Artist: A Tribe Called Quest Album: We Got It From Here... Thank You 4 Your Service Song: Black Spasmodic Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com, Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Q-Tip] Y'all ready? Yo Phife? You ready? Let me check this here, Cons you got that part right? Aight [Q-Tip & Phife] I don't-I Don't-I don't know but it don't matter who choose to set it off ATCQ no doubt my niggas is boss Little half ass rappers, y'all pissin' me off Time to dead 'em all off yo no matter the cost [Chorus: Consequence] (Q-Tip & Phife) (Black!) They don't make thugs of this caliber (Spasmodic!) Who kept up the buzz the whole calendar (Black!) Used to sell drugs out the Challenger (Spasmodic!) Used to keep guns with the silencers (Black!) Huh, They don't make thugs of this caliber (Spasmodic!) Who kept up a buzz the whole calendar (Black!) Used to sell drugs out the Challenger (Spasmodic!) Now look what he does to any challenger [Verse One: Phife Dawg] (Q-Tip) Now who want it with the Trini gladiator? Mid finger to you haters you biters not innovators I take zero for granted, I honors my gift Champion pen game plus I'm freestyle equipped You clowns be bum sauce speak my name it's curtains Hamdulillah my crew's back to workin' Trash rap the dead, pussy kill di chirpin' No more fuck bwoys siddung shit can only get worsen And how do you touch mic with flows uncertain? (Uh!) Spit game dry boy that flow ain't workin' (Uh huh!) Folks throwin' items, them vexed and cursin' Fuck made me wanna see these niggas in person? Third song in motherfuckers dispersin' Only to realize Donald Juice in the buildin' Big tune this for man, woman, and children Back on my bullshit Bus-a-Bus let me kill dem!!! [Chorus: Consequence] (Q-Tip & Phife) (Black!) They don't make thugs of this caliber (Spasmodic!) Who kept up the buzz the whole calendar (Black!) Used to sell drugs out the Challenger (Spasmodic!) Used to keep guns with the silencers [Verse Two: Q-Tip] My nigga's spirit be talkin to me, let me explain Not through evil mediums, tarot cards and Ouija games But through mixing chords and boards and even drum machines He be sayin, "Nigga fuck awards, keep reppin Queens And don't be takin slack from these non-rappin niggaz man That intellectual shit you spit, you better change your plan Especially when you see 'em at the lobby of a label And they don't seem able to outstretch they hands and admit they fans You better flame 'em in the J's that they standin in Ostracize they memory for not rememberin The articles reduce they body parts to particles And dust the Dead Sea with their cremated molecules I'm leavin, but nigga you still got the work to do I expect the best from you, I'm watchin from my heaven view Don't disappoint me, make sure that they anoint me as the blue ribbon pedigree, the best of show, 5-foot-3 Speak of the legacy for short people around the world Napoleonic, bionic people who cause the world to twirl Rip every stage with grace, look right dead in they face Live the Tribe principle of havin impeccable taste Enjoy that breath like that one was your last one left If you don't believe me Tip, there's truly +Life After Death+ So refer to the Biggie covers and shoutout my Trini brothers And please check in on my mother Malik Izaak, call me shorty [Chorus: Consequence] (Q-Tip & Phife) (Black!) They don't make thugs of this caliber (Spasmodic!) Who kept up the buzz the whole calendar (Black) Used to sell drugs out the Challenger (Spasmodic!) Used to keep guns with the silencers (Black! Spasmodic!)