Phife:
   The mad man Malik makes MCs run for Milk of Magnesia
   Maybe that'll ease ya
   Master of this microphone mackin, master as in great
   I'll have your brain goin in circles as my style tends to ovulate
   I'm makin moves, never movies, that's why y'all MCs lose me
   Retrace, won't, so your stubborn like groupies
   Kid, you know my flava, tear this whole jam apart
   Fuck around and have your heart, like Jordan had Starks
   While you playin hokey pokey, there's no time to be dokey
   Cuz I come out to play every night like Charles Oakley
   Dissin around with wack rhymin
   You lose your grip from chalk climbin
   Let me take this time to say R.I.P. to Phyllis Hyman
   Who never got the props that she damn well deserved
   But see me, you don't wanna see me, cuz all MCs are gettin served
   The nerve, for you to even step to the Phifer
   I'll bumrush your set and crush your whole cypher
   Reserve, a spot for me in hip hop's hall of fame
   Cuz rappin ain't no game, big up your head and maintain
   Yeah, Queens forever in this piece crushin any beef
   Ain't nuthin sweet, the bakery's across the fuckin street
   Phife Dawg, swingin it back and forth just like Aaliyah
   Makin moves on your heart like that trick Tamia
   No doubt about it, I love hip hop to death
   But yo Tip, bring in the chorus cuz I'm losin my breath
  
   Consequence:
   A, yo, you know the deal when the diggy Dawg is on the scene
   We got the fiend bumpin straight from the borough Queens
   You know the deal when the diggy Dawg is on the scene
   We got the fiend bumpin straight from the borough Queens
   You know the deal when the diggy Dawg is on the scene
   You know the deal, ha, you know the deal
  
   Phife:
   Big up pop Duke, that's where I caught my athleticism
   My mama, no doubt, that's where I got my lyricism
   My nana, that's where I got my spiritualism
   As for Tip and Shah, they made me stop from smokin izm
   Now, when I'm with some cheese, I be lettin off gism
   Writin rhymes since Daddy Kane and Biz Mark was on Prism
   I gotta brave heart like the one named Shirley Chisholm
   As for my late twin, boy, I wish I was with him
   Got the Lightro in the back talkin bout (come on, get him)
   And when it comes to rhymes, no doubt, I flip em
   Sucka MC in my path, hey main, I say we ship him
   Money please, your rhymes are wack, say word, this geek is trippin
   Just because my name is Phife, my man, I'm never slippin
   I got the type of flave to have your ass straight bitchin
   For those who act cute, see I got them on mute
   Have you walkin through your projects in your birthday suit
   Cuz your style is off loot, so I played him like a flute
   If youse a sucka MC, then it's you I rebuke
   My style is, everday all day, similar to water
   Crushin MCs as if my name was Sargent Slaughter
   Keep shit hotter...than a sauna
   Or better yet, the hormones on your Christian daughter
   Hey, I tried to warn her
   My sounds the type to kill, like the grill on Lauryn Hill
   So all ya sucka MCs, y'all best go chill
   Bout to go to Union Square so I can see my care bear
   Singin good stuff in my ear, runnin fingers through my hair
   Represent the Zulu Nation with illy rap creations
   Just keep shit hotter than Death Row-Bad Boy confrontations
   Chillin with Fudge Love because he represents the Haitians
   Ya naw'mean
  
   Word up
   I just wanna big up everybody for supportin A Tribe Called Quest
   Through the years
   This be the fourth LP, you know what I'm sayin?
   Tip, Shaheed and Phife, Beats, Rhymes and Life
   Featuring my man, you know what I'm sayin, Consequence
   192 is the area where we represent, for the ladies and gents, ha ha
   You know what I'm sayin? Big up Shaheed Muhammad, that's my man
   Christine, you know what I'm sayin, word life (fading out)
   The Abstract Poetic, rockin this track
   Bouncin it all over the place, in your face
   You know what I'm sayin? My man Lightro...