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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Ali Shaheed Muhammad
Ali Shaheed Muhammad
DJ
Phife Dawg
Phife Dawg
Chant
Q-Tip
Q-Tip
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Kamaal Fareed
Kamaal Fareed
Paroles/Composition
Ali Shaheed Muhammad
Ali Shaheed Muhammad
Paroles/Composition
Malik Izaak Taylor
Malik Izaak Taylor
Paroles/Composition
Alan Gorrie
Alan Gorrie
Paroles/Composition
Hamish Stuart
Hamish Stuart
Paroles/Composition
Leon Ware
Leon Ware
Paroles/Composition
Malcolm Duncan
Malcolm Duncan
Paroles/Composition
Minnie Riperton
Minnie Riperton
Paroles/Composition
Owen Onnie McIntyre
Owen Onnie McIntyre
Paroles/Composition
Richard Rudolph
Richard Rudolph
Paroles/Composition
Roger Ball
Roger Ball
Paroles/Composition
Steve Ferrone
Steve Ferrone
Paroles/Composition
A Tribe Called Quest
A Tribe Called Quest
Arrangement
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
A Tribe Called Quest
A Tribe Called Quest
Production
Bob Power
Bob Power
Ingénierie de mixage
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Ingénierie de mastérisation

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Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden We used to kick routines and presence was fittin' It was I, The Abstract And me the five footer I kicks the mad style so step off the frankfurter Yo, Phife, you remember that routine That we used to make spiffy like Mr. Clean? Um, um, a tidbit, um, a smidgen I don't get the message so you gots to run the pigeon You on point Phife? All the time, Tip You on point Phife? All the time, Tip You on point Phife? All the time, Tip Well, then grab the microphone and let your words rip Now here's a funky introduction of how nice I am Tell your mother, tell your father, send a telegram I'm like an energizer 'cause, you see, I last long My crew is never ever wack because we stand strong Now if you say my style is wack that's where you're dead wrong I slayed that body in El Segundo then push it along You'd be a fool to reply that Phife is not the man 'Cause you know, and I know that you know who I am A special shot of peace goes out to all my pals, you see And a middle finger goes for all you punk MC's 'Cause I love it when you wack MC's despise me They get vexed, I roll next, can't none contest me I'm just a fly MC who's five foot three and very brave On job remaining, no I'm chaining 'cause I misbehave I come correct in full effect have all my hoes in check And before I get the butt the Jim must be erect You see, my aura's positive I don't promote no junk See, I'm far from a bully and I ain't a punk Extremity in rhythm, yeah that's what you heard So just clean out your ears and just check the word Check the rhyme y'all, check the rhyme y'all Check the rhyme y'all, check the rhyme y'all Check the rhyme y'all, check the rhyme y'all Check it out, check it out Check the rhyme y'all, check the rhyme y'all Check the rhyme y'all, check the rhyme y'all Check the rhyme y'all, check the rhyme y'all Check it out, check it out Back in days on the boulevard of Linden We used to kick routines and the presence was fittin' It was I the Phifer And me The Abstract The rhymes were so rumpin' that the brothers rode the 'zack Ayo, Tip, do you recall when we used to rock Those fly routines on your cousin's block Um, let me see, damn I can't remember I receive the message and you will play the sender You on point Tip? All the time Phife You on point Tip? Yeah, all the time Phife You on point Tip? Yo, all the time Phife So play the resurrector and give the dead some life Okay, if knowledge is the key then just show me the lock Got the scrawny legs, but I move just like Lou Brock With speed, I'm agile plus I'm worth your while One hundred percent intelligent black child My optic presentation sizzles the retina How far must I go to gain respect? Um Well, it's kind of simple, just remain your own Or you'll be crazy sad and alone Industry rule number four thousand and eighty Record company people are shady So kids watch your back 'cause I think they smoke crack I don't doubt it. Look at how they act Off to better things like a hip-hop forum Pass me the rock, and I'll storm with the crew and proper What you say Hammer? Proper Rap is not pop, if you call it that then stop NC, y'all, check the rhyme y'all SC, y'all, check it out y'all Virginia, check the rhyme y'all Check it out, check it out In London, check the rhyme, y'all
Writer(s): Malik Izaak Taylor, Ali Shaheed Jones-muhammad, Kamaal Ibn John Fareed, Alan Edward Gorrie, Leon Ware, Minnie Riperton, Richard J. Rudolph, Hamish Stuart, Steve Ferrone, Roger Ball, Malcolm Duncan, Owen Onnie Mcintyre Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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