The Chase Pt. II

"I`m bout to wreck ya body and say turn the party out" --> BizMarkie<br>(repeat 4X)<br><br>Phife:<br><br>Them can`t touch me no, them can`t touch me<br>Them can`t hold me no, them can`t hold me (2X)<br>(Q-Tip: Damn, Phife you got fat!)<br>Yeah, I know it looks pathetic<br>Ali Shaheed Muhammad got me doing calisthenics<br>Needless to say, boy I`m bad to the bone<br>Making love to my mic like Jarobi on the phone<br>But um, no time for jokes (what!), there`s bills to be paid (what!)<br>Hoes to be laid (what!), punks to be sprayed (what!)<br>Chumps to attack, so my man watch your back<br>Cuz `93 means skills are a must, so never lack (uh!)<br>Sit back and learn, come now watch the birdie<br>Your styles are incomplete, same as Vinny Testaverde<br>Battlin, whenever -- hot Damn!<br>Give me the microphone bwoy, one time, bam!<br><br>Q-Tip:<br><br>Keep it on the corner, cuz here comes the heat<br>Lyrically it stays, the jazz will pace the beat<br>As we proceed to elevate you, we in fo-fo<br>Run and tell your dad the Abstract`s the bag<br>As we proceed to move your high parts, we know who has ass<br>Poets got the gimmicks, but they lack the sassafras<br>To make the average hardrock and cock the glock<br>And roam the city streets on the jury, they hot <br>I be ingredients, like sugar and candy<br>If your life is broke, girl I`ll be the handy-dandy<br>That commends you, my fee is a shower<br>For you, I`ll scrub your back and I`ll soap the butt-crack<br>Make you shiny, spiffy in a jiff<br>Fuckin with the Ab, you got the greatest of gifts<br>Yo, my mic is sounding bug. Bob Power, you there?(Yeah)<br>Adjust the bass and treble make my shit sound clear(echo)<br><br>Chorus(x8):<br>(Q-Tip: After fourth time)<br>Make you shiny, spiffy in a jiff<br>Fuckin with the Ab, you got the greatest of gifts<br>A-yo, my mic is sounding bug. Bob Power, you there?<br>Adjust the bass and treble...OK, could you come in Tip?<br><br>Q-Tip:<br><br>Whoop, back yourself man. Come watch me drop it<br>For showing me I could do it, for showing me I can rock it<br>Me not deal wit no changaram, bangaram business<br>I got soul on a hymn, like Jehovah`s got the witness<br>Musically, the three, poetically, be me<br>We in jammin on the airwaves, kids just rave<br>Obey the MCs, cuz the MCs say<br>We flippin more niggaz like we Super Dave<br>But noticin my stature, y`all niggaz know we gotcha<br>Movin to the rapture, listen how we catch ya<br>Movin with the grace, here we go, let`s begin<br>Makin people jump out their goddamn skin<br>Lyrically, we bite like we Rin Tin Tin<br>Peace to Grand Pu and his many, many skins<br>Don`t mark with the arrow, cuz we know we get the wins<br>It`s the Ab, Shaheed, and the Dawg for the blend<br><br>Chorus(until end):<br><br>Q-Tip:<br><br>I wanna say peace to my man Rob P, my man Jerod, and <br>Skeff Anslem on the help out and we out like shout<br>Nine-tre, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh...<br>I don`t wanna say nine-tre<br>cause my man Extra P said don`t say the years<br>So, it`s for eternity, know what I`m sayin?<br>Rock rock on, everybody in Queens, rock rock on<br>Everybody in Brooklyn, rock rock on<br>Money Earnin Mt. Vernon, rock rock on<br>Everybody in Jersey, rock rock on<br>Everybody in Philly rock rock on<br>Everybody in Houston, rock rock on<br>Everybody LA, rock rock on<br>Everybody in The Sand, rock rock on<br>Everybody in Egypt, rock rock on<br>Everybody Nigeria, rock rock on <br>Everybody in London, rock rock on<br>Everybody in Sweden, rock rock on <br>Everybody in beware, rock rock on<br>To the niggaz on the famous, rock rock on<br>Everybody no name, rock rock on<br>To the kids at Nu-Clear, rock rock on<br>The Cave rock rock on. McDonald`s, rock rock on