Текст песни:

Uh uh uh uh uh get up
Uh uh for real uh uh
Come on
Ummah, Ummah, Ummah, Ummah

[Q-Tip]
A hard time if your motion is still
Let me move some things around because the lyrics is ill
Abstract..you know my stiggidy in here [yeah]
Niggaz get on and swear it′s they fuckinyear
But yo your girl just moved
To the joint in the club, in the car if it groove [uhh]
Broad look, the movement is on
Mild mannered mami′s in Victoria thongs, uh
I give my rhyme a bless
Guaranteed to make it right if your night is a bust [yeah yeah]
You Vivrant and you fresh and all
Original to say the least and you′ve impressed Kamal [come on]
Rappers start then they stall
Findin it very hard to make it over the wall
Hey, get your weight up, my motto you heard?
And I grown a deaf ear to felonious words, uh
So girls move it around
If you see your main dog give a brother a pound
And just uh..

Chorus: Q-Tip

Breathe and Stop, for real and give it what you got, and just uhh
Breathe and Stop, for real and give it what you got
Give it what you got, give it what you got
If you on the block then give it what you got

[Q-Tip]
A thug, a thrill, you as mean as the eyes [say word]
I wanna feel you, them big ass thighs
Your Prada dress or your Gucci bag
With the Polo jeans over doobi-bag, uh
Yo hold the door a-ight?
We comin through, Tribe beef, hold it down for the night
Big Moon got the fifth
D-Lyfe he got the deally and girl you got the gif [yeah for real love]
Turn it over the page
Usherin all of y′all to a brand new age, where [yeah]
Status really don′t matter
Everbody get right to the pitter the patter [come on]
Makin moves, settin precedence
Enterin your residence, the whole scene is decadence
And the feelin is true
I′m seein me and my crew, you seein black and blue, uh [yeah]
So let′s go for the ride
Strap yourself in tight and if you bonafied then just uh

Chorus

[Q-Tip]
Dunn what what bring it, bring it
A-bring it give it bring it give it
Bring it give it bring it give it
Bring it give it bring it give it
Bring it give it bring it give it
Bring it give it bring it give it
A-where we bring it to?
Right here, right where? Right here, right where?
Right here, right where? Right here, right where?
Right here, right where? Right here, here here
Right here, take it home home, take it home, right here

[Q-Tip]
Millenium, on your mind, are you runnin out of time?
Hope you skippin every line because I′m gettin mine
Move it around a bit again
Every block every town we startin a trend [for real for real]

@ Q-Tip

Текст песни:

(feat. Jessica Rivera)



[Jessica Rivera]

"Hmmm, so you′re the one they′re talkin′ about.

Let me see if this is real."



[Q-Tip]

When I do it, eyes lookin′ at me when the

music should be the only thing you see. It′s the

score to a cinematic oddity. Lettin′

off shit, hit your ass repeatedly. Acro-

batic, wha. I′ll pull something through your chest-piece.

Before she came home, pit-stopped breast be.

Watched the movie, and smoked a philly and

took a hit of D. She actin′ all silly and...

I pull the brothers in depressed situations. When the

thang hit the ′phere, we risin′ up to the occassion.

You′re killin′ me wit′ petty, little rap beat.

′No fingerprints′ is how my expert-ass be.

While I′m at it, I′ma stand my ground right

here. Spotlight, where the chicks is found.

You see this little-ass club we in? Yo, it′s

mine, intertwine, wink your bun, do it to the drum.



[Jessica Rivera]

"Yeah, that′s alright.

But I know you can do better than that! C′mon! C′mon!"



[Q-Tip]

Aiiight then. I guess we stand the same ground, same

page and wanna freak shit. I wanna

eat it, watch you beat it, cum

real hard than repeatin′. Yo!

The frivolous rap song he rap about

is no good. Remove all the crap about

my dogs is all in for the national.

No passion, then I guess they be cashin′ out.

I keep my eyes on things and

I keep my shine on BLING!

My peoples ain′t nothin′ to toy wit′.

Professional, leavin′ a boy stiff.

You doin′ all while you′re really talkin′.

You need to get gun or get walkin′.

This greedy-ass country we in? I guess it′s

mine, intertwine, wink ya bun, do it to the drum.





[Jessica Rivera (Q-Tip) {Both}]

What ′chu really wanna do?

(I wanna really do it right.)

What ′chu really wanna do?

(Grab ya hands, hug ya tight.)

For real?

(For real.)

Well, what ′chu feel?

(Well, what ′chu feel?)

We can...

{Do it. Do it. Do it.}

{Do it. Do it. Uh.}

What ′chu really wanna do?

(I wanna really do it right.)

What ′chu really wanna do?

(Grab ya hands, hug ya tight.)

For real?

(For real.)

Well, what ′chu feel?

(Well, what ′chu feel?)

We can...

{Do it. Do it. Do it.}

{Do it. Do it. Uh.}

What ′chu really wanna do?

(I wanna really do it right.)

What ′chu really wanna do?

(Grab ya hands, hug ya tight.)

For real?

(For real.)

Well, what ′chu feel?

(Well, what ′chu feel?)

We can...

{Do it. Do it. Do it.}

{Do it. Do it. Uh.}

{Do it. Do it.}

{Do it. Do it.}

{Do it. Do it.}

{Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it.}





[Q-Tip]

"So, I was wondering what would happen...how would you feel if

I...came inside your bedroom, I took off all your clothes, and

took all mines off. And, uh, I got the portable DVD thing...

and...got the...right connections. I stick it in and put on top

your spa basing to get you all fucked up over the bounce. And

then, you can take it off and then..."

@ Q-Tip

Текст песни:

* Bonus song after "End of Time"
"For real. E′rybody′s a star, e′rybody shine ("Shine. Shine. Shine...")
Follow your heart and not mankind. ("Kind. Kind. Kind...")
For real, for real. I′m ′bout to do my thing to shine. Said everybody
Shine. C′mon."

It′s not luck that I′m sittin′ here spittin′ for y′all.
Preeld in by Allah that I′m hittin′ for y′all.
Growin′ up on the New York concrete lookin′
Lilke a little snotty dish of prodigy cookin′.
They called me Little Man all in the boulevard.
When I was young, my family used to party hard.
Gangs of uncatched kids turned to blood ketchup.
The illest niggas was Richard Pryor and Ronnie Bump.
Skinned knees from being bad-ass little boys.
Police si-re-ns and baby screams was average noise.
Hip-Hop came, the ghetto copped the soundtrack.
Street poetry to tracks, could you beat that?
Malik Taylor introduced it to me.
He said, ′Forget Benny Hill, nigga. Let′s M.C.!′
Twelve years old, rhymin′ in the backroom.
For echoes, we used to rhyme in the bathroom.
Run-D.M.C., Slick Rick and Doug E. Fresh.
The Juice Crew rule but who′s this nigga KRS?
Reference points, too many to wish for.
Battlin′ niggas on trains, I stay raw.
Never let my dream die.
I was happy and high goin′ to Alee′s and Bed-Stuy
We made our first demo tape.
Ex-cited like a mawfucka, lookin′ for our first break.

I kno wwwwwwwwww ("F′real.") you can do it.
Be abidin′, chy′all. ("Listen to the story I tell, yo. F′real.")
I kno wwwwwwwwww ("Don′t let ′em hate to front you.")
You can see it.
("Get up and follow me and flow again. Use my life as an example.")
Do it, and see it, and be nobody else!

Jungle Brothers, De La, they gave me little light.
In Top, Three Feet, Buddy, that was aiiight.
One year later, the Tribe was initiated.
Bonita came, it was wild how she dominated.
Can I Kick It parled us to our next phase.
So drunk in those days, I truly was amazed
How I got up enough to make tunes. People
Cheered me. It was Foreign, then came Low End Theory.
People quickly reconized who we are,
Phife is ill and Busta is a superstar.
Tours with P.E., Naughty, and the Geto Boys.
Arsenio Hall, women then were evil toys.
Whisperin′ hate inside my brother′s virgin ears.
Tryin to hurt but, yo, we stood amongst the tears.
Midnight was even tighter, now look at us.
Condoms is on the rida stored on the bus.
It got funky right here, I had to save my life.
In the snow after the show, I had a fight wit′ Phife.
Moves to a land to get away but back home
Job was urkin′ us, it sent me throuh a danger zone.
The good thing, I found Allah in the process.
An angel appeared wit′ sneaky ways and gave me stress.
Now what am I to do?
My album′s platinum but I′m still feelin′ blue. C′mon.

Yeeeeeeeeeeeah.
Yeeeeeeeeeeeah.
Yeeeeeeeeeeeah. ("You can do it.")
Yeeeeeeeeeeeah.
Yeeeeeeeeeeeah. ("I kno wwww")
Yeeeeeeeeeeeah.
Yeeeeeeeeeeeah. ("You can see it.")
Yeeeeeeeeeeeaeeeeeeaaaeeeeeah.

Makin′ my way, the wilderness has grown fierce.
Redemption and my heart, both of them was pierced.
Crashed my truck, didn′t think I′d make it out.
Had a hit on my life, he thought I screwed his wife!
Plus my house burned down, me and Ands was in it.
My crew was tired and I knew we had to end it.
But through all of this, I′m still here.

@ Q-Tip

Текст песни:

(feat. Busta Rhymes)



[Intro/Chorus: Q-Tip]

I be that nigga that I think y′all know

With Mr. Busta Rhymes (A-yo, I′m in the studio)



[Busta Rhymes]

Girl MOOOOOVE!

Show me what y′all know

Girl MOOOOOVE!

Show me what y′all know

Girl MOOOOOVE!

Show me what y′all know

Girl MOOOOOVE!

Show me what y′all know



[Q-Tip]

Close the door, ′ight, let a nigga rock

Cause we ′bout to eat real shit, not shit slop

Nigga can′t say shit about this hip-hop

Cause I build dudes lanes while at pit stop

Built they styles and they names, Frankenstein, right

It′s a high state game, dudes are playing it

I be questioning alot of y′all who made it in

Just move with the joint that we chartering

Make you disappear quick, like you′re part of wind

Then laugh, ah-ha ha, and laugh again

Shorty, move a lil bit, I′m looking at your friend

Let′s get in there and shake for the beat, girl

Do a lil eye wink, throw a tongue twirl

Gotta hit lock smashed in, tied down

We on your block, turned hot spots to ghost towns

A-yo, I′m tired of these niggaz, Bus-a-Bus, now

Say it to ′em



[Chorus: Q-Tip]

This is just, for the nasty

A-yo, this is just for the sassy

A-yo, this is just for the classy

A-yo, this is just for the what? (Tell ′em now)



[Busta Rhymes]

Girl MOOOOOVE!

Show me what y′all know

Girl MOOOOOVE!

Show me what y′all know

Girl MOOOOOVE!

Show me what y′all know

Girl MOOOOOVE!

Show me what y′all know



[Busta Rhymes]

Pardon me, now, gimme room again

It′s time to raise the level of the boom again

NOW WHO THAT?! Bus-a-bus-a-bus rhyme

(RAAAAAAA!!!) See, I ain′t do that in a long time!

Spitting shit, make piece, do more crime

Hot songs, cribs, have a little more to shine

Alright, yea, shh shh, mm, uh, I pity y′all

The way I bang niggaz, and how I shit on y′all

Spit the slang bigger, make your label quit on y′all

And do my thang, bitch, from here to Synagogue

We getting alot of money, me and my friend, Kamal

I take your money too, I ain′t afraid of y′all

With so much class, my shit will kill ya

When I don′t wanna rap

And still I′ma smash and make the bitches Make It Clap

As soon as I′m finished with her, homey, I′ll give her back

Say it to ′em



[Chorus: Q-Tip]

This is just, for the nasty

A-yo, this is just for the sassy

A-yo, this is just for the classy

A-yo, this is just for the what? (Tell ′em now)



[Busta Rhymes]

Girl MOOOOOVE!

Show me what y′all know

Girl MOOOOOVE!

Show me what y′all know

Girl MOOOOOVE!

Show me what y′all know

Girl MOOOOOVE!

Show me what y′all know



[Q-Tip]

When the beat bang, and you′re up in the club

When you listen and you feel a thug

When you hear my voice, understand the love

When the DJ spins it back, it′s a friendly rub

But, when I′m behind, I cannot be kind

With your waistline, and the way you move

Like a old great beat, I′ma catch a groove

Or like a old hip-hop joint, you Nice & Smooth (Come on, girl)



[Chorus: Q-Tip]

This is just, for the nasty

A-yo, this is just for the sassy

A-yo, this is just for the classy

A-yo, this is just for the what? (Tell ′em now)



[Busta Rhymes]

Girl MOOOOOVE!

Show me what y′all know

Girl MOOOOOVE!

Show me what y′all know

Girl MOOOOOVE!

Show me what y′all know

Girl MOOOOOVE!

Show me what y′all know

@ Q-Tip

Текст песни:

The name is Q-Tip, enterin through the middle

from the left, dead all the jokes and the riddles

Comin from the maximum gain, the octane

that′s on the radio it made me feel so low

It seems we gotta, brighten, the damp prison

I′m Nintendo 64 and you Mattel Intellivision

Bustin from no mo′ trey-eights, now papi weight

This joint is like a Ruger, watch it roar like a cougar

And we gotta, move on the dancefloor

and work it out all night that′s what you came here for

Just chem′, I fills it to the rim, your shine is lookin dim

Daddy shine the light on him, ahem it′s me

Leader of the Starfleet Force

Guaranteed to knock your joint off course, we took the loss?

Damn right, sure as Tina made Ike

We gonna put it in your noggin all night, and all day

The Trilateral Commision we dissin

Tellin citizens be straight, but like snakes they hissin

I′ll be damned if I let his song fall to the side

Goin piggybackin shit, let′s ride, c′mon



I put it down, now what you gonna do [x8]

Hey, now, what you gonna do, with yourself, hah? [x4]



When you hear this, recognize you hear love

MC nigga illin over b-boy dubs

Riding through the shit like Tron

Doesn′t matter if you onboard, do you wanna get on?

Cause if you do, watch all the moves that we make

Gotta do the things right, ain′t no time for mistake

It′s the hip-hop cat that can′t, fuck with Jake

Just because he wear a badge doesn′t, mean he straight so

what you wanna swallow it down or let′s take it

Disregard those who fake it, yo it doesn′t matter

about the realm, hip-hop is to the helm

It′s divine to hit the mind like slippery elms

So put it down man, put it on down

Put it down man, put it on down

Put it down woman, put it on down

Put it down man, put it on down

Put it down man, whatchu gonna do

Put it down woman, whatchu gonna do

A-put it down man, whatchu gonna do

Put it down woman, whatchu gonna do



[′Hey′ repeats in background for a bit]

@ Q-Tip

Текст песни:

Play it safe, I′ll arrange your wake

My papermate will have my lable-maced album released a later date

Police patrol the city ′til I′m as old as 50

Hat back, clothes won′t fit me, causin fire, old won′t frisk me

My hands are ammunition bailin cons or banned in prison

I′m who you wanna be blowin out your candles wishin



[HOOK 2: both]

["the beat scratched in"]

Makin it, makin it blend

YO... makin it blend

[x3]

Makin it, makin it blend

Make, makin it blend



[Wordsworth]

Yo, I like a woman wit a bangin body, the face and frame of Halle

Attitude - angry, snotty, speaks slang and cocky

Time to hangin gotta bring a posse

Through rainy days she got me, like Whitney stay wit Bobby



[Q-Tip]

Yo, your cake is in the kitchen, you wish for preminision

It′s turned around by my firm thoughts of demolition

It′s time to numb your run and dim your vision

It′s time to give up the hopes and dreams that made your aquesition



[Wordsworth]

Ain′t gotta drop top dag clothes and roll the 60s

But after shows, ladies drop tops and show their titties

Of course the globe can′t oppose, it′s risky

Or even go against me, I′m WORDS,

so everytime that you flow you spit me



[Q-Tip]

We in the asphault, you cause your last fall

Insult to injury is where we curse the salt

Douse the open wound to the tomb

Its time to sit back and watch professionals in full bloom



[HOOK 1]

[more scratchin til fade out...]

@ Q-Tip

Текст песни:

"A wwwwwwww Looky here, looky here, looky here!

You out the frame with it. You off the chain with it.

You out the frame with it. Woman, woman..."



You got your girlfriend around ya.

No wonder she surround you. Look at you.

Your brown eyes pierce just like a knight,

make afella think real hard about the rest of his life.

The whole *shit* is strange. I′m really thinkin′ brains

but on the other hand, I really feel your stress and pain.

Flimsy little men, they can′t command you

and they don′t have the heart to demand you,

but niether do I. I guess I′ll let you walk

on and watch ′cause your walk is strong.

Sippin′ passion wit′ a stranger in the club,

it doesn′t necessarily equate to love.

It′s not really in the air, I wanna take it elsewhere

Somethin′ wild that ′chu can′t compare.

Bangin′ on my wood drum now

Hope your hearin′ all the sound. Now, *nigga*, come now.

Sittin′ at home, a hat in my hand

while you crawlin′ on the earth with your natural tan.

Your than is jigg-i-lin′ and causin′ a stir.

Let′s do it real rough until life is a blur.



I suit you the way that ′chu want.

Hey, hey, hey, the way that ′chu want.

It caught me the way that ′chu want. ("Uh, uh, uh.")

Hey, hey, hey, the way that ′chu want. ("Check it out, now.")

I suit you the way that ′chu want. ("Check it out. Check it. Uh.")

Hey, hey, hey, the way that ′chu want. ("Check it.")

It got me the way that ′chu want.

Hey, hey, hey, the way that ′chu want.



I can kinda understand, you know.

I mean bein′ at the top, I mean to start a show.

The brushes with fame, continuous game you get,

hustles with plans, stakin′ they clans and *shit*.

But you shine and you pay it no mind, always

stayin′ on the grind with the thangs you do.

You got the illest little switch and you

ain′t takin′ no *shit* ′cause nobody wanna *fuck* wit′ ′chu.

Admiration to the utmost.

All my dogs raise your cups ′til the girl toast.

I don′t wanna bring shame to you really,

I wanna put flames to you sincerly.

Make your box-spring jump like a low rida.

Best place that I could be is inside ya.

The love that we have could be real

but you gotta go by what your heart feels.

Heart feels. Heart feels.

Heart feels. Heart feels.

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh.

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, come on.



I suit you the way that ′chu want.

Hey, hey, hey, the way that ′chu want.

It got me the way that ′chu want. ("Uh, uh, uh.")

Hey, hey, hey, the way that ′chu want. ("Check it out, now.")

I suit you the way that ′chu want. ("Check it out. Check it. Uh.")

Hey, hey, hey, the way that ′chu want. ("Check it.")

It caught me the way that ′chu want.

Hey, hey, hey, the way that ′chu want.

@ Q-Tip

Текст песни:

One two..

Dedicated, dedicated..

Yo I remember, it musta been about, ninety-one, ninety-two

Somethin like that..

We had did a show, in San Fran′, and ′Pac ran up on stage with us

We was doin "Check the Rhime"

And after he got up with us, went to the back

and he asked me if I saw "Juice" - figure it just came out

I remember givin him love

We always had that respect for each other heh, y′knahmsayin?

I guess uh.. we was enjoined kinda on the same path of truth

Or whatever whatever

But he still here though

I know uhm ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh I know it, y′knahmsayin?

I feel him right here

Yeah, I just feel him right here

Hah, hmm, I just feel him right here

Huh, I′ma take my time, I′ma do this joint

Ha ha ha, ha ha



The fear, in the heart, of a man

Dedicated to my heart, my ha-ha-heart

The fear, in the heart, of a man

Dedicated to my heart..



Against an attacker, I will boldly take my stand

because my heart will show, fear for no man

Before a broken heart, I run with fright

scared to be blind in the vulnerable night

Uhh, I believe this fear is in every man

some will acknowledge it, others will fail to understand

Uhh uhh uhh uhh, there′s no fear in a shallow heart

because the shallow heart is faint and don′t fall apart

because the shallow heart is faint don′t fall apart

But feeling hearts that truly care

are fragile to the flow of air

And if I am to be true then I must give.. my fragile heart

my fragile heart

I may re-ceive-great-joy

Or you may re-turn it, say it again

I may re-ceive-great-joy-or you may re-turn it, ripped apart, hah

ripped apart.. ripped apart..

ripped apart nothing left.. ripped apart

Yeah, Tupac Shakur

Tupac Shakur

Tupac Tupac Tupac

Tupac Shakur

We miss you

And we love you

And we love you

Tupac Shakur

And we miss you

And we love you

Tupac Shakur, such a beautiful man, such a beautiful man

Tupac Shakur, I said we love you mon, I said we love you mon

Tupac Shakur, mmmm yea

@ Q-Tip

Текст песни:

Lets talk about these things we see

Walking across the land

Lets talk about these joints I got

Every body get down

Lets talk about these things we see

Lets talk about these joints I got



[Chorus:]

Lets talk about the rules I bring

And the things we take

And the jobs we hold

And the land we stole

And a buck or two

And the love for you

And the things you do [x5]



I puff L′s with ladies and gentlemen

I break spells with faith in a burst of wind

Others talk but.what they talk about?

Who could walk but live what they walkabout

A calm head in the middle of wartime

People go down just so they could get more shine

Girls wave your flag and surrender your faculty

Niggaz got geez but its not really mack to me

Keep it soft like we killers and often gat

You walking on me guaranteed you be crawling back

Abstract see it like this is the king in you

Allies living one more if I′m fuckin too

Dogs don′t eat it up increase they feedin time

I′ll be damned if a mutt starts eating mine

Let′s stay clubbed out the moon makes it whistle

Pants gripped your ass now I hope they don′t fall apart

Look around you tell me who else is shining girl

Fat rapping cats on my dick they just whining girl

That′s just the magnetism that a Queens fella has

Range rover gism and he fronting with his Lexus ass

But watch imma drop to a bronco

See me in your Bentley nigga just honk yo!

And just know that your man to can get that

And just though that I don′t really wet that

And just know that this nigga here flips tracks

Ooh what, whose ya, pain and slip dat

The illest regiment is what I represent

Get us mad you gonna see the way gorillas went

Mactime I need a diamond at least a friend

I fear Allah he has no start and he has no end

We raise the roof up and tear the fuck up off

Bucking hard like the coast guard, who′s soft?



[chorus x3]

@ Q-Tip