Steve Biko (Stir It Up)

Lyrics

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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Song Details

Duration
03:11
Key
10
Tempo
95 BPM

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