A Tribe Called Quest - Glamour and Glitz lyrics

Yup yup yup to the North to the South to
The East to the West
I don't discriminate boy I bring
It to your chest
If you oppose, then your soul will decompose
Strive to get money and I'm not no hoe
Fresher than the air that you're
Breathing through your nose
Iller than the kicks that you're
Puttin on your toes
You can ask Bo but yo that nigga don't know
About the dominant factor
The accurate rapper
Here's the next chapter, page ninety-five
Niggas so hard it's a wonder they alive
But yo we still survive through
The danger that lurks
My eyes remain wide while you ass like Urk
And yo my Family Matters
So all you mad hatters
Put your thinking caps on
And motherfuckin brainstorm
'Cause I got the plan that
Wins and can't lose
Your man knows who's nice, say Tip
He'll say "True"
A lot of these jokers out here is blasé
I'll be rockin mikes until
A horse says 'hey'
Some are preoccupied with glamour and glitz
Actin all bougie and making big movies
But I'll be in the cut, call me Incognito
Busy making joints that will
Bump for my people
You're listening to a man who
Was something from nothing
Stay in me forever head, never be frontin'

Once in a while we have fun in the mix
Into good living but some be into glitz
Everybody knew, all the fellas and the chicks
We gotta wear a shoe that fit's

Peace to the girl named Hurricane G
Peace to my girl named Dawn Paris
Peace to the Organized Kon-fus-ion
Peace to all my shorties who
Be dying too young
Peace to both coasts and the land in between
Peace to your man if you're doing your thing
Peace to my peoples who is incarcerated
Asalaam alaikum means peace, don't debate it
Devouring, and towering over fools
Your mic is broke and my shit's cool
The black man with the understanding of
The three wise men and the theories of Zen
Yo, I get inside the crevice like a dentist
Disrupt, the block, like Dennis, the Menace
Shaheed is on the needle
The shit it won't weeble or wobble
Your rhymes is mixed up like Boggle
Bingo! That was the damn dog's name
But yo I know another one with much more fame
The Phife Dawg
And that's my word to the cipher
About to bring it to your
Chest and 'cause strife, check it out
You're doubling back to your rhyming pad
What I represent is MC's gone mad
In a perfect world there's imperfect acts
We've come like a guide
To redirect alla that
So people with a gift can
Just flaunt and get money so much
We in the bank that the shit ain't funny
Money is invested in real estate and stocks
But not inside the glamour 'cause
All of that stops

Yo, this the Cons to the Quence
Up in ya like a stiff one, nah'mean?
It's nine-five, you got to live it or rip it
So if you step on the streets keep it movin
Nah'mean?