A Tribe Called Quest - Steve Biko (Stir it Up) lyrics

Linden Boulevard represent, represent-sent
Tribe Called Quest represent, represent-sent
When the mic is in my hand
I'm never hesitant
My favorite jam back in the day
Was "Eric B for Presi "

Rude boy composer, step to me you're over
Brothers wanna flex, you're not Mad Cobra
MC shorty black, there ain't no other
Trini-born lad like Nia Long's grandmother
Tip and Sha they all that, Phife Dawg ditto
Honey tell your man to chill
Or else you'll be a widow
Did not you know that my
Styles are top dollar?
The Five-Foot Assassin knocking fleas
Off his collar
Hip hop scholar since being knee
High to a duck the height of Muggsy Bogues
Complexion of a hockey puck


You better ask somebody on how
We flip the script come to a Tribe show and
Watch the three kids rip

Queens is in the house represent
Represent-sent
A Tribe Called Quest represent
Represent-sent no taming of the style
'cause it gets irreverent
A Tribe Called Quest represent
Represent-sent huh huh, here we go
You know that I'm the rebel
Throwing out the wicked like
God did the Devil
Funky like your grandpa's drawers
Don't test me
We in like that, you're dead like Presley
When we coming through, get tickets to see me
We work for the paper so
There'll never be a freebie
Lyrics are abundant 'cause we got
It by the mass egos are all idle 'cause the
Music is the task
Valenzuela on the pitch, curveball, catch it
I think I got it locked
Just smooth while I latch it
Right, now I must move with the quickness
Here comes Shaheed so we
Must bear the witness

Stir it up! Stir it up! Stir it up! Stevie
Stir it up! Stir it up! Stir it up! Stevie

New York City represent, represent
A Tribe Called Quest represent
Represent-sent the Dawg is scientific with
The styles I invent
A Tribe Called Quest represent
Represent-sent mCs like to meddle
But here's my proposition
I let my lyrics flow
And juxt your whole position
I'm radical with this like the
Man this song is after (laughing)
Yo Tip settle down
What's the reason for the laughter?
I really can't say
I guess I laugh to keep from crying
So much going on, people killing
People dying but I won't dwell on that
I think I'll elevate my mental
Thanks for these bars on
The Biko instrumental
Yo I'll take it back, I'm the Indian giver
MCs take notes as I stand and deliver (word)
Percussion isn't less
(uh) , Ds wear the vest (what)
Why they dodging bullets
(what?) , you should be dodging Quest (uh
Uh) don't get me wrong
Violence is not our forte
I just like to rhyme
Kick the lyric skills like Pelé
Tip educate 'em
My rhymes are strictly taboo (o-o)
Fill 'em with some fantasies and
I'll look out like Tattoo

Ok, I am recognizing that the
Voice inside my head
Is urging me to be myself
But never follow someone else
Because opinions are like voices
We all have a different kind
So just clean out all of your ears
These are my views and you will find
That we revolutionize over the
Kick and the snare
The ghetto vocalist is on a state-wide tear
Soon to be the continent and
Then the freaking globe
There's room for it all as
We mingle at the mall
We welcome competition 'cause it doesn't
Make one lazy or worn
We gotta work hard, you know the damn card
Try to be the phattest is
The level that we strive
Try to be the phattest also to stay alive