A Tribe Called Quest

A Tribe Called Quest - Steve Biko (stir It Up) songtekst

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[Phife] 
Linden Boulevard represent, represent 
Tribe Called Quest represent, represent 
When the mic is in my hand, I'm never hesitant 
My favourite jam back in the day was Eric B. for President 

Rude boy composer 
Step to me you're over 
Brothers wanna flex 
Youre not Mad Cobra 
MC short and black 
There aint no other 
Trini-born black like Mia Longs grandmother 
Tip and Sha they all that, Phife-Dawg ditto 
Honey tell your man to chill, or else you'll be a widow 
Did not you know that my styles are top-dollar? 
The Five-Foot Assassin knockin fleas off his collar 
Hip-hop scholar since bein knee-high to a duck 
The height of Mugsy Bogues, complexion of a hockey puck 
You better ask somebody on how we flip the script 
Come to a Tribe show and watch the three kids rip 

[Q-Tip] 
Queens is in the house represent, represent 
A Tribe Called Quest represent, represent 
No tamin of the style cuz it gets irreverent 
A Tribe Called Quest represent, represent 

Huh-huh, here we go 
You know that I'm the rebel 
Throwin out the wicked like God did the Devil 
Funky like your grandpas drawers, dont test me 
We in like that, youre dead like Presley 
When we comin through get tickets to see me 
We work for the paper so therell never be a preemie 
Lyrics are abundant cuz we got it by the mass 
Egos are all idle cuz the music is the task 
Valenzuela on the pitch, curveball, catch it 
I think I got it locked, just smooth while I latch it 
Right 
Now I must move with the quickness 
Here comes Shaheed so we must bear the witness 

Chorus 

Stir It Up x3 
Steve Biko 

Stir It Up x3 
Steve Biko 

Verse 2 

[Phife] 
New York City represent, represent 
A Tribe Called Quest represent, represent 
The Dawg is scientific with the styles I invent 
A Tribe Called Quest represent, represent 

MCs like to meddle, but heres my proposition 
I let my lyrics flow, and jumped your whole position 
I'm radical with this like the man this song is after 
Yo Tip settle down, whats the reason for the laughter? 

[Q-Tip] 
I really cant say, I guess I laugh to keep from cryin 
So much goin on, people killin, people dyin 
But I wont dwell on that, I think I'll elevate my mental 
Thanks for these bars on the Biko instrumental 

[Phife] 
Yo I take it back, Im the Indian giver 
MCs take notes as I stand and deliver 
Percussion isnt less, D's wear the vest 
While they dodgin bullets, you should be dodgin Quest 
Dont get me wrong, violence is not our forte 
I just like to rhyme, kick the lyric skills like Pele 
Tip educateem, my rhymes are strictly taboo 
Fill em with some fantasies and I'll look out like Tattoo 

[Q-Tip] 

Okay 
I am recognizing that the voice inside my head 
is urging me to be myself but never follow someone else 
Because opinions are like voices 
we all have a different kind 
So just clean out all of your ears 
these are my views and you will find that 
we revolutionize over the kick and the snare 
The ghetto vocalist is on a state-wide tear 
Soon to be the continent and then the freakin globe 
Theres room for it all as we mingle at the ball 
We welcome competion cuz it doesnt make one lazy or worn 
We gotta work hard, you know the damn card 
Try to be the fattest is the level that we strive 
Try to be the fattest also to stay alive 
 
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