Consequence, A Tribe Called Quest - Baby Phife’s Return lyrics

The madman 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 you're 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
'Cause 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 RIP to Phyllis Hyman
Who never got the props that
She damn well deserved
But see me, you don't wanna see me
'cause all MCs are gettin' served
The nerve, for you to even step to the Phifer
I'll bumrush your set and
Crush your whole cipher
Reserve, a spot for me in
Hip hop's hall of fame
'Cause rappin' ain't no game
Big up your head and maintain
Yeah, Queens forever in this
Piece crushin' any beef
Ain't nothin' 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 'cause
I'm losin' my breath

Ay 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

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'll be lettin' off gism
Writin' rhymes since Daddy Kane and
Biz Mark was on Prism
I got a 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 man
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
'Cause your style is off loot
So I played him like a flute
If you a sucka MC, then it's you I rebuke
My style is, every day all day
Similar to water crushin' MCs as if my
Name was Sargent Slaughter
Keep shit hotterthan 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 new 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, haha
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
Up in your face
You know what I'm sayin'? My man Lightro