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Verse One: Q-TipYup yup yupTo the North to the South to the East to the WestI don't discriminate boy I bring it to your chestIf you oppose, then your soul will decomposeStrive to get money and I'm not no hoeFresher than the air that you're breathing through your noseFuller than the kicks that you're puttin on your toesYou can ask Bo but yo that nigga don't knowAbout the dominant factor the accurate rapperHere's the next chapter, page ninety-fiveNiggaz so hard it's a wonder they aliveBut yo we still survive through the danger that lurksMy eyes remain wide while you ask like Urkand yo my Family Matters, so all you mad hattersPut your thinking caps on and motherfuckin brainstormCause I got the plan that wins and can't loseYour man knows who's nice say Tip he'll say 'True'A lot of these jokers out here is blaseI'll be rockin mikes until a horse says heySome are preoccupied with glamour and glitzActin all boogee and making big moviesBut I'll be in the cut call me IncognitoBusy makin joints that will bump for my peopleYou're listening to a man who was something for nothingStay in me forever head, never be frontinChorus: repeat 2XOnce in a while we have fun in the mix [never ever]In to good living, but some be into glitz [true dat]Everybody knew, all the fellas and the chicks [trigga E]Gotta wear a shoe that fits...to all my peoplesVerse Two:C'mon word, check it out now [you out there?]Uh, uh, check it out now [you out there?]What? Uh, check it out now [louder! louder!][louder! louder!] Uh, check it out, yoPeace to the girl named Hurricane GPeace to my girl named Dawn ParisPeace to the Organzied Kon-fus-ionPeace to all my shorties that be dying too youngPeace to both coasts and the land in betweenPeace to your man if you're doing your thingPeace to my peoples who was incarceratedAsalaam alaikum means peace, don't debate itDevouring, and towering over foolsYour mic is broke and my shit's coolThe black man with the understandin ofThe three wise men and the theories of ZenYo I get inside the crevice like a dentistDisrupt, the block, like Dennis, the MenaceShaheed is on the needle, the shit it won't weebleor wobble, your rhymes is mixed up like BoggleBingo! That was the damn dog's nameBut yo I know another one with much more fameThe Phife Dawg, and that's my word to the cipherAbout to bring it to your chest and cause strife check it outYou're doubling back, to your rhyming padWhat I represent is MC's gone madIn a perfect world there's imperfect actsWe've come like a God to redirect alla thatSo people with a gift can just flaunt and get moneySo much, we in the bank that the shit ain't funnyMoney is invested in real estate and stocksBut not inside the glamour cuz all of that stopsOutro: ConsequenceYo dis the Cons to the Quenceup in ya like a stiff one, knowhatImean?It's nine-five, you got to live it or rip itSo if you step on the streets keep it movin, knowhatImean?Chorus

A Tribe Called Quest Glamour And Glitz