Q-Tip:
   Your new lesson is to realize the mission when you hear it
   MCin, see I got this in my spirit
   I got verses like Mahalia singin church hymns
   So strap up because you skatin on ice that's wild thin
   A weak foundation doesn't make a good home
   That's why mine is built on chrome microphones
   We bout to do it theoretically, insteadibly, to the medley
   Come on
   It's the complete Kamal, unique, Fareed, breed
   That'll keep you broke down like a horse 5 speed
   So move buddy, a yo we got to get this money
   In this land of dead and crummy, ain't a damn thing funny
   A yo, shout out to Mobb Deep, the Extra P
   Busta Rhymes, De La, the J Beez, so don't sleep
   We got reality for the carriage
   Stayin sincere to this, so I know we gonna manage
   Give me, liberty in mass amounts and Swiss bank accounts
   With the sustainer, it'll be real
   So me and my brothas, we can sit down and build
   Like Rampage with that last boy scout appeal
   We got that silk, satin, Manhattan intelligence feel
   That keeps everything on even keels
   So all you slow brothas talkin yang, ya poo tang
   Now, we gonna show you how the real crew bang
  
   Consequence:
   A yo, I bring it to you live kid, Queens niggaz love static
   Your rap's had it, braggin more numbers than mathematics
   I get brains on progmatic from leavin wet dreams shattered
   That's the same copy gettin in your mug shot
   I stays hot like summertime on LBQ and boo boo
   The love shack is 192, my joint's smooth
   To watch them niggaz fall like Linque
   I keeps it brand new like school shoppin
   It's on and poppin
   The club peeps this nigga's steez like rayon
   You get laid off while I'll be gamin ghetto girl like 8-Off
   The verdict's in, I be the look of blendin
   Give up your goods cuz it's the start of your endin
  
  
   Q-Tip:
   (Where ya at?) We seein life for what it is
   (Where ya at?) We get this money for these kids
   (Where ya at?) We bout to build the foundation
   (Where ya at?)
  
   Phife:
   Now, all that glock totin' trash you talk will not prevail
   It's stale, you'll either be dead or in jail
   I keeps it realer than the local one mill
   Denouncin tough guy wannabes that look smoother than silk
   That's the sound of the man gettin yanked off the stage
   Tryin to front like he mad paid
   Suckin so bad, we threw his mama off the train (insane)
   MCs are just givin it all away (OK)
   Who said him know about the Quest type sound?
   Mess around and get your ass knocked down (clown)
   I dedicate this to the posers that play hard
   You wanna hear some rhymes, well come bring your bodyguard
   So he can peep the worldwide Willie that we display
   Leavin all MCs in complete disarray
   I beez a veteran MC, crushin crews for years
   You frontin hard, when you softer than the Berenstain Bears
   Yeah, chumps be like "Phife, that ain't fair"
   Fuck outta here, do I look like I care
   Come off my stage, before I grab ya neck and handle ya
   Wet ya like punani, then dry you like Canada
   Shaheed Muhammad's on the Gemini mixer
   Peace to Derrick Coleman, Mad Max and the Sixers
   I'm cappin hard cuz I got this rap shit sold
   >From Linden Boulevard down to Cascade Road
   You know my steez, I treat hip hop like a sport
   Holdin down fort up on Martinique Court like...
  
   Q-Tip:
   (Where ya at?) We seein life for what it is
   (Where ya at?) We get this money for these kids
   (Where ya at?) We bout to build the foundation
   (Where ya at?) We gonna start the Zulu Nation
   (Where ya at?) Come on, come on
   (Where ya at?) We gonna put it all together
   (Where ya at?) No matter what the hell the weather
   (Where ya at?)
  
   Uh, uh, mind power (5X)
   Uh, uh, kickin willie is good, all throughout your whole hood
   But we gotta start with the spirit first y'all
   Mind power