Q-Tip: 

Let me flaunt the style (style), I think that the time's near 
That we drop studs (studs), there will be no duds here 
Rappers play the dumb (dumb), kinda on the space tip 
But when they hear the jams (jams), they be on the dilsnick 
Now I'm not for the rock (rock), I know the territory 
Go ahead and try (try), that's a different story 
Similar to Grimm (Grimm), I could write a better one 
All about a kid (kid), who couldn't rap and didn't run 
Stand (stand) aside (aside), when the rap is gettin dumb 
Resort to baggin Billy (Billy), askin can he have some 
No, never ever (ever) come back and try again man 
If you come back (back), I'll be the first to shake your hand 
Competitions good (good), it brings out the vital parts 
The Abstract Poetic ('etic), majors in recital arts 
Do it for the kids (kids), the elders and the rap peers 
When the job is done (done), then we hear a lot of cheers 
Gotta feel the vibes (vibes), come from my creation 
If the hands clap (clap) are filled with elation 
Here I am ghetto, full with a lot of steam 
Think I gotta, I think I gotta, I think I gotta scream (scream) 
Cuz that's how good it feels child 
Let your hair down (down), so we can get buckwild 
Do your ill dance (dance), don't think about the next man 
We must have unity and think of the bigger plan 
The vision, we fall (fall) we must stick together, see 
I'd like to take this time (time) to say what's up to Kool G 
The name is Q-Tip (Tip), The Midnight Marauder 
Give enough respect ('spect) to Afrika Bambaataa 
As a man in the world (world), I must do my job 
Take care of Mama Duke (Duke), I won't resort to rob 
Bob you'll get your dough (dough), Mase is my witness 
Obsessed with the rap (rap), for its the mental fitness 
Like shootin cee-lo (lo), and always gettin headcracks 
The industry is luck (luck), winning with the fake raps 
Peace to the crews (crews), who pump the real hip hop 
Not sellin out (out) from hardrock to disc jock... 
(From disc jock to hardrock, from hardrock to disc jock) 

Phife: 

I don't know what to say, but here I go freak it 
If the papes come, then you know I'll seek it 
I'm just a short brotha, dark skin face 
Weigh a buck-fifty, 36 waist 
My hair is crazy curly 
Front like Mr. Furley 
To this day, I still believe that no MC can serve me 
Brothas try to front, but everybody know (know) 
I get more props than the Arsenio Hall Show 
Party animal I was, but now I chill at home 
All I do is write rhymes, eat, drink, shit and bone 
Found my thrill in Amityville, I'm always in the Island 
Fudge and Monkey know the time, they know who keeps 'em smilin 
Go out on my own, somethin that I gotta do 
Do what the hell I want and have no one to listen to 
I'm prompt with my business and I do things on the double 
Yo, I'm out like Buster Douglass, I say peace to MC Trouble 
Rest in Peace 

Q-Tip: 

Word Up, rest in Peace, and you know what else? 
We got, we got, we got the vibe (vibe) 
All the people in Long Island, we got the vibe (vibe) 
Brooklyn and Queens, we got the vibe (vibe) 
Uptown and New York, we got the vibe (vibe) 
People upstate, we got the vibe (vibe) 
If you're in DC, you got the vibe (vibe) 
Maryland, Virginia, Carolina vibe (vibe) 
Out West, we got the vibe (vibe) 
In the Bahamas, we got the vibe (vibe) 
Over in Europe, you know what? We got the vibe 
And we gotta keep it alive, it goes on... 

Of rap I'm a fan, I've seen a whole lot of subs 
Goods with the girls, I got a whole lot of 'em 
From fat to skinny, Freeda to Winnie (Winnie) 
Emma to Cindy, Constance to Wendy (Wendy) 
Cuz I be more friendly (friendly), never on the snotty side 
I don't brag to brothas about the little papes I got (got) 
My vocal styles can vary, the sight is never scary (scary) 
It's only legendary ('dary), my father well prepared me ('pared me) 
My job ain't temporary, I'm here for the long shot 
Better yet, the long term, I don't have a perm (perm) 
In a way I do, call 'em the perma-naps 
I'm crazy slap-happy and I'm scrappy when I'm nappy 
When I get the mic in my hand and the crowd in stands (stands) 
It's as good as grand like that (that) 

I wanna say peace and dedicate this joint to MC Trouble and to 
um...Trouble T-Roy 
And to um...Scott La Rock and to um...Cowboy, you know what I'm sayin? 
This is for the slain rappers and the fallen rappers 
you know what I'm sayin (sayin)? 
This is a special, special, special, special, special dedication 
And also to my pops and also to Vinny, his moms (moms) 
you know what I'm sayin? 
You just gotta keep it happy and keep the vibes going 
and this is Vibes and Stuff 
And we out...