Chorus:
   We got the bump-da-bump-da-bump bump(6X)
   We got the bump-da-bump-da-bump bump-da-bump-da-bump
   Bump-da-bump-da-bump
  
   Q-Tip:
   Yo, we preparin ourselves for this ultimate war
   The MCs are really lost and it's at a big cost
   We be rhymin at our show thinkin we gettin dough
   Movin throught every town off the fumes of...
   And accolades of the crowd with our chests out proud
   Yo, we bout to pack these joints so that these...sound loud
   Some kids be actin stank like a baby pant
   It's the rapper Abstract that make the joint get amped
   Yo, use your body maker and use your minds, to break true
   Yo, we gotta do the do
   Son, we livin in a time where mad folks talk (shit)
   Representin they crews or they East-West clicks
   Let me tell everybody from coast to coast
   About the lands we boast, but we don't own jack
   How the (fuck) we movin through makin moves like that?
   How the (hell) we movin through makin moves like that?
   Can you explain that? I doubt that, very highly
   We got jewels and Mo and the life is tight rowdy
   Everybody lookin (shitty) like a to' down committee
   Let's make these institutions, body slam for the smitties
   I got girls with plenty tails, smarts and big (titties)
   And they all stressin me, yo, really?
   What really goes on? (James Brown: I don't know)
  
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   Q-Tip:
   One is for the beat and the two is for the rhyme
   Three is for the life, now we on this incline
   Never catch this kid stickin forks in swine
   Never ran my gibs in nuthin less than a dime
   A few of my brothas did that asshole one time
   Strivin miss sunrise, sometimes is known as crime
   The three twenty-five got that Windex shine
   And when I shot skelly, I had my boxes in lines
   All I wanna do is live life and be fair
   I used to stress girls with long legs and long hair
   Now, I want a woman with a spiritual flair
   God will never make it too hard for me to bare
   I'm hungry like a derelict whose stays in the diluse
   Some can count me out, but yo, I doubt that I lose
   The Westernized world got our minds confused
   You frontin on me, ak, then you don't get bruised
   The funny style cats, they be playin games like Chucky
   Government officials shoot their same old...
   Made of devil agents a.k.a. the devil flunky
   Stiff (ass) squares gettin mad cuz we funky
   This the crap game, then we got the top rolls
   The positive jumps the negative like frogs
   Resentin evil vibes, yo, that (shit) is at the morgue
   We celebrate laughin down in at the smorgas borg
   You still lookin (shitty) like a to' down committee
   Let's make this institution, buy the land for the smitties
   I got girls with tails, plenty smarts and big (titties)
   And they all stressin me...really
  
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