Baby Phife's Return

Phife: The mad man

Malik makes

MCs run for

Milk of Magnesia

Maybe that'll ease ya

Master of this microphone mackin, master as in great

I'll have your brain goin in circles as my style tends to ovulate

I'm makin moves, never movies, that's why y'all

MCs lose me

Retrace, won't, so your stubborn like groupies

Kid, you know my flava, tear this whole jam apart

Fuck around and have your heart, like

Jordan had

Starks While you playin hokey pokey, there's no time to be dokey

Cuz I come out to play every night like

Charles Oakley

Dissin around with wack rhymin

You lose your grip from chalk climbin

Let me take this time to say

R.I.P. to

Phyllis Hyman

Who never got the props that she damn well deserved

But see me, you don't wanna see me, cuz all

MCs are gettin served

The nerve, for you to even step to the

Phifer I'll bumrush your set and crush your whole cypher

Reserve, a spot for me in hip hop's hall of fame

Cuz rappin ain't no game, big up your head and maintain

Yeah, Queens forever in this piece crushin any beef

Ain't nuthin sweet, the bakery's across the fuckin street

Phife Dawg, swingin it back and forth just like

Aaliyah Makin moves on your heart like that trick

Tamia No doubt about it,

I love hip hop to death

But yo Tip, bring in the chorus cuz

I'm losin my breath

Consequence:

A, yo, you know the deal when the diggy

Dawg is on the scene

We got the fiend bumpin straight from the borough

Queens You know the deal when the diggy

Dawg is on the scene

We got the fiend bumpin straight from the borough

Queens You know the deal when the diggy

Dawg is on the scene

You know the deal, ha, you know the deal

Phife: Big up pop

Duke, that's where

I caught my athleticism

My mama, no doubt, that's where

I got my lyricism

My nana, that's where

I got my spiritualism

As for Tip and

Shah, they made me stop from smokin izm

Now, when

I'm with some cheese,

I be lettin off gism

Writin rhymes since

Daddy Kane and

Biz Mark was on

Prism I gotta brave heart like the one named

Shirley Chisholm

As for my late twin, boy,

I wish I was with him

Got the Lightro in the back talkin bout (come on, get him)

And when it comes to rhymes, no doubt,

I flip em

Sucka MC in my path, hey main,

I say we ship him

Money please, your rhymes are wack, say word, this geek is trippin

Just because my name is

Phife, my man,

I'm never slippin

I got the type of flave to have your ass straight bitchin

For those who act cute, see

I got them on mute

Have you walkin through your projects in your birthday suit

Cuz your style is off loot, so

I played him like a flute

If youse a sucka

MC, then it's you

I rebuke My style is, everday all day, similar to water

Crushin MCs as if my name was

Sargent Slaughter

Keep shit hotter...than a sauna

Or better yet, the hormones on your

Christian daughter

Hey, I tried to warn her

My sounds the type to kill, like the grill on

Lauryn Hill

So all ya sucka

MCs, y'all best go chill

Bout to go to

Union Square so

I can see my care bear

Singin good stuff in my ear, runnin fingers through my hair

Represent the

Zulu Nation with illy rap creations

Just keep shit hotter than

Death Row-

Bad Boy confrontations

Chillin with

Fudge Love because he represents the

Haitians Ya naw'mean

Word up I just wanna big up everybody for supportin

A Tribe Called

Quest Through the years

This be the fourth

LP, you know what

I'm sayin?

Tip, Shaheed and

Phife, Beats,

Rhymes and

Life Featuring my man, you know what

I'm sayin,

Consequence 192 is the area where we represent, for the ladies and gents, ha ha

You know what

I'm sayin?

Big up Shaheed

Muhammad, that's my man

Christine, you know what

I'm sayin, word life (fading out)

The Abstract

Poetic, rockin this track

Bouncin it all over the place, in your face

You know what

I'm sayin?

My man Lightro...