A Tribe Called Quest - Phony Rappers Lyrics
Intro: kamaal (q-tip)Phony rappers who do not writePhony rappers who do not excitePhony rappers, check it out, aightVerse one: kamaal (q-tip)Yo, I was riding the trainAnd this puerto rican kid said simple and plainLets battleIt kinda took me by surprisedCuz the brother was moving wit his eyes on the prizeI said screw it, I aint got nuttin to lose but umBut I got to do this shit real quick so umHurry up kid, bust your joints and then Ill bust mineAnd I be out cuz I got to see this hottie, he said okNow check it, check it out, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, thats what he saidThen I came back and just *****ed up his headCuz yo, he thought an mc who was seen on tvCouldnt hold the shit down in new york cityAiyyo, I showed his ass, then I went off on my taskTo bless her ass uptown, real mcs will hold it downYea, yea, sonny, to the beat like thatYou wanna bring it to me, where you atVerse two: phife dawgYes, dread, I had a similiar situationWhen this kid tried to tell me I didnt deserve my occupationHe said I wasnt shit that I was soon to fallI looked him up and down, grab my crotch and said ballsOf course he tried to bring it on the battling tipAy, you know me, you know I had to come out my shitTrying to lounge at the mall, meet skef and mr waltonFinally I banged his ass wit the verbal assaultHe said a rhyme about his .45 and his nickelbags of weedThats when I preceeded to give him what he neededTalking bout I need a phillie right before I get loosePoor excuse, money please, I get loose off of orange juicePreferly minute maid cuz thats exactly what it takesTo write a rhyme, huh, to school your nickels and your dimesBecause an mc like me be on tvDont mean I cant hold my shit down in nycPhony rappers who do not writePhony rappers who do not excitePhony rappers, you know they typePhony rappers, check itVerse three: phife, consequenceIt seems theres a sanitation, yall full of thrash talkerSounding good but money can you feed the dog hawkerTalking bout your mic days and your breakdancingNot enhancing, you sound tiredOh, shit, I didnt know you like to play yourself in frontcha friendsSitting there, lying to no endMcs for me make things happeningTalk about a world but in a form of rappingWho will be the captain of this shipIf it goes down, dont you know you have to go wit itJust because you rhyme for a couple of weeksDoesnt mean that youve reach the mcs peakLet me stop sounding all bitterGhetto child, never be a quitterBut dont be a phony in the litterTake it as a letter from the betterTake it from a man who used to rhyme in busted ass jettasC: yo, phife, you need a condomP: word to god, mess aroundI catch aids from mcs being on my nuts too hardC: cuz on my blvd you better bring your bodyguardP: and whats your blvdC: lp, I represent naturallyP: so dont step on the rolly if you know that youre phonyOr else I bend that ass like elbow macaroniCuz I gotta keep it real (gotta keep it real)A tribe called quest, you see we never half stepC: (so on your mark) get ready, mcs be jettiMe and phifey be on ya like veronica and bettyArchie, jughead, snuffing mcsFrom brainslane down to hempsteadP: yes quence, see overHis rhyme style is older that a chrysler car novaIm wilder then the cats from arizonaVillanova, un, un, kentuckyWhos the next mc stepping up to try and bust meBring him here and boy, will I ever let him have itC: and when it comes to the microphone, dont even try to grab itWhat?
