Baby Phife's Return

The mad man Malik makes MCs run for Milk of Magnesia
 Maybe that'll ease ya
 Master of this microphone mackin, master as in great
 I'll have your brain goin in circles as my style tends to modulate
 I'm makin moves, never movies, that's why y'all MCs lose me
 Retrace, won't, so your stubborn like groupies
 Kid, you know my flava, I rip this whole jam apart
 Fuck around and have your heart, like Jordan had Starks
 While you playin hokey pokey, there's no time to be dokey
 Cuz I come out to play every night like Charles Oakley
 Dissin around with wack rhymin
 You lose your grip from chalk climbin
 Let me take this time to say R. I. P. to Phyllis Hyman
 Who never got the props that she damn well deserved
 But see me, you don't wanna see me, cuz all MCs are gettin served
 The nerve, for you to even step to the Phifer
 I'll bumrush your set and crush your whole cypher
 Reserve, a spot for me in hip hop's hall of fame
 Cuz rappin ain't no game, big up your head and maintain
 Yeah, Queens forever in this piece crushin any beef
 Ain't nuthin sweet, the bakery's across the fuckin street
 Phife Dawg, swingin it back and forth just like Aaliyah
 Makin moves on your heart like that trick Tamia
 No doubt about it, I love hip hop to death
 But yo Tip, bring in the cuz I'm losin my breath
 A, yo, you know the deal when the diggy Dawg is on the scene
 We got the fiend bumpin straight from the borough Queens
 You know the deal when the diggy Dawg is on the scene
 We got the fiend bumpin straight from the borough Queens
 You know the deal when the diggy Dawg is on the scene
 We got the fiend bumpin straight from the borough Queens
 You know the deal when the diggy Dawg is on the scene
 You know the deal, ha, you know the deal!
 Big up pop Duke, that's where I caught my athleticism
 My mama, no doubt, that's where I got my lyricism
 My nana, that's where I got my spiritualism
 As for Tip and Shah, they made me stop from smokin izm
 Now, when I'm with some cheese, I be lettin off jism
 Writin rhymes since Daddy Kane and Biz Mark was on Prism
 I gotta brave heart like the one named Shirley Chisholm
 As for my late twin, boy, I wish I was with him
 Got the Lightro in the back talkin bout (come on, get him)
 And when it comes to rhymes, no doubt, I flip em
 Sucka MC in my path... hey mate, I say we ship him!
 Money please, your rhymes are wack, say word, this geek is trippin
 Just because my name is Phife, my man, I'm never slippin
 I got the type of flav to have your ass straight bitchin
 For those who act cute, see I put 'em on mute
 Have you walkin through your projects in your birthday suit
 Cuz your style is off loot, so I played him like a flute
 If youse a sucka MC, then it's you I rebuke
 My style is, everday all day, similar to water
 Crushin MCs as if my name was Sargent Slaughter
 Keep shit hotter... than a sauna
 Or better yet, the hormones on your Christian daughter
 Hey, I tried to warn her
 My sounds the type to kill, like the grill on Lauryn Hill
 So all ya sucka MCs, y'all best go chill
 Bout to go to Union Square so I can see my care bear
 Singin good stuff in my ear, runnin fingers through my hair
 Represent the Zulu Nation with illy rap creations
 That keep shit hotter than Death Row-Bad Boy confrontations
 Chillin with Fudge Love because he represents the Haitians
 Ya na'mean Word up
 I just wanna big up everybody for supportin A Tribe Called Quest
 Through the years
 This be the fourth LP, you know what I'm sayin?
 Tip, Shaheed and Phife, Beats, Rhymes and Life
 Featuring my man, you know what I'm sayin, Consequence
 192 Is the area where we represent, for the ladies and gents, ha ha
 You know what I'm sayin? Big up Shaheed Muhammad, that's my man
 Christine, you know what I'm sayin, word life (fading out)
 The Abstract Poetic, rockin this track
 Bouncin it all over the place, up in your face
 You know what I'm sayin? My man Lightro...