them
can't
hold
me
no,
them
can't
hold
me
([Q-Tip:]
Damn,
Phife
you
got
fat!)
Yeah,
I
know
it
looks
pathetic
Ali
Shaheed
Muhammad
got
me
doing
calisthenics
Needless
to
say,
boy
I′m
bad
to
the
bone
Making
love
to
my
mic
like
Jarobi
on
the
phone
But
um,
no
time
for
jokes
(what!),
there′s
bills
to
be
paid
(what!)
Hoes
to
be
laid
(what!),
punks
to
be
sprayed
(what!)
Chumps
to
attack,
so
my
man
watch
your
back
Cuz
'93
means
skills
are
a
must,
so
never
lack
(uh!)
Sit
back
and
learn,
come
now
watch
the
birdie
Your
styles
are
incomplete,
same
as
Vinny
Testaverde
Battlin,
whenever
--
hot
Damn!
Give
me
the
microphone
bwoy,
one
time,
bam!
Keep
it
on
the
corner,
cuz
here
comes
the
heat
Lyrically
it
stays,
the
jazz
will
pace
the
beat
As
we
proceed
to
elevate
you,
we
in
fo-fo
Run
and
tell
your
dad
the
Abstract′s
the
bag
As
we
proceed
to
move
your
high
parts,
we
know
who
has
ass
Poets
got
the
gimmicks,
but
they
lack
the
sassafras
To
make
the
average
hardrock
and
cock
the
glock
And
roam
the
city
streets
on
the
jury,
they
hot
I
be
ingredients,
like
sugar
and
candy
If
your
life
is
broke,
girl
I'll
be
the
handy-dandy
That
commends
you,
my
fee
is
a
shower
For
you,
I′ll
scrub
your
back
and
I'll
soap
the
butt-crack
Make
you
shiny,
spiffy
in
a
jiff
Fuckin
with
the
Ab,
you
got
the
greatest
of
gifts
Yo,
my
mic
is
sounding
bug.
Bob
Power,
you
there?(Yeah)
Adjust
the
bass
and
treble
make
my
shit
sound
clear(echo)
(Q-Tip:
After
fourth
time)
Make
you
shiny,
spiffy
in
a
jiff
Fuckin
with
the
Ab,
you
got
the
greatest
of
gifts
A-yo,
my
mic
is
sounding
bug.
Bob
Power,
you
there?
Adjust
the
bass
and
treble...
OK,
could
you
come
in
Tip?
Whoop,
back
yourself
man.
Come
watch
me
drop
it
For
showing
me
I
could
do
it,
for
showing
me
I
can
rock
it
Me
not
deal
wit
no
changaram,
bangaram
business
I
got
soul
on
a
hymn,
like
Jehovah′s
got
the
witness
Musically,
the
three,
poetically,
be
me
We
in
jammin
on
the
airwaves,
kids
just
rave
Obey
the
MCs,
cuz
the
MCs
say
We
flippin
more
niggaz
like
we
Super
Dave
But
noticin
my
stature,
y'all
niggaz
know
we
gotcha
Movin
to
the
rapture,
listen
how
we
catch
ya
Movin
with
the
grace,
here
we
go,
let's
begin
Makin
people
jump
out
their
goddamn
skin
Lyrically,
we
bite
like
we
Rin
Tin
Tin
Peace
to
Grand
Pu
and
his
many,
many
skins
Don′t
mark
with
the
arrow,
cuz
we
know
we
get
the
wins
It′s
the
Ab,
Shaheed,
and
the
Dawg
for
the
blend
I
wanna
say
peace
to
my
man
Rob
P,
my
man
Jerod,
and
Skeff
Anslem
on
the
help
out
and
we
out
like
shout
Nine-tre,
oh,
oh,
oh,
oh,
oh...
I
don't
wanna
say
nine-tre
Cause
my
man
Extra
P
said
don′t
say
the
years
So,
it's
for
eternity,
know
what
I′m
sayin?
Rock
rock
on,
everybody
in
Queens,
rock
rock
on
Everybody
in
Brooklyn,
rock
rock
on
Money
Earnin
Mt.
Vernon,
rock
rock
on
Everybody
in
Jersey,
rock
rock
on
Everybody
in
Philly
rock
rock
on
Everybody
in
Houston,
rock
rock
on
Everybody
LA,
rock
rock
on
Everybody
in
The
Sand,
rock
rock
on
Everybody
in
Egypt,
rock
rock
on
Everybody
Nigeria,
rock
rock
on
Everybody
in
London,
rock
rock
on
Everybody
in
Sweden,
rock
rock
on
Everybody
in
beware,
rock
rock
on
To
the
niggaz
on
the
famous,
rock
rock
on
Everybody
no
name,
rock
rock
on
To
the
kids
at
Nu-Clear,
rock
rock
on
The
Cave
rock
rock
on.
McDonald's,
rock
rock
on
1 Intro le film
2 Watch the Sound
3 It Ain't Hard to Tell
4 Mass Appeal
5 Mass Appeal
6 Je n'aime pas
7 Butterfly CKM
8 Splurt
9 "P" Is Still Free
10 Return Of The B-Boy
11 Come Back
12 Stir It Up
13 I'm In Luv
14 Groove Thang
15 Play Homie Lover Friend
16 The One for Me
17 Because Of Love
18 C'est un jeu d'enfant
19 Gz and Hutlas
20 The Chase, Pt. 2
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