The Chase, Part II

The Chase, Part II - A Tribe Called Quest

I'm 'bout to wreck ya body get say turn the party out

I'm 'bout to wreck ya body get say turn the party out

I'm 'bout to wreck ya body get say turn the party out

I'm 'bout to wreck ya body get say turn the party out

I'm 'bout to wreck ya body get say turn the party out

I'm 'bout to wreck ya body get say turn the party out

I'm 'bout to wreck ya body get say turn the party out

I'm 'bout to wreck ya body get 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

Them can't touch me no them can't touch me

Them can't hold me no them can't hold me

Turn the party out

Damn Phife you got fat

Yeah I know it looks pathetic

Ali Shaheed Muhammad got me doing calisthenics uh

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

Ninety-three 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 a**

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

F**kin 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 sh*t sound clear

I'm 'bout to wreck ya body get say turn the party out

I'm 'bout to wreck ya body get say turn the party out

I'm 'bout to wreck ya body get say turn the party out

I'm 'bout to wreck ya body get say turn the party out

Make you shiny spiffy in a jiff

F**kin' with the Ab you got the greatest of gifts

Ayo my mic is sounding bug Bob Power you there

Adjust the bass and treble okay 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 markers for 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

'Cuz 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

To the cave rock rock on

McDonald's rock rock on