A Tribe Called Quest - Phony Rappers Lyrics


Intro: Kamaal (q-tip)

phony Rappers Who Do Not Write
phony Rappers Who Do Not Excite
phony Rappers, Check It Out, Aight

verse One: Kamaal (q-tip)

yo, I Was Riding The Train
and This Puerto Rican Kid Said Simple And Plain
let`s Battle
it Kinda Took Me By Surprised
`cause The Brother Was Moving Wit His Eyes On The Prize
i Said Screw It, I Ain`t Got Nuttin To Lose But Um
but I Got To Do This Shit Real Quick So Um
hurry Up Kid, Bust Your Joints And Then I`ll Bust Mine
and I Be Out `cause I Got To See This Hottie, He Said Ok
now Check It, Check It Out, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, That`s What He Said
then I Came Back And Just Fucked Up His Head
`cause Yo, He Thought An Mc Who Was Seen On Tv
couldn`t Hold The Shit Down In New York City
aiyyo, I Showed His Ass, Then I Went Off On My Task
to Bless Her Ass Uptown, Real Mc`s Will Hold It Down
yea, Yea, Sonny, To The Beat Like That
you Wanna Bring It To Me, Where You At

verse Two: Phife Dawg

yes, Dread, I Had A Similiar Situation
when This Kid Tried To Tell Me I Didn`t Deserve My Occupation
he Said I Wasn`t Shit That I Was Soon To Fall
i Looked Him Up And Down, Grab My Crotch And Said Balls
of Course He Tried To Bring It On The Battling Tip
ay, You Know Me, You Know I Had To Come Out My Shit
trying To Lounge At The Mall, Meet Skef And Mr Walton
finally I Banged His Ass Wit The Verbal Assault
he Said A Rhyme About His .45 And His Nickelbags Of Weed
that`s When I Preceeded To Give Him What He Needed
talking `bout I Need A Phillie Right Before I Get Loose
poor Excuse, Money Please, I Get Loose Off Of Orange Juice
preferly Minute Maid `cause That`s Exactly What It Takes
to Write A Rhyme, Huh, To School Your Nickels And Your Dimes
because An Mc Like Me Be On Tv
don`t Mean I Can`t Hold My Shit Down In Nyc

phony Rappers Who Do Not Write
phony Rappers Who Do Not Excite
phony Rappers, You Know They Type
phony Rappers, Check It

verse Three: Phife, Consequence

it Seems There`s A Sanitation, Y`all Full Of Thrash Talker
sounding Good But Money Can You Feed The Dog Hawker
talking `bout Your Mic Days And Your Breakdancing
not Enhancing, You Sound Tired
oh, Shit, I Didn`t Know You Like To Play Yourself In Front`cha Friends
sitting There, Lying To No End
mc`s For Me Make Things Happening
talk About A World But In A Form Of Rapping
who Will Be The Captain Of This Ship
if It Goes Down, Don`t You Know You Have To Go Wit It
just Because You Rhyme For A Couple Of Weeks
doesn`t Mean That You`ve Reach The Mc`s Peak
let Me Stop Sounding All Bitter
ghetto Child, Never Be A Quitter
but Don`t Be A Phony In The Litter
take It As A Letter From The Better
take It From A Man Who Used To Rhyme In Busted Ass Jetta`s

c: Yo, Phife, You Need A Condom
p: Word To God, Mess Around
i Catch Aids From Mc`s Being On My Nuts Too Hard
c: `cause On My Blvd You Better Bring Your Bodyguard
p: And What`s Your Blvd
c: Lp, I Represent Naturally
p: So Don`t Step On The Rolly If You Know That You`re Phony
or Else I Bend That Ass Like Elbow Macaroni
`cause I Gotta Keep It Real (gotta Keep It Real)
a Tribe Called Quest, You See We Never Half Step
c: (so On Your Mark) Get Ready, Mc`s Be Jetti
me And Phifey Be On Ya Like Veronica And Betty
archie, Jughead, Snuffing Mc`s
from Brainslane Down To Hempstead
p: Yes `quence, See Over
his Rhyme Style Is Older That A Chrysler Car Nova
i`m Wilder Then The Cats From Arizona
villanova, Un, Un, Kentucky
whos` The Next Mc Stepping Up To Try And Bust Me
bring Him Here And Boy, Will I Ever Let Him Have It
c: And When It Comes To The Microphone, Don`t Even Try To Grab It
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