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A Tribe Called Quest Lyrics


I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Dream about Bugattis and other four-wheels
They say Illuminati and other ordeals
Is how my lawyer got me to avoid a raw deal
And now it's more real than it is for any other star
And that's enough to have you tearing up the mini-bar
I should probably get awards when the Emmys are
For how I deal with the path like Remy Ma
I get in the car like a sniper's on the roof now
But don't confuse how you see me, have to move now
I got bars like the cypher's in the booth now
Ooo, child, things are gonna get easier
'Long as they get my page right on Wikipedia
'Long as they say my name right in the media
If you don't, that's a sin like Cincinnati
'Cause ever since I had the polo suit at the Grammys
I been spittin' at the camera like Trick Daddy
So swaggy, he could have broke up with IG
I ain't surprised that they broke up on IG
I got the game on IV
Might as well have a live feed
Keep a fresh cut from IB
So I always match the picture in my ID
They packin' Dub C and run with Mack 10
I was still a baby Similac then
And what the crack era did to black men
It had to be a error if you had a Cadillac then

How I rock mine, I throw it up
Makin' sure that you niggas all are on the same page
Powerful force, you better look both ways
Fuck that, I'm chokin' niggas, it's goin' down
I'm from a different cloth, we the oracles of the sound
Skip town, hit 'em with impeccable pound
Lost, found, the way I flood it, niggas gon' drown
Rip shit, oh, wait, wait, wait, wait
I gotta do it again, I gotta do it again
You already know the script, roundhouse kick
She lookin' at me, lickin' her lip
Put my arm around her like a bowl of chip with the dip
With your bitch, what the fuck, niggas erupt
I got the half moon clip, that's banana, a good planner
A new anger like a larger Bruce Banner, out the house
Nigga, if you open your mouth
Damn, nigga, if you open you mouth
Fuck the press, I'm leavin' every room in a mess
Like herds of bulls with they aprons on and bakin' soda
Keep it movin', keep the convo short and bring a case of Henny
House of Pain, I control many
House of lies, you niggas go run, hide
Peep the way the vibe conflict with they real lives
(Nigga) Fanatic shit, we go bizarre
Bad news for niggas as I go emphatical, radical
National animal, rulin' like a czar
Every time I black for the record, the shit splatter
The whole batter, no bullshit, the boom bapper
I pull the gat up, whip the ship, cook the batter
When I pull up on niggas even your momma goin' scatter

Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Dexter Mills, Kamaal Ibn John Fareed, Trevor Smith

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Vincent Dawson

I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Dream about Bugattis and other four-wheels
They say Illuminati and other ordeals
Is how my lawyer got me to avoid a raw deal
And now it's more real than it is for any other star
And that's enough to have you tearing up the mini-bar
I should probably get awards when the Emmys are
For how I deal with the path like Remy Ma
I get in the car like a sniper's on the roof now
But don't confuse how you see me, have to move now
I got bars like the cypher's in the booth now
Ooo, child, things are gonna get easier
'Long as they get my page right on Wikipedia
'Long as they say my name right in the media
If you don't, that's a sin like Cincinnati
'Cause ever since I had the polo suit at the Grammys
I been spittin' at the camera like Trick Daddy
So swaggy, he could have broke up with IG
I ain't surprised that they broke up on IG
I got the game on IV
Might as well have a live feed
Keep a fresh cut from IB
So I always match the picture in my ID
They packin' Dub C and run with Mack 10
I was still a baby Similac then
And what the crack era did to black men
It had to be a error if you had a Cadillac then
How I rock mine, I throw it up
Makin' sure that you niggas all are on the same page
Powerful force, you better look both ways
Fuck that, I'm chokin' niggas, it's goin' down
I'm from a different cloth, we the oracles of the sound
Skip town, hit 'em with impeccable pound
Lost, found, the way I flood it, niggas gon' drown
Rip shit, oh, wait, wait, wait, wait
I gotta do it again, I gotta do it again
You already know the script, roundhouse kick
She lookin' at me, lickin' her lip
Put my arm around her like a bowl of chip with the dip
With your bitch, what the fuck, niggas erupt
I got the half moon clip, that's banana, a good planner
A new anger like a larger Bruce Banner, out the house
Nigga, if you open your mouth
Damn, nigga, if you open you mouth
Fuck the press, I'm leavin' every room in a mess
Like herds of bulls with they aprons on and bakin' soda
Keep it movin', keep the convo short and bring a case of Henny
House of Pain, I control many
House of lies, you niggas go run, hide
Peep the way the vibe conflict with they real lives
(Nigga) Fanatic shit, we go bizarre
Bad news for niggas as I go emphatical, radical
National animal, rulin' like a czar
Every time I black for the record, the shit splatter
The whole batter, no bullshit, the boom bapper
I pull the gat up, whip the ship, cook the batter
When I pull up on niggas even your momma goin' scatter



Sergio B.Viera

HOW I ROCK MINE!, I throw it up
Makin' sure that you niggas all are on the same page
Powerful force, you better look both ways
Fuck that, I'm chokin' niggas, it's goin' down
I'm from a different cloth, we the oracles of the sounds
Skip town, hit 'em with impeccable pound
Lost, found, the way I flood it, niggas gon' drown
Rip shit—ayo, wait, wait, wait, wait—
I gotta do it again, I gotta do it again
You already know the script, roundhouse kick
She lookin' at me, lickin' her lip
Put my arm around her like a bowl of chip with a dip
With yo' bitch, what the fuck, niggas erupt
I got the half moon clip, that's banana
A good planner, a new anger like a larger Bruce Banner
Out the house, nigga, if you open your mouth
Man, nigga, if you open your mouth
Fuck the press, I'm leavin' every room in a mess
Like herds of bulls with they aprons on and bakin' soda
Keep it movin', keep the convo short
And bring a case of Henney (case of Henney)
House of pain, I control many (control many)
House of lies, you niggas go run, hide
Peep the way this vibe conflict with they real lives
(Nigga) Fanatic shit, we go bizarre (we go bizarre)
Bad news for niggas as I go emphatical, radical
National animal rulin' like a czar
Every time I black for the record, the shit splatter
The whole batter, no bullshit, the boom bapper
I pull the gat up, whip the shit, cook the batter
When I pull up on niggas, even your momma gon' scatter
Barishkaaa



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1800notarealnumber

On every song on this album there's a comment from a few folks saying it's the best song on the album.. that's how you know it's a masterpiece of an album

Ali3nati0n

!!!

SMUS16475

Precisely.

DevTech

This fucking Busta Rhymes verse is unreal. He flows on the track like butter.

Timo Niksen

This, insane flowssss

BigDapPacino

Busta has been a incredible lyricist since his days with Leaders of the New School....I think he dumbed down for the audience but the flow has been sick...something about him getting with ATCQ...makes him beast out!

Barret Wallace

That guitar riff while Consequence is rappin got me goosebumps! Got tha game on iv! Might as well have a live feed! Then Busta comes in interrupting Consequence like a cypher took me back to The Coming album. I pictured Busta in the studio freestylin these bars! Especially when he goes "wait.Wait...gotta do it again!" Like someone else wanted on the mic but Busta pushed them out the way to continue. Like he was possesed! Shit goes hard everyday on my playlist! Thanks for you service🙏

Tim Harvey

Just what I felt in 22

Joseph

Most overlooked song on this albumn, easily best production

MF MATIC

Bustas verse has so much replay value

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