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Listen Pashtoo muhammad shafi attan


Lyrics

Muhammed My Friend (Tori Amos featuring Maynard James)

Muhammad my friend, it's time to tell the world
We both know it was a girl back in Bethlehem
And on that fateful day when she was crucified
She wore Shiseido Red and we drank tea by her side

Sweet, sweet, sweet
Used to be so sweet to me, well

Muhammad my friend, I'm getting very scared
Teach me how to love my brothers who don't know the law
And what about the deal on the flying trapeze?
Got a peanut butter hand, but honey
do drop in at the Dew Drop Inn

Sweet, sweet, sweet
Between the boys and the bees

Sweet, sweet, sweet
Between the boys and the bees

And Moses I know, I know you've seen fire
But you've never seen fire until you've seen Pele blow
And I've never seen light, but I sure have seen gold
And Gladys save a place for me on your grapevine
till I get my own, honey, TV show

Ashre, ashre, ashre, ashre

And if I lose my ** Jacks at the tidal wave
I got a place in the Pope's, honey, rubber robe
Muhammad my friend, it's time to tell the world
We both know it was a girl back in Bethlehem

Merry ** Christmas (Mr. Garrison)

I heard there is no Christmas in the silly middle east
No trees, no snow, no Santa Clause, they have different religious beliefs
They believe in Muhammad and not in our holiday
And so every December I got to the middle east and say

Hey there Mr. Muslim, merry ** Christmas
Put down that book the Koran, and here's some holiday wishes
In case you haven't noticed, it's Jesus' birthday
So get off your heathen Muslim**and ** celebrate

There is no holiday season in India I've heard
They don't hang up their stockings and that is just absurd
They've never read a Christmas story, they don't know what Rudolph is about
And that is why in December I'll go to India and shout

Hey there Mr. Hinduist, merry ** Christmas
Drink egg nog and eat some beef and pass it to the missus
In case you haven't noticed its Jesus' birthday
So get of your heathen Hindu**and ** celebrate

Now I heard that in Japan everyone just lives in sin
They pray to several gods and put needles in their skin
On December 25th all they do is eat a cake
And that is why I go to Japan and walk around and say

Hey there Mr. Shintoist, merry ** Christmas
God is gonna kick your**you infidelic pagan scum
In case you haven't noticed, there's festive things to do
So let's all rejoice for Jesus and merry ** Christmas to you

On Christmas day
I travel around the world and say
Down with Krishnas, Buddists and all you atheists too
Merry ** Christmas to you

Thank you Mr. Hat

Hand Of The Dead Body (Scarface)




featuring Ice Cube

In world news today officials agree that rapper Brad Jordan alias
Scarface must be stopped
After being monitored by secret service agents for two years
Evidence leads Tobacco and Fire Arms officials to believe that his
literally dope lyrics promote drug usage and distribution
Degrade women influence gambling promote and teach violence and more
importantly
Its influencing our minors and destroying our young community
-Officials say, he's the lord of underground rap and his music must be
stopped

Scarface:

We got this whole mother**er on a mission
Now the whole entire world's gotta try to come up with a quick decision
They claim we threats to society
And now they callin on the government to try and make somebody quiet
For the bullshit they done to me
Gangsta Nip, Spice 1 or 2Pac never gave a gun to me
So gangsta rap ain't done shit for that
I've even seen white folks from River Oaks go get the gat
So why you tryin kick some dust up
America's been always known for blaiming us niggas for they **-ups
And we were always considered evil
Now they tryin to bust our only code of communicating with our people
Lets peep the game from a different angle
Matt Dillon pulled his pistol every time him and someone tangled
So why you criticize me
For the shit that you see on your tv
That rates worse than PG
Just bring your**to where they got me
So you can feel the hand of the dead body

Chorus:(Repeat 2X)

Nigga don't believe that song
That nigga's wrong
Gangstas don't live that long

So now they tryin seperation
And sendin black folks in white coats to infiltrate our congregation
Tappin into our conversation
Saying the message that they give
Bring forth or premeditation
So David's got a silver mag
While listenin to Brad, David gets mad and kills his dad
David Duke's got a shotgun
So why you get upset cause I got one
A tisket a tasket
A nigga got his**kicked
Shot in the face by a cop, close casket
An open and sgut situation
Cop gets got, the wanna blame it on my occupation
If you don't dig me, than nigga you can sue me
Because the shit that I be sayin ain't worse than no western money
Don't blame me blame your man Gotti
So you can feel the hand of the dead body

Chorus:

Ice Cube:

You best to free your mine
Before I free my nine
And stop **in with the void in pop
Or feel my hot rocks
Bang,bang, boom boom, ping ping I'm the black
White boys gat a magazine and don't kow how to act
I'll attack and make you vomit
Down with Kahlid Abdul Muhammad
Do he got a brother, I'm it now
I'm the illest
Wanna kill this house nigga Don Cornelius
Can you feel this?
You punk niggas make me sick
Suckin on the devil's dick
Scared of revolution
Need to start deuchin
Houston is the place
I caught a case
Them mother**ers tried to put a scar on my face
But i bust two times to the gut
To the Reverend Calvin Butts
Gotta pair of nuts?
I started this gangsta shit in 86
Now you dissin me
For publicity
Isn't he a hoe to the third degree
Who me
I'm a g who like to scrap-a-lot
Down with Rap-A-Lot
And I can't stop, won't stop
So ** Bill and Hillary
Ice Cube their ain't no killin me
Ice Cube, Scarface
Droppin on these sellin out niggas, doing it like this

Chorus

Robbin Hood Theory (Gang Starr)




[Intro features Elijah Shabazz from Muhammad Mosque No. 7]
Peace Brother Elijah
Hey peace Guru how you doin?
I'm maintainin
Just been thinkin though man
about the situation for today's youth man the seeds man
What's your opinion on that?
Mmm that's strange I was thinkin the same thing
Somethin I read in the holy Qu'ran how it says
"Has thou seen him who belies religion?
That is one who is rough, to the orphan."
And no matter what we say our religion is
whether it's Islam, Christianity
Juddaism, Buddha-ism, Old School-ism or New School-ism
If we're not schooling the youth WITH wisdom
then the sins of the father will visit the children
And that's not keepin it real...
that's keepin it -- WRONG
Chorus: Guru
Now that we're gettin somewhere, you know we got to give back
For the youth is the future no doubt that's right and exact
Squeeze the juice out, of all the suckers power
And pour some back out, so as to water the flowers
This world is ours, that's why the demons are leary
It's our inheritance; this is my Robbin Hood Theory... Robbin Hood
Theory
Verse One: Guru
I seek Sun, deceive none, for each one must teach one
At least one must flow and show the structure, of freedom
It's me Dunn, cause petty things we don't need 'em
Let's focus to create somethin great, for all that sees them
They innocent, they know not what they face
while politicians save face genius minds lay to waste
If I wasn't kickin rhymes I'd be kickin down doors
Creatin social change and defendin the poor
The God's always been militant, and ready for war
We're gonna snatch up the ringleaders send em home in they drawers
But first where's the safe at? Let's make em show us
and tell em hurry up, give up the loot that they owe us
We bringin it back, around the way to our peeps
Cause times are way too deep, we know the Code of the Streets
Meet your defeat; this is my Robbin Hood Theory... my Robbin Hood
Theory
Verse Two: Guru
I floss my rhymes like dentals, my mental's presidential
from the wild ghetto districts to the plush resedential
Essential, would be the message that I send you
I meant to, elevate at every venue
Pops told me to pursue what is true, and nothing other
And nowadays I pave the way for troops of my young brothers
Necessary by all means, sort of like Malcolm
Before it's too late; I create, the best outcome
So I take this opportunity, yes to ruin the
Devilish forces **in up my black community
And we ain't doin no more interviews
til we get paid out the frame, like mother**in Donahue
We're taking over radio, and wack media
Cause systematically they gettin greedier and greedier
Conquering turfs with my ill organization
Takin out the man while we scan the information
You wanna rhyme you best to wait son
You can't even come near, if you ain't got our share
You front on us this year, consider yourself blown out of here
Yeah... by my Robbin Hood Theory
Chorus
Verse Three: Guru
God is Universal, he is the Ruler Universal
For those who can't follow that spells GURU when in my circle
I see all sides of my culture...
Design my thoughts like a sculpture
And chumps they wanna get with me cause I'm another entity
I'm sent to be, leadin the army of the century
Mention me, and snakes will retreat, eventually...
... due to my Robbin Hood Theory
Chorus

History Of Violence (Belly)

Middle east
Lets go
Chyeaaa
Got a lot of shit on my chest
Lot of weight on my shoulders
too much shit on my mind
I gotta let it out
My people need me
Hah, look, we

Ain't a fool, I was born on a war torn corner,
Jeneen, Falasteen, full of steam where the bombs stormed on us,
Tried to escape but they never fore warned us,
We'd end up with the weight of the whole world on us,
Whats the difference between peace and war
You can make war from peace, but not peace from war,
Maan, why you think they teach us for, what the speech is for,
Cant nobody f**kin speak no more,
Maan, im getting to the point I cant breathe no more,
Cause all I ever breathe is disease of war,
Young soldiers die before there seeds are born,
It go back and forth like somebody's keepin score
In the final they need somebody else- No,
We all know they do mean help is close.
I want peace, I guess that makes me a dreamer,
This is for the victims of the Middle East and Katrina, yeea

Do we deserve this, is it worth it,
Why the f**k they got us feeling like we worthless,
They do it on purpose, and it's working,
Heyy, I aint tryin to say to be perfect
We had a history of violence
We had a history of violence
We had a history of violence
We had a history of violence
We had a history.

We aint askin you to love us, stop tryin to judge us,
Who made the decision to go ahead and say f**k us,
What you seeing them hover,
no matter how high them warplanes fly, God's above em.
What happened to Palestinian rights, Lebanese freedom,
A war aimed at civilian life,
buildings get shot down, Children go fight,
millions watch but they keep on killing despite,
im watching daughters cry, over fathers that die,
Hit the power plants, no power, no water supply,
Forget the lies, this is when the truth comes in,
They hit airports and ports and no food comes in,
Ma spinning as the world's revolving,

right now we teaching our kids,
if there is problems only war can solve it
truth or dare, tell the truth I dare,
this callus betoy us like the who don't mayor,
there is people out there, too broke to give us their 2 cents,
I speak for them, if you relate I speak for you too then,
They say peace, but--- we don't have clue when,
How we let them drop bombs on the UN,
Tears trickled down my face, This is a war on my race,
So don't expect me to fall in my place,
thinking that kids, they can be replaced,
its a disgrace, over four million civilians displaced,
tryin to hold back the cries, one hand on his mouth,
his pops died at eleven, he the man of no house,
aint no planning it out, this what lameness is about,
and you be damned if you let them kick his family out,
I have seen it, in my dream and,
they call us names when they acting like extremists,
they left us in pieces, that's not what peace is,
that's not the teachings of Muhammad, Moses, Jesus,
come on.

Do we deserve this, is it worth it,
Why the f**k they got us feeling like we worthless,
They do it on purpose, and it's working,
Heyy, I aint tryin to say to be perfect
We had a history of violence
We had a history of violence
We had a history of violence
We had a history of violence
We had a history.

What happened to our history,
All the good we have done,
Ya'll base your opinions on us,
based on what 2 percent of
our religion thinks,
or the race thinks,
we lost a million civilians in Iraq,
that's more people than any terrorist strike ever took,
we lost more american soldiers
than we did innocent lives on September 11,
how does that equal out,
and so for all of you,
money, political game, fame.
What happened to be civilized people,
we are a civilization, aren't we?
For all the people that lost their lives in
Iraq, Palestine, Lebanon,
anywhere else across the world, this is for you.

Verzweifelt (Rapsoul)

Refrain 2x
Und ich bin verzweifelt (bin verzweifelt)
Und ich weiß auch nicht weiter (und ich weiß auch nicht weiter)
Und ich frag mich ständig (frag mich ständig)
Sind wir geboren für Klang und Melodie
(Warum bin ich verzweifelt)
Warum bist du verzweifelt
(Warum weiß ich nicht weiter)
Und wieso weißt du nicht weiter
(Warum kenn ich den Weg nicht)
Den Weg nicht, (sieh das licht nicht) siehst das Licht nicht
Keine Richtung, sag mir wer führt uns ans Ziel

Jan
Ich schau in den Himmel und frage mich oft
ob Gott mir helfen kann auf meinem Weg durch Panik und Zoff
Wie Muhammad Ali beim Boxen Will ich mehr als nur ne Nummer sein,
mehr als nur ein Gegner mehr als nur ein Junge der reimt
Ich will fremde Herzen erreichen, breite Massen bewegen
Will denjenigen denen etwas fehlt, etwas von mir geben
Will das Menschen über meine Musik reden und sie lieben
Will das jeder meine Songs kennt von Norden bis in den Süden
Doch schau ich in den Spiegel, seh’ ich nur n blasses Gesicht
von 'nem Typen, der nicht weiß, ob das, was er macht, richtig ist
Weil ihn ständig der Hass zerfrisst und die Last zerbricht
Faltet er die Hände kniet sich hin und sucht das Licht
Spricht Gebete, die er selbst erfunden und geschrieben hat
aus Verzweiflung und Angst in die ihn diese fiese Welt getrieben hat
Der Schicksalsschlag war hart und kam mit 20 Jahren
Er wollt 'nen Major Deal, doch war's ein Kind was er bekam
Weil seine Gedanken ihn quälen, lässt er jetzt alles raus
Stellt sich ein tragisches Ende vor und malt es sich so aus
haut seine Faust in den Spiegel und hebt 'ne Scherbe auf
Guckt nach oben, schließt die Augen und holt aus ...

CJ
Tu's nicht, du hast noch soviel vor
lass dich nicht hängen lass dich nicht hängen
Denn irgendwann dann kommt die Zeit wo du dann weißt
du bist bereit für den harten Kampf, der dich nächtelang aufhält
Denn du schielst nicht aufs Geld, du willst was erzählen
so lass dich nicht von Verzweiflung quälen ...

Refrain
Und ich bin verzweifelt (bin verzweifelt)
Und ich weiß auch nicht weiter (und ich weiß auch nicht weiter)
Und ich frag mich ständig (frag mich ständig)
Sind wir geboren für Klang und Melodie
(Warum bin ich verzweifelt)
Warum bist du verzweifelt
(Warum weiß ich nicht weiter)
Und wieso weißt du nicht weiter
(Warum kenn ich den Weg nicht)
Den Weg nicht, (sieh das licht nicht) siehst das Licht nicht
Keine Richtung, sag mir wer führt uns ans Ziel

Steve
Das Szenario im Zimmer nur beleuchtet mit Kerzen
Gewohntes Bild, fast wie immer 'n Typ alleine mit seinen Schmerzen
Zum Scherzen ist ihm nicht zu Mute auch wenn er oft lacht
hat ihm gute Laune, Freundlichkeit bis heut nicht viel gebracht
Er jagte großen Träumen hinterher, die noch bis heute bestehen
man sollte ihn auf großen Bühnen sehen, wollte Videos drehen
leider vergaß er Menschen um ihn rum, die ihn liebten wie er war
als einfach und glücklichen Typ, der lacht und nicht als Star
Jetzt ist es 10 Jahre her, Wendepunkt in der Karriere
Verzweiflung pur im Kopf und im Herz gähnende Leere
In Gedanken die Barriere „Mach ich weiter, schmeiß ich's hin?“
Gib meinem Leben damit noch ne Chance und 'nen neuen Sinn
Deshalb wünscht er sich manchmal in der Zeit zurück zu fahren
an den Anfang, er als Baby in den Armen von seiner Mum
Er hätte viel anders getan, hätte er gewusst, dass sein Traum floppt
doch dann wär er nicht der Typ, der heute diese Reime droppt
Weil seine Gedanken ihn quälen, lässt er jetzt alles raus
stellt sich ein tragisches Ende vor und malt es sich so aus
als während leise noch mal im Radio sein Lieblingslied erklingt
er seine letzte Kippe raucht, das Fenster aufmacht und springt

CJ
Tus nicht!
Wisch dir die Tränen aus deinem Gesicht
Es weißt doch selbst, wie schwer es ist
Doch Gott hat dir das Licht geschenkt
Damit du deinen Weg erkennst
So nimm es jetzt in deine Hand
Und gib nicht auf, verfolg den Drang
Denn irgendwann bist du der Mann
Der seinem Kind sagt, was es kann

.........

Refrain
Und ich bin verzweifelt (bin verzweifelt)
Und ich weiß auch nicht weiter (und ich weiß auch nicht weiter)
Und ich frag mich ständig (frag mich ständig)
Sind wir geboren für Klang und Melodie
(Warum bin ich verzweifelt)
Warum bist du verzweifelt
(Warum weiß ich nicht weiter)
Und wieso weißt du nicht weiter
(Warum kenn ich den Weg nicht)
Den Weg nicht, (sieh das licht nicht) siehst das Licht nicht
Keine Richtung, sag mir wer führt uns ans Ziel.

What? (A Tribe Called Quest)




[Q-Tip]
Babies babble on, they lookin for excuses
Game for the buzzer who kicked it to the losers
Lame as a brain, could be, golly gee
If you see a shrink he'll charge you a fee
If you see me ya see the fee is nothing
[Fee will be for patience] all that's no fronting
What is a party if it doesn't really rock?
What is a poet? All balls, no cock
What is a war if it doesn't have a general?
What's channel nine if it doesn't have Arsenio?
What is life if you don't have fun?
What is a what if you ain't got a gun?
What's Ali without Shaheed Muhammad?
Nothing. [Calpekur] makes you vomit
What is a Quest if the players ain't willing?
What is a pence if you don't have a shilling?
Excuse me if I'm chillin, hey what, say what
What's a fat man without food in his gut?
What's a child birth, without the umbilical?
What's United Parcel, without the deliverer?
What's momma-san, without poppa-san?
What's martial arts without Daniel-San?
What's Rasheed without Tonya, Tamika?
What's orange juice and Doug E. Doug without Shaniqua?
Not a not a not a, not a damn thing
What's Duke Ellington without that swing?
What's Alex Haley if it doesn't have roots?
What's a weekend if you ain't knockin boots?
What's a black nation, without black unity?
What is a child who doesn't know pubery?
What is my label when I exit boom status?
What's menage-a-tois, or, that is
What is ** when you have three people?
What are laws if they ain't fair and equal?
What's Clark Kent without a telephone booth?
What is a liquor if it ain't 80 proof?
What are the youth if they ain't rebellin?
What's Raplh Cramden, if he ain't yellin
at Ed Norton, what is coke snortin?
What is position if there is no contortin?
What is hip-hop if it doesn't have violence?
Chill for a minute, Doug E. Fresh said silence
*four second pause*
What is a glock if you don't have a clip?
What's a lollipop without the Good Ship?
What's S&M if you don't have chains?
What's a con artist if he doesn't have brains?
What's America without greed and glamour?
What's an MC if he doesn't have stamina?
What's music fractured without Mr. Walt?
What's Trugoy without a phrase called torte?
What's Kris Lighty if he wasn't such a baby?
What is a woman if she didn't say maybe?
Baby laid down, I removed the frown
What would be my penal cord if it wasn't brown?
What is a paper without a president?
What is a compound without a element?
What is a jam if you don't spike the punch?
Was it Bruce Lee if you don't like brunch?
Oooh ooh, it's like that you keep goin
Freak freak y'all cause you know that we showin
What to go what to go what to go what to go what
to go what to go what to go what to go WHAT!

What Kind Of Power We Got? (Public Enemy)




Yo another day
Another 49 cents

Mr. Mr. why you always tryin to take all our money

Because I am the government
And you have to pay

Stop tryin to take our money

Yo you gotta bust this
We want justice
From public enemy number one
To cant trust this

Like F Jim or Hyatt
Because we're sick and **in tired
Of being mistreated by the undefeated
Power to the seat that cant be beat
Probably gone is the head that make Clinton defeat
Do all the talkin
Plus crooked walkin
Blind to the fact
That the enemy is stalking
Ways for days
Search United States quite
Were not a full power
Cause the racial riot
In my neighborhood
We attempt to kill each other
Politics said ** power to the brother
Be strong be righteous
Dont be no sinister
I got the word from bro. minister (minister)
Farrakhan speaks
And so does Muhammad
The days of Ramagon is
Protect you can harm it
My statement is the fact
To the highest degrees
Flavor works this style, yo cant touch me

What kind of power we got
Soul power (8X)

Bring it on (I know you got soul)

Goin on it get it
Gotta get it on
Goin on it get it
Gonna get it on (4X)

Yo, some seek stardom
And forgot all about Harlem
Yo, fugess
Rock the house!

Now I dont know
But tell me what you gonna do
When the ending of time comes near
What ever you do
It's gotta be funky
I am not tryin
To put your life in full of fear
By the favor skies
We are flying
Truth we be buying
To buy out all the lying
How you livin
Were you livin
Were you livin
It aint got to be like that
By doing the givin
It was your own choice
Scratched up your Rolls Royce
Every dum friend you had
Was glad to rejoice
And turned into a nut
Trying to make the pockets fatter
One shoot in the head
Everybody scatter
The worlds gonna
Catch on fire
A funeral buyer
Is a hard heads people desire
Every night you tryer
You turn into a cryer
Who was just in bed
Thinkin higher, higher
Friends will always move
Till you get the bob wire
Ever common law gets a flat tire

What kind a power we got
Soul power (4X)

What kind a power you got
Soul power (2X)

What kind a power we got
Soul power

Take me on

Goin on it get it
Gotta get it on
Goin on it get it
Gonna get in on (4X)

You check this out
My partner Chuck D
Got all the ozs of knowledge, wisdom and understanding
A, yo Chuck
Let 'em know why you the
Prophet of rap
Kick that shit Chuck

Some people, people
Dont like the way Flavor walk

Come on we want all the people to check it
Out and listen to it good listen to the man

That's my partner partner

Some people, people
Don't like the way the Flavor Flav talk

But ladies and gentlemen
I like for you to know
This my main man throwing down

What kind a power we got
Soul power
What kind a power you want now
Soul power
What kind a power need now
Soul power
What kind a power you got now
Soul power
Know you gots to have it
Soul power
I check the soul
And you want some
Soul power
What kind a power we got now
Soul power
Now I know you got soul ya'll
Soul power
What kind a power we got ya'll
Soul power

Yeah!!!!!

I know the Flava got soul
I know you gotta have soul
What kinda power you got ya'll
What kinda power we need ya'll
Of course I know you got Flava
And the Flava got soul
What kind a power we got
Soul power

No cursing
Only versing
And if it aint better
Then we make it worsen
All that!!!!

Rock the house ya'll
Come on!

Award Tour (A Tribe Called Quest)




chorus Dove from De La Soul:
We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man
Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand
New York, NJ, N.C., VA
We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man
Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand
Oaktown, L.A., San Fran, St. John

Q-Tip:
People give your ears so I be sublime
It's enjoyable to know you and the concubine
Niggaz, take off your coats ladies, act liike gems
Sit down, Indian style, as we recite these hymns
See, lyrically I'm Mario Andretti on the mo-mo
Luticrous, we speedy, or infectious with the slow-mo
Heard me in the eighties, J Beez on the promo
On my never endin quest to get the paper on the caper
But now, let me take it to the Queens side
I'm takin it to Brooklyn side
All the residential Questers to invade the way
Hold up a second son, cuz we almost there
You can be a black man and lose all your soul
You can be white and blue but don't crap the roll
See my shit is universal, if you got knowledge and dolo
Of delf for self, see there's no one else
Who can drop it on the angle, acute at that
So, do that, do that, do do that that that(come on)
Do that, do that, do do that that that(OK)
Do that, do that, do do that that that
I'm buggin out, so let me get back cuz I'm wettin niggaz
So run and tell the others cuz we are the brothas
I learned how to build mics in my workshop class
So give me this award, and let's not make it the last

chorus:
We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man
Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand
Chinatown, Spokane, London, Tokyo
We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man
Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand
Houston, Delaware, DC, Dallas

Phife:
Back in '89, I simply slid into place
Buddy, buddy, buddy all up in your face
A lot of kids was bustin rhymes but they had no taste
Some said Quest was wack, but now is that the case
I have a quest to have the mic in my hand
Without that, it's like Kryptonite and Superman
So Shaheed come in with the sugar cuts
Phife Dawg's my name, but on stage, call me Dynomutt
When was the last time you heard the Phifer sloppy
Lyrics anonymous, you'll never hear me copy
Top notch baby, never comin less
Sky's the limit, you gots to believe up in Quest
Sit back , relax, get up out the path
If not that, here's the dancefloor, come move that**
Non-believers, you can the steps
I roll with Shaheed and the brotha Abstract
Niggaz know the time when the Quest is in the jam
I never let a statue tell me how nice I am
Comin with more hits than the Braves and the Yankees
Livin mad phat like an over sized Bam-bi
The wackest crews try to dis, it makes me laugh
When my track record's longer than a DC-20 aircraft
So, next time that you think you want somethin here
Make somethin deffer, take that garbage to St. Elsewhere

chorus:
We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man
Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand
S.C., Maryland, New Orleans, Motown
We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man
Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand
Chinatown, Spokane, London, Tokyo
We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man
Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand
Houston, Delaware, DC, Dallas
We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man
Goin each and every place with the mic in their hand
New York, NJ, N.C., VA

The Chase Pt. II (A Tribe Called Quest)




"I'm bout to wreck ya body and say turn the party out" --> BizMarkie
(repeat 4X)

Phife:

Them can't touch me no, them can't touch me
Them can't hold me no, them can't hold me (2X)
(Q-Tip: Damn, Phife you got fat!)
Yeah, I know it looks pathetic
Ali Shaheed Muhammad got me doing calisthenics
Needless to say, boy I'm bad to the bone
Making love to my mic like Jarobi on the phone
But um, no time for jokes (what!), there's bills to be paid (what!)
Hoes to be laid (what!), punks to be sprayed (what!)
Chumps to attack, so my man watch your back
Cuz '93 means skills are a must, so never lack (uh!)
Sit back and learn, come now watch the birdie
Your styles are incomplete, same as Vinny Testaverde
Battlin, whenever -- hot Damn!
Give me the microphone bwoy, one time, bam!

Q-Tip:

Keep it on the corner, cuz here comes the heat
Lyrically it stays, the jazz will pace the beat
As we proceed to elevate you, we in fo-fo
Run and tell your dad the Abstract's the bag
As we proceed to move your high parts, we know who has**
Poets got the gimmicks, but they lack the sassafras
To make the average hardrock and cock the glock
And roam the city streets on the jury, they hot
I be ingredients, like sugar and candy
If your life is broke, girl I'll be the handy-dandy
That commends you, my fee is a shower
For you, I'll scrub your back and I'll soap the butt-crack
Make you shiny, spiffy in a jiff
**in with the Ab, you got the greatest of gifts
Yo, my mic is sounding bug. Bob Power, you there?(Yeah)
Adjust the bass and treble make my shit sound clear(echo)

Chorus(x8):
(Q-Tip: After fourth time)
Make you shiny, spiffy in a jiff
**in with the Ab, you got the greatest of gifts
A-yo, my mic is sounding bug. Bob Power, you there?
Adjust the bass and treble...OK, could you come in Tip?

Q-Tip:

Whoop, back yourself man. Come watch me drop it
For showing me I could do it, for showing me I can rock it
Me not deal wit no changaram, bangaram business
I got soul on a hymn, like Jehovah's got the witness
Musically, the three, poetically, be me
We in jammin on the airwaves, kids just rave
Obey the MCs, cuz the MCs say
We flippin more niggaz like we Super Dave
But noticin my stature, y'all niggaz know we gotcha
Movin to the rapture, listen how we catch ya
Movin with the grace, here we go, let's begin
Makin people jump out their goddamn skin
Lyrically, we bite like we Rin Tin Tin
Peace to Grand Pu and his many, many skins
Don't mark with the arrow, cuz we know we get the wins
It's the Ab, Shaheed, and the Dawg for the blend

Chorus(until end):

Q-Tip:

I wanna say peace to my man Rob P, my man Jerod, and
Skeff Anslem on the help out and we out like shout
Nine-tre, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh...
I don't wanna say nine-tre
cause my man Extra P said don't say the years
So, it's for eternity, know what I'm sayin?
Rock rock on, everybody in Queens, rock rock on
Everybody in Brooklyn, rock rock on
Money Earnin Mt. Vernon, rock rock on
Everybody in Jersey, rock rock on
Everybody in Philly rock rock on
Everybody in Houston, rock rock on
Everybody LA, rock rock on
Everybody in The Sand, rock rock on
Everybody in Egypt, rock rock on
Everybody Nigeria, rock rock on
Everybody in London, rock rock on
Everybody in Sweden, rock rock on
Everybody in beware, rock rock on
To the niggaz on the famous, rock rock on
Everybody no name, rock rock on
To the kids at Nu-Clear, rock rock on
The Cave rock rock on. McDonald's, rock rock on


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A nice pashto attan song by muhammand shafi.




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