A Tribe Called Quest - The Chase, Part II lyrics

I'm bound to wreck your body and
Say turn the party out
I'm bound to wreck your body and
Say turn the party out
I'm bound to wreck your body and
Say turn the party out
I'm bound to wreck your body and
Say turn the party out
I'm bound to wreck your body and
Say turn the party out
I'm bound to wreck your body and
Say turn the party out
I'm bound to wreck your body and
Say turn the party out
I'm bound to wreck your body and
Say turn the party out
I'm bound to wreck your body and
Say turn the party out
Them can't touch we, no them can't touch we
Them can't hold we, no them can't hold we
Them can't touch we, no them can't touch we


Them can't hold we, no them can't hold we

(Damn Phife, you got fat)
Yeah, I know it looks pathetic
Ali Shaheed Muhammad got
Me doing calisthenics
Needless to say, boy, I'm bad to the bone
Making love to my mic like
Jarobi on the phone
But um, no time for jokes
There's bills to be paid
Hoes to be laid, punks to be sprayed
Chumps to attack, so my man, watch your back
'93 means skills are a must, so never lack
Sit back and learn, come now
Watch the birdie your styles are incomplete
Same as Vinny Testaverde
Battling, whenever hot damn!
Give me the microphone boy, one time, bam!

Keep it on the cooler 'cause
Here come the heat lyrically in space
The jazz will pace the beat
As we proceed to elevate you, we in 4 4
Run and tell your dad the Abstract's the bad
As we proceed to move your hind parts
We know as ass poets got the gimmicks
But they lack the sassafras
To make the average hardrocker cock the Glock
And roam the city streets on the jury
They hot
I be ingredients, like sugar in candy
If your life is broke
Girl I'll be the handy dandy
That can mend you, my fee is a shower
For you
I scrub the back and I floss the butt crack
Make you shiny, spiffy in a jiff
Fucking with the Ab
You got the greatest of gifts
Ayy yyo, my mic is sounding bugged Bob Power
You there? (yeah)
Adjust the bass and treble
Make my shit sound clear
(Clear, clear, clear, clear)

I'm bound to wreck your body and
Say turn the party out
I'm bound to wreck your body and
Say turn the party out
I'm bound to wreck your body and
Say turn the party out
I'm bound to wreck your body and
Say turn the party out
I'm bound to wreck your body and
Say turn the party out
I'm bound to wreck your body and
Say turn the party out
I'm bound to wreck your body and
Say turn the party out
I'm bound to wreck your body and
Say turn the party out
I'm bound to wreck your body and
Say turn the party out

Move back yourself, man
Come watch me drop it
For sure, me-a go do it
For sure me-a go rock it
Me not deal with no changaram
Bangaram business i got soul on the end
Like Jehovah's got the witness
Musically, the three, poetically we be
The enchantment on the airwaves
Kids just fade
Obey the MCs 'cause the MCs say
We flipping on niggas like we Super Dave
But noticing my stature
Y'all niggas know we gotcha
Moving to the rapture, listen how we catch ya
Moving with the grace, here we go
Let's begin
Making people jump out their goddamn skin
Lyrically, we bite like we Rin Tin Tin
Peace to Grand Pu and his many many skins
Don't mark us for the "L" 'cause
You know we get the wins
It's the Ab, Shaheed
And the Dawg for the blend

(I'm bound to wreck your body and
Say turn the party out)
And I wanna say peace to my man Bob P
My man Jerod
(I'm bound to wreck your body and
Say turn the party out)
(I'm bound to wreck your body and
Say turn the party out)
(I'm bound to wreck your body and
Say turn the party out)
And Skeff Anslem on the help out
And we out like shout
(I'm bound to wreck your body and
Say turn the party out)
(I'm bound to wreck your body and
Say turn the party out)
(I'm bound to turn the party out)
(I'm bound to turn the party out)
Nine-tre, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
(I'm bound to turn the party out)
I don't wanna say nine-tre
(I'm bound to turn the party out)
'Cause my man Extra P said
Don't say the years
(I'm bound to turn the party out)
So, it's for eternity
Know what I'm saying?
(I'm bound to turn the party out)
(I'm bound to turn the party out)
Rock, rock on, everybody in Queens, rock
Rock on (I'm bound to turn the party out)
(I'm bound to turn the party out)
Everybody in Brooklyn, rock, rock on
(I'm bound to turn the party out)
Money Earnin' Mt vernon, rock, rock on
(I'm bound to turn the party out)
Everybody in Jersey, rock, rock on
(I'm bound to turn the party out)
Everybody in Philly, rock, rock on
(I'm bound to turn the party out)
Everybody in Houston, rock, rock on
(I'm bound to turn the party out)
Everybody LA, rock, rock on
(I'm bound to turn the party out)
Everybody in The Sand, rock, rock on
(I'm bound to turn the party out)
Everybody in Egypt, rock, rock on
(I'm bound to turn the party out)
Everybody Nigeria, rock, rock on
(I'm bound to turn the party out)
Everybody in London, rock, rock on
Everybody in Sweden, rock, rock on
(I'm bound to turn the party out)
Everybody everywhere, rock, rock on
(I'm bound to turn the party out)
To the niggas on the famous, rock, rock on
(I'm bound to turn the party out)
Everybody no name, rock, rock on
(I'm bound to turn the party out)
To the kids at Nu-Clear, rock, rock on
(I'm bound to turn the party out)
To the the Cave rock, rock on
McDonald's, rock, rock on

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