the chase pt. ii lyrics – a tribe called quest

i’m ’bout to wreck ya body, get say, turn the party out
i’m ’bout to wreck ya body, get say, turn the party out
i’m ’bout to wreck ya body, get say, turn the party out
i’m ’bout to wreck ya body, get say, turn the party out

i’m ’bout to wreck ya body, get say, turn the party out
i’m ’bout to wreck ya body, get say, turn the party out
i’m ’bout to wreck ya body, get say, turn the party out
i’m ’bout to wreck ya body, get say, turn the party out

them can’t touch me, no, them can’t touch me
them can’t hold me, no, them can’t hold me
them can’t touch me, no, them can’t touch me
them can’t hold me, no, them can’t hold me
turn the party out

d*mn, phife you got fat
yeah, i know it looks pathetic
ali shaheed muhammad got me doing calisthenics, uh
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, what
there’s bills to be paid, what

hoes to be laid, what, punks to be sprayed, what
chumps to attack, so my man watch your back
ninety-three means skills are a must, so never lack, uh
sit back and learn, come now watch the birdie
your styles are incomplete, same as vinny testaverde
battlin, whenever, hot d*mn
give me the microphone, bwoy, one time, bam

keep it on the corner, ‘cuz here comes the heat
lyrically it stays, the jazz will pace the beat
as we proceed to elevate you, we in fo, fo
run and tell your dad, the abstract’s the bag
as we proceed to move your high parts, we know who has *ss
poets got the gimmicks but they lack the s*ssafras
to make the average hardrock and c*ck the glock
and roam the city streets on the jury, they hot

i be ingredients, like sugar and candy
if your life is broke, girl i’ll be the handy dandy
that commends you, my fee is a shower
for you, i’ll scrub your back and i’ll soap the b*tt crack
make you shiny, spiffy in a jiff
f*ckin with the ab, you got the greatest of gifts
yo, my mic is sounding bug, bob power, you there? yeah
adjust the b*ss and treble make my sh*t sound clear

i’m ’bout to wreck ya body, get say, turn the party out
i’m ’bout to wreck ya body, get say, turn the party out
i’m ’bout to wreck ya body, get say, turn the party out
i’m ’bout to wreck ya body, get say, turn the party out

make you shiny, spiffy in a jiff
f*ckin’ with the ab, you got the greatest of gifts
ayo, my mic is sounding bug, bob power, you there?
adjust the b*ss and treble, okay, could you come in tip?

whoop, back yourself man, come watch me drop it
for showing me i could do it, for showing me i can rock it
me not deal wit no changaram, bangaram business
i got soul on a hymn, like jehovah’s got the witness
musically, the three, poetically, be me
we in jammin’ on the airwaves, kids just rave
obey the mcs, ‘cuz the mcs say
we flippin more n*gg*z like we super dave

but noticin’ my stature, y’all n*gg*z know we gotcha
movin’ to the rapture, listen how we catch ya
movin’ with the grace, here we go, let’s begin
makin’ people jump out their godd*mn skin
lyrically, we bite like we rin tin tin
peace to grand pu and his many, many skins
don’t markers for the arrow, ‘cuz we know we get the wins
it’s the ab, shaheed, and the dawg for the blend

i wanna say peace to my man rob p, my man jerod, and
skeff anslem on the help out and we out like shout
nine-tre, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
i don’t wanna say nine-tre
‘cuz my man extra p said, “don’t say the years”
so, it’s for eternity, know what i’m sayin’?
rock, rock on,

everybody in queens, rock, rock on
everybody in brooklyn, rock, rock on
money earnin’ mt. vernon, rock, rock on
everybody in jersey, rock, rock on
everybody in philly rock, rock on
everybody in houston, rock, rock on
everybody la, rock, rock on
everybody in the sand, rock, rock on

everybody in egypt, rock, rock on
everybody nigeria, rock, rock on
everybody in london, rock, rock on
everybody in sweden, rock, rock on
everybody in beware, rock, rock on
to the n*gg*z on the famous, rock, rock on
everybody no name, rock, rock on
to the kids at nu clear, rock, rock on
to the cave rock rock on
mcdonald’s, rock, rock on

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