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Hey yo who want to pull on Phifer long time no hear from
Suckers walkin' around talking about they could get some
But that pop is non cypher, no can do
And if you think I'm a dope, then ask the other crew
And I proceed to let you know, exactly how to flow
I'm not Lawn Doctor so just step off with the hoe
Oops my mistake I didn't know you went with her
Should I run down the line of the all the kids that done hit her
Don't be bitter, I hear that honey resembles a critter
I heard she likes to do one-one my man John Ritter
But back to the subject you can't catch wreck
You must get respect, to earn respect
Suckers think they could herb me 'cause know I where specks
You're full of jokes, but you your name ain't flex
I got the riches, the bitches, I'm large like a Huxtable
You think you're all that but you're girl's quite doable
Yeah, I'm tellin' you G, to back up off me
I'm not a mad cohort, but I'm not Mr. Softee
Rappin' is an art, coming straight from the heart
So forget the chart because the action can start

Hot sex on a platter

Where ya at? To all my peoples with the funk
I'm the undercover brother dump your hoe in the trunk
Save all the sad songs and the tearjerkers
Niggas step up it's the lyrical worker
The poems that I create ain't in paper back books
The poems that I create are for hookers and the crooks
My mental is excelling cause I dabble in the books
I'm not the one to front on, so suboops-suboops
Yo I gets the pickens, I'm such a damn Dickens
If you step to this then the plot just thickens
I'll run you around the track like a bunny and a dog
To me, your just another MC on the log
A link on the chain, fluid on the brain
I boast of hype lyrics, and yours are mardane
See I can't maintain, especially if you come back
I'm the lyrical master blaster, yeah I can do that
I can also do your girl, so leave the hoe at home
Cause when I get done, I'll have her strung on bones
It's the no-joke pressure, that elevates my mind
Makes me pick up and go when it's time to drop a rhyme
My title is locked, the Abstract poetic
I'm in the idle mode but my energy's kinetic
So smooth and debonair, especially for the ear
Gotta keep my thing in gear 'cause it's evident and clear
That I will rock, rock, rock

Hot sex on a platter

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The beat... The rhymes... Life!!! 1992... Boomerang soundtrack! Phife.Abstract.Ali. Dope!

Jon Stefanik

Props to John Ritter! RIP Phife and John Ritter.


#RIPPhife One of the best hip hop / club bangers ever! #childhoodmemories

Kevin Eaddy

Phife blessed this track crazy RIP bro surely missed

Earlobe Juice

@Cem Sen agree to disagree but dawg, pride was sliding on this. I loved tips verse on this too though.

Gregory Ingram

I liked them when they first came out, had some nice jams, I was shocked when Showtime or HBO did a documentary on the group on a reunion tour, and on several occasions fife dawg and Q-tip had to be separated from going to blows, fife dawg really let out some personal emotions he had towards Q-tip and they wasn't good, one of things fife was venting about is that he didn't like when Q-tip left the group to persue a solo career, and when his solo career tanked he wanted to come back to the group and call the shots.

Cem Sen

@Mike Killagreen  i think phife is a better rapper in general but tip was just better in this, simple

Mike Killagreen

@Cem Sen No one would agree with that. Phife was the lyricist. Q-Tip was the brains

Cem Sen

@Mike Killagreen  nah tip clearly owns this one

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Owen Wu-Pac

1992 this originally came out and then a bonus track on 1993 "Midnight Marauders" and then was on their 1998 album "The Love Movement" and and then "The Anthology" compilation. Dope track 👌🔥💯.

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