A Tribe Called Quest - "Vibes And Stuff" lyrics

Q-Tip: Let me flaunt the style (style), I think that the time's near That we drop studs (studs), there will be no duds here Rappers play the dumb (dumb), kinda on the space tip Now I'm not for the rock (rock), I know the territory But when they hear the jams (jams), they be on the dilsnick All about a kid (kid), who couldn't rap and didn't run Go ahead and try (try), that's a different story Similar to Grimm (Grimm), I could write a better one Stand (stand) aside (aside), when the rap is gettin dumb No, never ever (ever) come back and try again man Resort to baggin Billy (Billy), askin can he have some If you come back (back), I'll be the first to shake your hand Competitions good (good), it brings out the vital parts The Abstract Poetic ('etic), majors in recital arts Do it for the kids (kids), the elders and the rap peers When the job is done (done), then we hear a lot of cheers If the hands clap (clap) are filled with elation Gotta feel the vibes (vibes), come from my creation Here I am ghetto, full with a lot of steam Think I gotta, I think I gotta, I think I gotta scream (scream) Cuz that's how good it feels child Let your hair down (down), so we can get buckwild Do your ill dance (dance), don't think about the next man We must have unity and think of the bigger plan The vision, we fall (fall) we must stick together, see I'd like to take this time (time) to say what's up to Kool G The name is Q-Tip (Tip), The Midnight Marauder As a man in the world (world), I must do my job Give enough respect ('spect) to Afrika Bambaataa Take care of Mama Duke (Duke), I won't resort to rob Bob you'll get your dough (dough), Mase is my witness Obsessed with the rap (rap), for its the mental fitness Like shootin cee-lo (lo), and always gettin headcracks The industry is luck (luck), winning with the fake raps Peace to the crews (crews), who pump the real hip hop Not sellin out (out) from hardrock to disc jock... (From disc jock to hardrock, from hardrock to disc jock) Phife: If the papes come, then you know I'll seek it I don't know what to say, but here I go freak it I'm just a short brotha, dark skin face Weigh a buck-fifty, 36 waist My hair is crazy curly Front like Mr. Furley Brothas try to front, but everybody know (know) I get more props than the Arsenio Hall Show To this day, I still believe that no MC can serve me All I do is write rhymes, eat, drink, shit and bone Party animal I was, but now I chill at home 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 Douglass, I say peace to MC Trouble Rest in Peace Q-Tip: 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 New York, 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) In the Bahamas, we got the vibe (vibe) Out West, we got the vibe (vibe) Over in Europe, you know what' We got the vibe Of rap I'm a fan, I've seen a whole lot of subs And we gotta keep it alive, it goes on... From fat to skinny, Freeda to Winnie (Winnie) Goods with the girls, I got a whole lot of 'em Emma to Cindy, Constance to Wendy (Wendy) I don't brag to brothas about the little papes I got (got) Cuz I be more friendly (friendly), never on the snotty side My vocal styles can vary, the sight is never scary (scary) It's only legendary ('dary), 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 It's as good as grand like that (that) I'm crazy slap-happy and I'm scrappy when I'm nappy When I get the mic in my hand and the crowd in stands (stands) I wanna say peace and dedicate this joint to MC Trouble and to um...Trouble T-Roy This is for the slain rappers and the fallen rappers And to um...Scott La Rock and to um...Cowboy, you know what I'm sayin' you know what I'm sayin (sayin)' And also to my pops and also to Vinny, his moms (moms) This is a special, special, special, special, special dedication you know what I'm sayin' You just gotta keep it happy and keep the vibes going and this is Vibes and Stuff And we out...