A Tribe Called Quest - Verses from the Abstract lyrics

I had a dream about my man last night
And my man came by the studio
And his name is

Busta Rhymes in effect shaheed is in effect
Phife Did-awg is in effect
Check it out and give me my 'spect

I'm moving
Yes I'm grooving cause my mouth
Is on the motor use the Coast in the morning
To avoid the funky odor
Can't help being funky
I'm the funky Abstract brother
Funky in a sense, but I play the undercover
Once had a fetish, fetish for some booty
Now I'm getting funky in my
Rap and that's my duty
Brothers tend to jock on
The style in particular
If you got the ego like some
Brothers then I'll get with ya
But if I don't pursue
Then I just don't give a (fuck)
My motto in the 90's is
Be happy making bucks girls love the jim
Cos it causes crazy friction
When it goes up in and fluctuates the diction
I still understand the oomph cause that's
What I met her for i'm hooked on the swing
So just call me the music whore
Women love the voice, brothers dig the lyrics
Quest the people's choice
We driving for the spirit
If you can't hear it
Then get the wax utensil
Write my rhymes straight up
Don't give it no fancy stencil
The rhymes be getting sweet
We stay away from tart
A perfectionist at work, perking up the art
If you want to battle
I suggest you check your clock
Your demise is coming up and I
Want your man to watch be the prime example
Or deeper still the sample
Insignificance, here I'll place you
On the mantle
Born up in Harlem, reside down in Jamaica
The girl I used to rock
Her moms was a Quaker
Now what does that make her?
The evil money taker?
The crazy move faker, I use that to break her

Phife is in the house
(ooohh, you know you got going on)
Uncle Mike is in the house
(this ain't a R&B song)
Bob Power is in the house
(you got it going on)
Tim Latham is in the house
(and on and on and on)
Wise Men is in the house
The Brand Nubes is in the house
The J Beez, they in the house
And De La, they in the house

I must regroup my thoughts and kick
The next ones for my people
Please don't be deceived by the
Ugly slice of evil
The world is kinda cold and
The rhythm is my blanket
Wrap yourself up in it, if you love it
Then you'll thank it
Don't move to rebuttal
Wave your hand for action
Some women in the 90's
Want more than satisfaction
They want keys and Gs
And all those illy things
If you want to, I'll show you
Just what the Ab can bring
I keep a tight net with
My brothers Ken and Kenny
If the question is of rhymes
Then I'll tell ya, i got plenty
The thing that men and women need
To do is stick together
Progressions can't be made if
We're separate forever
I hooked this funky beat with
The loop and the feature
This the funky singing by Miss Vinia Mojica
So listen because the Quest is
Led through the underground
My people have been oppressed too long
No more will we be down
People tend to riff cause they
Don't know the mental
People tend to bug cause the
Beats are hard but gentle
Africano lurks through the body
Of this youngun'
Play like Bobby Byrd on your
Back and you're coming to
The house of the jazz, of the funk
Of the rhythm all the goods are welcome
But if you're a villain
I'll just wait and debate
Contemplate your arrival
If flexing is your motive
Then you don't like survival
The Abstract is speaking
The hard beats is reaching
To Black and Puerto Ricans cause
They're butt naked streaking
Through the ever murky streets
Of the urbanized areas
Blasting out the speakers is
The hip hop hysteria

Craig is in the house
(ooohh, you know you got going on)
Pete Rock is in the house
(this ain't a R&B song)
CL is in the house (you got it going on)
Ultramag is in the house
(and on and on and on)
Nice and Smooth is in the house
Big Daddy Kane is in the house
Beatnuts is in the house
Special Ed is in the house

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
And this one goes out to my man
Thanks a lot Ron Carter on the bass
Yes my man Ron Carter is on the bass
And check it out, going into the '91 decade
Up in until the 2000 decade
You gotta say the Quest is on
And goddamn it, yes the Quest is on
And we out!