A Tribe Called Quest - Check The Rhyme

Q: Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden, 
we used to kick routines and presence was fittin`. 
It was I the abstract 
P: And me the five footer. 
I kicks the mad style so step off the frankfurter. 
Q: Yo, Phife, you remember that routine 
that we used to make spiffy like mister clean? 
P: Um um, a tidbit, um, a smidgen. 
I don~t get the message so you gots to run the pigeon. 
Q: You on point Phife? 
P: All the time, tip. 
Q: You on point Phife? 
P: All the time, tip. 
Q: You on point Phife? 
P: All the time, tip. 
Q: Well, then grab the microphone and let your words rip. 
P: Now here`s a funky introduction of how nice I am. 
Tell your mother, tell your father, send a telegram. 
I`m like an energizer `cause, you see, I last long. 
My crew is never ever wack because we stand strong. 
Now if you say my style is wack that`s where you`re dead wrong. 
I slayed that body in El Segundo then push it along. 
You`d be a fool to reply that Phife is not the man 
`cause you know and I know that you know who I am. 
A special shot of peace goes out to all my pals, you see. 
And a middle finger goes for all you punk MC`s. 
`Cause I love it when you wack MC`s despise me. 
They get vexed, I roll next, can~t none contest me. 
I`m just a fly MC who`s five foot three and very brave. 
On job remaining, no I`m chaining cause I misbehave. 
I come correct in full effect have all my hoes in check. 
And before I get the butt the jim must be erect. 
You see, my aura~s positive I don`t promote no junk. 
See, I`m far from a bully and I ain`t a punk. 
Extremity in rhythm, yeah that`s what you heard. 
So just clean out your ears and just check the word. 

Q: Check the rhyme y`all. 
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Check it out. 
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Play tapes y`all. 
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Check it out. 
Check it out. 

P: Back in days on the boulevard of Linden, 
we used to kick routines and the presence was fittin` 
It was I the Phifer, 
Q: And me, the abstract. 
The rhymes were so rumpin` that the brothers rode the `zack. 
P: Yo, tip you recall when we used to rock 
Those fly routines on your cousin~s block. 
Q: Um, let me see, damn I can`t remember. 
I receive the message and you will play the sender. 
P: You on point Tip? 
Q: All the time Phife. 
P: You on point Tip? 
Q: Yeah, all the time Phife. 
P: You on point Tip? 
Q: Yo, all the time Phife. 
P: So play the resurrector and give the dead some life. 
Q: Okay, if knowledge is the key then just show me the lock. 
Got the scrawny legs but I move just like Luke Brock, 
With speed. I`m agile plus I`m worth your while. 
One hundred percent intelligent black child. 
My optic presentation sizzles the retina. 
How far must I go to gain respect? Um. 
Well, it`s kind of simple, just remain your own 
Or you`ll be crazy sad and alone. 
Industry rule number four thousand and eighty, 
record company people are shady. 
So kids watch your back `cause I think they smoke crack, 
I don`t doubt it. Look at how they act. 
Off to better things like a hip-hop forum. 
Pass me the rock and I`ll storm with the crew and ... 
Proper. What you say Hammer? Proper. 
Rap is not pop, if you call it that then stop. 

NC, y`all check the rhyme y`all. 
SC, y`all check it out y`all. 
Virginia, check the rhyme y`all. 
Check it out. Out. 
In London, check the rhyme, y`all.