chorus: 
We can get down 
We can, we can get down(both lines 4X) 
Ah, it's like that man, it's like that (yes!) 
It's like that man, it's like that (yes!) (2X) 
It's like that man, it's like that 
(Rakim from "My Melody":"Why waste time on the microphone") 
Check it 

Phife: 
I'm not your average MC with the Joe Schmoe flow 
If you don't know me by now, you'll never know 
Steppin on my critics, beatin on my foes 
The plan is to stay focused, only then I can go 
Straight from the heart, I represent hip hop 
I be three albums deep, but I don't wanna go pop 
Too many candy rappers seem to be at the top 
Too much candy is no good, so now I'm closin the shop 
Crushin competition like your tires on grapes 
My rhymes styles be blendin like a Ron G tape 
My man where ya goin? You can't escape 
When the Tribe is in the house, that means nobody is safe 
How can a reverend preach, when a rev can't define 
The music of our youth from 1979 
We rap about what we see, meaning reality 
>From people bustin caps and like Mandela bein free 
Not every MC be with the negativity 
We have a slew of rappers pushin positivity 
Hip hop will never die yo, it's all about the rap 
So Marion Barry smokin crack, let's preach about that 
The trash you talk won't matter, that old bogus chatter 
The more that you condemn us, it only makes us phatter 
When I talk, I know I'm talkin for you poppers all around 
You know you love the sound, we gets down 

chorus: 

Q-Tip: 
I'm the cherry on the top of yo ice cream 
I'm the wish you thought inside your dream 
Listen to the way we pulsate the jam 
I'm the nigga here with the mic in hand 
Styles that we present are just a few 
To do away with you and your hum drum crew 
This is '93 and the shit is real 
Black people unite and put down your steel 
Ladies make a forum on your sexual drive 
Devoted to your lover and make it thrive 
The riff was of F, I'm a hip hop body 
Release the energy like the force of a shotty 
Standin on the wall with my Polo on 
Talkin to the girl with the Liz Claiborne 
Keep the poetry in my black knapsack 
Got my Timbo horse and my Doublemint pack 
Hit the city streets to enhance my soul 
I can kick a rhyme over ill drum rolls 
With a kick, snare, kicks and high hat 
Skilled in the trade of that old boom bap 
I can do a trick with the opposite breed 
I used to down 40s and smoke grain weed 
Now, I'm doin shows with half loot down 
Now it's time for me to take ya uptown 

It's like that man, it's like that (yes!) (7X) 
It's like this, Shaheed! 

Shaheed:(scratching)(until end) 
Rakim: "Why waste time on the microphone"