Jazz(We've Got)

Stern firm and young with a laid-back tongue
The aim is to succeed and achieve at 21
Just like Ringling Brothers  I'll daze and astound
Captivate the mass  cause the prose is profound
Do it for the strong  we do it for the meek
Boom it in your boom it in your boom it in your Jeep
Or your Honda or your Beemer or your Legend or your Benz
The rave of the town to your foes and your friends
So push it  along  trails  we blaze
Don't deserve the gong  don't deserve the praise
The tranquility will make ya unball your fist
For we put hip-hop on a brand new twist
A brand new twist with the homie-alistic
So low-key that ya probably missed it
And yet it's so loud that it stands in the crowd
When the guy takes the beat  they bowed
So raise up squire  adjust your attire
We have no time to wallow in the mire
If you're on a foreign path  then let me do the lead
Join in the essence of the cool-out breed
Then cool out to the music cuz it makes ya feel serene
Like the birds and the bees and all those groovy things
Like getting stomach aches when ya gotta go to work
Or staring into space when ya feelin' berserk
I don't really mind if it's over your head
Cuz the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead
So pay attention  it's not hard to decipher
And after the horns  you can check out the Phifer
(Chorus)
(Verse Two: Phife)
Competition  dem Phifer come sideway
But competition  dey mus' me come straightway
Competition  dem Phifer come sideway
But competition  dey mus' me come straightway
How's about that  it seems like it's my turn again
All through the years my mike has been my best friend
I know some brothers wonder  can Phifer really kick it
Some even wanna dis me  but why sweat it
I'm all into my music cuz it's how I make papes
Tryin' to make hits  like Kid Capri mix tapes
Me sweat another  I do my own thing
Strictly hardcore tracks  not a new jack swing
I grew up as a Christian so to Jah I give thanks
Collect my banks  listen to Shabba Ranks
I sing  and chat  I do all of that
It's 1991 and I refuse to come wack
I take off my hat to other crews that intend to rock
But the Low End Theory's here  it's time to wreck shop
I got Tip and Shah  so whom shall I fear
Stop look and listen  but please don't stare
So jet to the store  and buy the LP
On Jive/RCA  cassettes and CD's
Produced and arranged by the four-man crew
And oh sh*t  Skeff Anslem  he gets props too
Make sure you have a system with some phat house speakers
So the new sh*t can rock  from Mars to Massapequot
Cuz where I come from quality is job one
And everybody up on Linden know we get the job done
So peace to that crew  and peace to this crew
Bring on the tour  we'll see you at a theatre nearest you
(Verse Three: Q-Tip)
Hey yo but wait  back it up  huh  easy back it up
Please let the Abstract embellish on the cut
Back and forth just like a Cameo song
If you dig this joint then please come dance along
To the music cuz it's done just for the rhyme
Now I gotta scat and get mine  underlined
The jazz  the what  The jazz to move that a**
Cuz the Tribe originates that feelin' of pizzazz
It's the universal sound  best to brothers on the ground
And the ones six below  ya didn't have to go
Some say that I'm a sinner cuz I once had an orgy
And sometimes for breakfast I eat grits and porgies
If this is a stinker  then call me a stink  I ask
"What  What  What " - check it out
All my peoples in Queens ya don't stop
Now all my peoples in Brooklyn ya don't stop
And all my peoples uptown ya don't stop
That includes the Bronx an' Harlem ya don't stop
Now to that girl Ramelle ya don't stop
I say because Ladies First ya don't stop
And to the JB's  ya don't stop
And De La Soul  ya don't stop
To my Brand Nubians ya don't stop
And to my Leaders of the New ya don't stop
To my man Large Professor ya don't stop
Pete Rock for the beat ya don't stop
Everybody in the place ya don't stop
Ya keep it on  to the rhythm  ya don't stop
And last but not least on the sure shot
It's the Zulu nation