Vibes and Stuff

Let me flaunt the style, I think that the time's near

That we drop studs, there will be no duds here

Rappers play the dumb, kinda on the space tip

But when they hear the jams, they be on the dilsnick

Now I'm not for the rock, I know the territory

Go ahead and try, that's a different story

Similar to Grimm, I can tell a better one

All about a kid, who couldn't rap and didn't run

Stands on the side, when the rap is gettin' dumb

Resorts to baggin' Billy, askin' can he have some

No, never ever come back and try again, man

If you come back, I'll be the first to shake your hand

Competition's good, it brings out the vital parts

The Abstract Poetic majors in recital arts

Do it for the kids, the elders and the rap peers

We know the job is done, when we hear a lot of cheers

Gotta feel the vibes, learn from my relation

If the hands clap, I'm 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

'Cause that's how good it feels, child

Let your hair down, so we can get buckwild

Do your ill dance, don't think about the next man

We must have unity and think of the bigger plan

Division, we will fall, we must stick together, see

I'd like to take this time to say what's up to Kool G

The name is Q-Tip, The Midnight Marauder

Give enough respect to Afrika Bambaataa

As a man in the world, I must do my job

Take care of Mama Duke, I won't resort to rob

Bob, you'll get your dough, Mase is my witness

Obsessed with the rap for it's the mental fitness

Like shootin' Cee-lo, and always gettin' head cracks

The industry is luck, winning with the fake raps

Peace to the crews who pump the real hip hop

Not sellin' out from hardrock to disc jock (from disc jock to hardrock, from hardrock to disc jock)

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-50, 36 waist

Hair is crazy curly, fliplike 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 Douglas, I say peace to MC Trouble

Rest in peace

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 Now Rule, 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 (vibe)

And we gotta keep it alive, it goes on

Of rap I'm a fan, I've seen a whole lotta of slumps

Good with the girls, I got a whole lot of bumps

From fat to skinny, Freida to Winnie (Winnie)

Emma to Cindy, Constance to Wendy (Wendy)

'Cause I be more 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, 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 with 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, uh, Trouble T-Roy

And to, uhm, Scott La Rock

And to, uhm, 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 Vinia's moms (moms)

You know what I'm sayin'?

You just gotta keep it happy and keep the vibes going

'Cause this is vibes and stuff

And we out