The Pressure

In this American metropolis filled with MC's
 A Tribe Called Quest came to drop jewels wit' ease
 Plus make you party, we do this music thing for everybody
 Black, White, Latino and Asian, we cold raisin'
 The stakes of hip-hop to a new plateau
 To gaps in generations for future plantations
 A god-fearin' folk cos we all from the yolk
 Of one breed, one seed, to good goals we proceed
 Nowadays I strive to be a very good influence
 Even though not too long ago I was a truant
 Now I'm droppin' it on this and many broad topics
 From man's obsession with money to holy prophets
 Like Mohammed, yo, you know the scene is so freaky
 Enemies they denounce me and my own try to sweep me
 Now I got hip-hop acts posin' like fat cats
 Lex and a Rolex, Moet and a top hat
 But what about your contract, slick? Is you proper?
 It's time we turned the tables of this hip-hop fable
 I be strivin yo', tryna bang these joints out my skillet
 And fulfil it, think about these kids, we can't kill it
 (Phife)
 Now every dog has his day, but eff that, it's my year
 All you gat pullin' MC's could never come near
 All that bogus type chatter, please put it to rest
 It's the Phifer from Quest leavin' venues a mess
 So I even start to (Rap) when you know you have no (Haps)
 Wit' your simpleton (Lyrics), your light-hearted (Act)
 Step back, me no have no time for dat
 I'm blowin' up the spot for all you ras clot idi-ots
 In a world where you have like a zillion MC's
 Ninety percent of all you suckers have filthy LPs
 Bitch this, trick that, come on, act like you know
 I be that up north MC who never chose to play the down-low
 (His name is Phife Dawg) I label myself as The Boss (True dat)
 Same height as Little Vicious, yet I'm shorter than Kriss Kross
 Queens representation, son, you know how we do
 While Light' and Sha, they represent BK to the fullest
 I be the sidekick to The Abstract, so get ready for combat
 Yo, what about about them biters? Errr! Me not like that
 My motto is to wreck shop, I do it on the non-stop
 Come on party people, you must give me my props
 Cos y'all know good and damn well that the style has been mastered
 So head for the border you peasy-haired bastards
 Before I start to put it on ya, come on now, must I warn ya?
 Queens is in the house so all MC's go hold their corner
 We feelin' pressures in here
 You know we feelin' pressures
 Feelin' pressures in here
 You know we feelin' pressures
 We gotta stand clear
 Jus' gotta stand clear
 Gotta gotta stand clear of the pressure
 The what?