Verse 

[Q-Tip] 

In this American metropolis filled with MC's 
A Tribe Called Quest came to drop jewels wit' ease 
Plus make you party, we do this music thing for everybody 
Black, White, Latino and Asian, we cold raisin' 
The stakes of hip-hop to a new plateau 
To bridge gaps in generations for future plantations 
A god-fearin' folk cos we all from the yolk 
Of one breed, one seed, to good goals we proceed 
Nowadays I strive to be a very good influence 
Even though not too long ago I was a truant 
Now I'm droppin' it on this and many broad topics 
From man's obsession with money to holy prophets 
Like Mohammed, yo, you know the scene is so freaky 
Enemies they denounce me and my own try to sweep me 
Now I got hip-hop acts posin' like fat cats 
Lex and a Rolex, Moet and a top hat 
But what about your contract, slick? Is you proper? 
It's time we turned the tables of this hip-hop fable 
I be strivin yo', tryna bang these joints out my skillet 
And fulfil it, think about these kids, we can't kill it 

[Phife] 

Now every dog has his day, but eff that, it's my year 
All you gat pullin' MC's could never come near 
All that bogus type chatter, please put it to rest 
It's the Phifer from Quest leavin' venues a mess 
So I even start to (Rap) when you know you have no (Haps) 
Wit' your simpleton (Lyrics), your light-hearted (Act) 
Step back, me no have no time for dat 
I'm blowin' up the spot for all you ras clot idi-ots 
In a world where you have like a zillion MC's 
Ninety percent of all you suckers have filthy LPs 
Bitch this, trick that, come on, act like you know 
I be that up north MC who never chose to play the down-low 
(His name is Phife Dawg) I label myself as The Boss (True dat) 
Same height as Little Vicious, yet I'm shorter than Kriss Kross 
Queens representation, son, you know how we do 
While Light' and Sha, they represent BK to the fullest 
I be the sidekick to The Abstract, so get ready for combat 
Yo, what about about them biters? Errr! Me not like that 
My motto is to wreck shop, I do it on the non-stop 
Come on party people, you must give me my props 
Cos y'all know good and damn well that the style has been mastered 
So head for the border you peasy-haired bastards 
Before I start to put it on ya, come on now, must I warn ya? 
Queens is in the house so all MC's go hold their corner 

Outro 

We feelin' pressures in here 
You know we feelin' pressures 
Feelin' pressures in here 
You know we feelin' pressures 
We gotta stand clear 
Jus' gotta stand clear 
Gotta gotta stand clear of the pressure 
The what?