Q-Tip:
  
   Let me flaunt the style (style), I think that the time's near
   That we drop studs (studs), there will be no duds here
   Rappers play the dumb (dumb), kinda on the space tip
   But when they hear the jams (jams), they be on the dilsnick
   Now I'm not for the rock (rock), I know the territory
   Go ahead and try (try), that's a different story
   Similar to Grimm (Grimm), I could write a better one
   All about a kid (kid), who couldn't rap and didn't run
   Stand (stand) aside (aside), when the rap is gettin dumb
   Resort to baggin Billy (Billy), askin can he have some
   No, never ever (ever) come back and try again man
   If you come back (back), I'll be the first to shake your hand
   Competitions good (good), it brings out the vital parts
   The Abstract Poetic ('etic), majors in recital arts
   Do it for the kids (kids), the elders and the rap peers
   When the job is done (done), then we hear a lot of cheers
   Gotta feel the vibes (vibes), come from my creation
   If the hands clap (clap) are filled with elation
   Here I am ghetto, full with a lot of steam
   Think I gotta, I think I gotta, I think I gotta scream (scream)
   Cuz that's how good it feels child
   Let your hair down (down), so we can get buckwild
   Do your ill dance (dance), don't think about the next man
   We must have unity and think of the bigger plan
   The vision, we fall (fall) we must stick together, see
   I'd like to take this time (time) to say what's up to Kool G
   The name is Q-Tip (Tip), The Midnight Marauder
   Give enough respect ('spect) to Afrika Bambaataa
   As a man in the world (world), I must do my job
   Take care of Mama Duke (Duke), I won't resort to rob
   Bob you'll get your dough (dough), Mase is my witness
   Obsessed with the rap (rap), for its the mental fitness
   Like shootin cee-lo (lo), and always gettin headcracks
   The industry is luck (luck), winning with the fake raps
   Peace to the crews (crews), who pump the real hip hop
   Not sellin out (out) from hardrock to disc jock...
   (From disc jock to hardrock, from hardrock to disc jock)
  
   Phife:
  
   I don't know what to say, but here I go freak it
   If the papes come, then you know I'll seek it
   I'm just a short brotha, dark skin face
   Weigh a buck-fifty, 36 waist
   My hair is crazy curly
   Front like Mr. Furley
   To this day, I still believe that no MC can serve me
   Brothas try to front, but everybody know (know)
   I get more props than the Arsenio Hall Show
   Party animal I was, but now I chill at home
   All I do is write rhymes, eat, drink, shit and bone
   Found my thrill in Amityville, I'm always in the Island
   Fudge and Monkey know the time, they know who keeps 'em smilin
   Go out on my own, somethin that I gotta do
   Do what the hell I want and have no one to listen to
   I'm prompt with my business and I do things on the double
   Yo, I'm out like Buster Douglass, I say peace to MC Trouble
   Rest in Peace
  
   Q-Tip:
  
   Word Up, rest in Peace, and you know what else?
   We got, we got, we got the vibe (vibe)
   All the people in Long Island, we got the vibe (vibe)
   Brooklyn and Queens, we got the vibe (vibe)
   Uptown and New York, we got the vibe (vibe)
   People upstate, we got the vibe (vibe)
   If you're in DC, you got the vibe (vibe)
   Maryland, Virginia, Carolina vibe (vibe)
   Out West, we got the vibe (vibe)
   In the Bahamas, we got the vibe (vibe)
   Over in Europe, you know what? We got the vibe
   And we gotta keep it alive, it goes on...
  
   Of rap I'm a fan, I've seen a whole lot of subs
   Goods with the girls, I got a whole lot of 'em
   From fat to skinny, Freeda to Winnie (Winnie)
   Emma to Cindy, Constance to Wendy (Wendy)
   Cuz I be more friendly (friendly), never on the snotty side
   I don't brag to brothas about the little papes I got (got)
   My vocal styles can vary, the sight is never scary (scary)
   It's only legendary ('dary), my father well prepared me ('pared me)
   My job ain't temporary, I'm here for the long shot
   Better yet, the long term, I don't have a perm (perm)
   In a way I do, call 'em the perma-naps
   I'm crazy slap-happy and I'm scrappy when I'm nappy
   When I get the mic in my hand and the crowd in stands (stands)
   It's as good as grand like that (that)
  
   I wanna say peace and dedicate this joint to MC Trouble and to
   um...Trouble T-Roy
   And to um...Scott La Rock and to um...Cowboy, you know what I'm sayin?
   This is for the slain rappers and the fallen rappers
   you know what I'm sayin (sayin)?
   This is a special, special, special, special, special dedication
   And also to my pops and also to Vinny, his moms (moms)
   you know what I'm sayin?
   You just gotta keep it happy and keep the vibes going
   and this is Vibes and Stuff
   And we out...