I had a dream about my man last night
   And my man came by the studio
   And his name is...
   Busta Rhymes in effect, Shaheed is in effect
   Phife Did-awg is in effect
   Check it out and give me my 'spect
  
   I'm movin, yes I'm groovin cuz my mouth is on the motor
   Use the Coast in the mornin to avoid the funky odor
   Can't help bein funky, I'm the funky Abstract brotha
   Funky in a sense, but I play the undacova
   Once had a fettish, fettish for some booty
   Now I'm gettin funky and my rappin, that's my duty
   Brothas tend to jock on the style in particular
   If you got the ego like some brothas, then I'll get with ya
   But if I don't pursue, then I just don't give a (fuck)
   My motto in the 90's is be happy makin bucks
   Girls love the jim, cuz it causes crazy friction
   When it goes up in and fluctuates the diction
   I still understand the (uh!) cuz that's what I met her for
   I'm hooked on the swings, so just call me the music whore
   Women love the voice, brothas dig the lyrics
   Quest the people's choice, we thrive it for the spirit
   If you can't hear it, then get the wax utensils
   Write my rhymes straight up, don't get with no fancy stensils
   The rhymes we get is sweet, we stay away from tart
   Our perfection is at work, perkin up the art
   If you want to battle, I suggest you check your clock
   Your demise is comin up and I want your man to watch
   Be the prime example, I deep instilled the sample
   Insignificance, here I'll place you on the mantle
   Born up in Harlem, reside down in Jamaica
   The girl I used to rock, her moms was a claker
   Now what does that make her? The evil money taker?
   The crazy move faker, I used that to break her
  
   (Vinia Mojica singing in the background)
   Phife is in the house, Uncle Mike is in the house
   Bob Power is in the house, Tim Latham is in the house
   Wise Men is in the house, Brand Nubs is in the house
   The J Beez, they in the house and De La, they in the house
  
   I must regroup my thoughts and kick the next ones for my people
   Please don't be deceived by ugly slice of evil
   The world is kinda cold and the rhythm is my blanket
   Wrap yourself up in it, if you love it, then you'll thank it
   Don't move to rebuttal, wave your hand for action
   The ladies of the '90's want more than satisfaction
   They want keys and Gs, and all those illy things
   If you want to, I'll show you, just what the Ab can bring
   I keep a tight net with my brothas Ken and Kenny
   If the question is of rhymes, then I'll tell ya, I got plenty
   The thing that men and women need to do is stick together
   Progressions can't be made if we're separate forever
   I hooked this funky beat with the loop and the feature
   With the funky singin by Miss Vinia Mojica
   So listen because the Quest is led through the underground
   My people been up on Quest to long, no more will we be down
   People tend to riff cuz they don't know the mental
   People tend to bug cuz their beats are hard but gentle
   Afro kinda lurks through the body of this youngun'
   Play like Bobby Byrd on your back and your comin to
   The house of the jazz, of the funk, of the rhythm
   All the goods are welcome, but if you're a villain
   I'll just wait and debate, contemplate your arrival
   If flexin is your motive, then you don't like survival
   The Abstract is speakin, the hard beats is reachin
   The Black and Puerto Ricans
   Cuz their butt naked, streakin through the ever murky streets
   Of the urbanized areas
   Blastin out the speakers is the hip hop hysteria
  
   Craig is in the house, Pete Rock is in the house
   CL is in the house, Ultra Mag is in the house
   Nice and Smooth is in the house, Big Daddy Kane is in the house
   Beatnuts is in the house, Special Ed is in the house
  
   Yeah(7X)
   This one goes out to my man
   Thanks alot Ron Carter on the bass
   Yes my man Ron Carter is on the bass
   Now check it out
   Born into the 91 decade
   You gotta say the Quest is on
   And goddamn it, yes the Quest is on
   And we out!