Vibes and Stuff

Let me flaunt the style, I think that the time's near
 That we drop studs, there will be no duds here
 Rappers play the dumb, kinda on the space tip
 But when they hear the jams, they be on the dilsnick
 Now I'm not for the rock, I know the territory
 Go ahead and try, that's a different story
 Similar to Grimm, I can tell a better one
 All about a kid, who couldn't rap and didn't run
 Stands on the side, when the rap is gettin' dumb
 Resorts to baggin' Billy, askin' can he have some
 No, never ever come back and try again, man
 If you come back, I'll be the first to shake your hand
 Competition's good, it brings out the vital parts
 The Abstract Poetic majors in recital arts
 Do it for the kids, the elders and the rap peers
 We know the job is done, when we hear a lot of cheers
 Gotta feel the vibes, learn from my relation
 If the hands clap, I'm filled with elation
 Here I am ghetto, full with a lot of steam
 Think I gotta, I think I gotta, I think I gotta scream
 'Cause that's how good it feels, child
 Let your hair down, so we can get buckwild
 Do your ill dance, don't think about the next man
 We must have unity and think of the bigger plan
 Division, we will fall, we must stick together, see
 I'd like to take this time to say what's up to Kool G
 The name is Q-Tip, The Midnight Marauder
 Give enough respect to Afrika Bambaataa
 As a man in the world, I must do my job
 Take care of Mama Duke, I won't resort to rob
 Bob, you'll get your dough, Mase is my witness
 Obsessed with the rap for it's the mental fitness
 Like shootin' Cee-lo, and always gettin' head cracks
 The industry is luck, winning with the fake raps
 Peace to the crews who pump the real hip hop
 Not sellin' out from hardrock to disc jock (from disc jock to hardrock, from hardrock to disc jock)
 I don't know what to say, but here I go, freak it
 If the papes come, then you know I'll seek it
 I'm just a short brotha, dark skin face
 Weigh a buck-50, 36 waist
 Hair is crazy curly, fliplike Mr. Furley
 To this day, I still believe that no MC can serve me
 Brothas try to front, but everybody know (know)
 I get more props than the Arsenio Hall Show
 Party animal I was, but now I chill at home
 All I do is write rhymes, eat, drink, shit and bone
 Found my thrill in Amityville, I'm always in the Island
 Fudge and Monkey know the time, they know who keeps 'em smilin'
 Go out on my own, somethin' that I gotta do
 Do what the hell I want and have no one to listen to
 I'm prompt with my business and I do things on the double
 Yo, I'm out like Buster Douglas, I say peace to MC Trouble
 Rest in peace
 Word up, rest in peace, and you know what else?
 We got, we got, we got the vibe (vibe)
 All the people in Long Island, we got the vibe (vibe)
 Brooklyn and Queens, we got the vibe (vibe)
 Uptown and Now Rule, we got the vibe (vibe)
 People upstate, we got the vibe (vibe)
 If you're in DC, you got the vibe (vibe)
 Maryland, Virginia, Carolina vibe (vibe)
 Out West, we got the vibe (vibe)
 In the Bahamas, we got the vibe (vibe)
 Over in Europe, you know what, we got the vibe (vibe)
 And we gotta keep it alive, it goes on
 Of rap I'm a fan, I've seen a whole lotta of slumps
 Good with the girls, I got a whole lot of bumps
 From fat to skinny, Freida to Winnie (Winnie)
 Emma to Cindy, Constance to Wendy (Wendy)
 'Cause I be more friendly, never on the snotty side
 I don't brag to brothas about the little papes I got (got)
 My vocal styles can vary, the sight is never scary (scary)
 It's only legendary, my father well-prepared me ('pared me)
 My job ain't temporary, I'm here for the long shot
 Better yet, the long term, I don't have a perm (perm)
 In a way I do, call 'em the perma-naps
 I'm crazy slap-happy and I'm scrappy when I'm nappy
 When I get the mic in my hand with the crowd in stands (stands)
 It's as good as grand like that (that)
 I wanna say peace and dedicate this joint to MC Trouble
 And to, uh, Trouble T-Roy
 And to, uhm, Scott La Rock
 And to, uhm, Cowboy, you know what I'm sayin'?
 This is for the slain rappers and the fallen rappers
 You know what I'm sayin (sayin)?
 This is a special, special, special, special, special dedication
 And also to my pops and also to Vinia's moms (moms)
 You know what I'm sayin'?
 You just gotta keep it happy and keep the vibes going
 'Cause this is vibes and stuff
 And we out
 
 Let me flaunt the style, I think that the time's near
 That we drop studs, there will be no duds here
 Rappers play the dumb, kinda on the space tip
 But when they hear the jams, they be on the dilsnick
 Now I'm not for the rock, I know the territory
 Go ahead and try, that's a different story
 Similar to Grimm, I can tell a better one
 All about a kid, who couldn't rap and didn't run
 Stands on the side, when the rap is gettin' dumb
 Resorts to baggin' Billy, askin' can he have some
 No, never ever come back and try again, man
 If you come back, I'll be the first to shake your hand
 Competition's good, it brings out the vital parts
 The Abstract Poetic majors in recital arts
 Do it for the kids, the elders and the rap peers
 We know the job is done, when we hear a lot of cheers
 Gotta feel the vibes, learn from my relation
 If the hands clap, I'm filled with elation
 Here I am ghetto, full with a lot of steam
 Think I gotta, I think I gotta, I think I gotta scream
 'Cause that's how good it feels, child
 Let your hair down, so we can get buckwild
 Do your ill dance, don't think about the next man
 We must have unity and think of the bigger plan
 Division, we will fall, we must stick together, see
 I'd like to take this time to say what's up to Kool G
 The name is Q-Tip, The Midnight Marauder
 Give enough respect to Afrika Bambaataa
 As a man in the world, I must do my job
 Take care of Mama Duke, I won't resort to rob
 Bob, you'll get your dough, Mase is my witness
 Obsessed with the rap for it's the mental fitness
 Like shootin' Cee-lo, and always gettin' head cracks
 The industry is luck, winning with the fake raps
 Peace to the crews who pump the real hip hop
 Not sellin' out from hardrock to disc jock (from disc jock to hardrock, from hardrock to disc jock)
 I don't know what to say, but here I go, freak it
 If the papes come, then you know I'll seek it
 I'm just a short brotha, dark skin face
 Weigh a buck-50, 36 waist
 Hair is crazy curly, fliplike Mr. Furley
 To this day, I still believe that no MC can serve me
 Brothas try to front, but everybody know (know)
 I get more props than the Arsenio Hall Show
 Party animal I was, but now I chill at home
 All I do is write rhymes, eat, drink, shit and bone
 Found my thrill in Amityville, I'm always in the Island
 Fudge and Monkey know the time, they know who keeps 'em smilin'
 Go out on my own, somethin' that I gotta do
 Do what the hell I want and have no one to listen to
 I'm prompt with my business and I do things on the double
 Yo, I'm out like Buster Douglas, I say peace to MC Trouble
 Rest in peace
 Word up, rest in peace, and you know what else?
 We got, we got, we got the vibe (vibe)
 All the people in Long Island, we got the vibe (vibe)
 Brooklyn and Queens, we got the vibe (vibe)
 Uptown and Now Rule, we got the vibe (vibe)
 People upstate, we got the vibe (vibe)
 If you're in DC, you got the vibe (vibe)
 Maryland, Virginia, Carolina vibe (vibe)
 Out West, we got the vibe (vibe)
 In the Bahamas, we got the vibe (vibe)
 Over in Europe, you know what, we got the vibe (vibe)
 And we gotta keep it alive, it goes on
 Of rap I'm a fan, I've seen a whole lotta of slumps
 Good with the girls, I got a whole lot of bumps
 From fat to skinny, Freida to Winnie (Winnie)
 Emma to Cindy, Constance to Wendy (Wendy)
 'Cause I be more friendly, never on the snotty side
 I don't brag to brothas about the little papes I got (got)
 My vocal styles can vary, the sight is never scary (scary)
 It's only legendary, my father well-prepared me ('pared me)
 My job ain't temporary, I'm here for the long shot
 Better yet, the long term, I don't have a perm (perm)
 In a way I do, call 'em the perma-naps
 I'm crazy slap-happy and I'm scrappy when I'm nappy
 When I get the mic in my hand with the crowd in stands (stands)
 It's as good as grand like that (that)
 I wanna say peace and dedicate this joint to MC Trouble
 And to, uh, Trouble T-Roy
 And to, uhm, Scott La Rock
 And to, uhm, Cowboy, you know what I'm sayin'?
 This is for the slain rappers and the fallen rappers
 You know what I'm sayin (sayin)?
 This is a special, special, special, special, special dedication
 And also to my pops and also to Vinia's moms (moms)
 You know what I'm sayin'?
 You just gotta keep it happy and keep the vibes going
 'Cause this is vibes and stuff
 And we out