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!)