A Tribe Called Quest - 1996 Rap City Freestyle lyrics
[A Tribe Called Quest - 1996 Rap City Freestyle lyrics]
-like that, It's like this
When you hear the nigga yo he be in a bliss
'Cause I make the rhymes and
It's just a easy gist
With a twist, of my nouns and my verbs
Consummated, into a sentence, ease of words
That I'm at
(hmm) , so amazin', when I'm blazin'
Just like a trip to Portland, Trail Blazer
But yo listen, yo I gotta say it like this
I got the Phife Dawg and he wants to assist
To persist (yeah) with the rhythm (yeah)
Give 'em (yeah) what you got (yeah)
Phife Dawg hop
(check it out) off the mic (check it
Out) and make the joint hot
Malik Izaak Taylor is the
Illest rhyme creator
Let me be the first to say
That I be's a player hater
'Cause I hate when emcees play on
This device known as a mic
Then have the nerve to even think
That their rhymes and they're tight
So I laugh
Quietly watching how the industry's bust
All these video sluts
And guys who front like they're tough
All these million-selling rappers with
The bogus-like husks
And oh, i see hood raps putting 40's
To their lips and head
Go out buy a chalice, and
They wanna be a dread, oh my head
Someone pass the buffering, I'm sufferin'
Too many heads out here, word is born
They just frontin'!
I'm stayin' true, making sure
My game's legit
No time for ass and getting
Caught up in that glitzy
Without my peeps I don't know how
The hell I'd make it
But just by having them around lets
Me know I won't fake it so big up big up!
Because you emcees ain't ready
Peace to Allen Iverson, my man
Stephon Marbury up in, the NBA
And I'm gonna be writin'
For the magazine soon check me out, boom!
I'm out!
Ha ha hahahah, yes, indeed! Yes in-
When you hear the nigga yo he be in a bliss
'Cause I make the rhymes and
It's just a easy gist
With a twist, of my nouns and my verbs
Consummated, into a sentence, ease of words
That I'm at
(hmm) , so amazin', when I'm blazin'
Just like a trip to Portland, Trail Blazer
But yo listen, yo I gotta say it like this
I got the Phife Dawg and he wants to assist
To persist (yeah) with the rhythm (yeah)
Give 'em (yeah) what you got (yeah)
Phife Dawg hop
(check it out) off the mic (check it
Out) and make the joint hot
Malik Izaak Taylor is the
Illest rhyme creator
Let me be the first to say
That I be's a player hater
'Cause I hate when emcees play on
This device known as a mic
Then have the nerve to even think
That their rhymes and they're tight
So I laugh
Quietly watching how the industry's bust
All these video sluts
And guys who front like they're tough
All these million-selling rappers with
The bogus-like husks
And oh, i see hood raps putting 40's
To their lips and head
Go out buy a chalice, and
They wanna be a dread, oh my head
Someone pass the buffering, I'm sufferin'
Too many heads out here, word is born
They just frontin'!
I'm stayin' true, making sure
My game's legit
No time for ass and getting
Caught up in that glitzy
Without my peeps I don't know how
The hell I'd make it
But just by having them around lets
Me know I won't fake it so big up big up!
Because you emcees ain't ready
Peace to Allen Iverson, my man
Stephon Marbury up in, the NBA
And I'm gonna be writin'
For the magazine soon check me out, boom!
I'm out!
Ha ha hahahah, yes, indeed! Yes in-