The Low End Theory

Yo, microphone check one two what is this The five foot assassin' with the ruff neck business I float like gravity, never had a cavity Got more rhymes than the Win ans got family No need to sweat Arsenio to gain some type of fame No shame in my game

It's a fly love song To the effect of nothing, effective fronting Is what I don't allow so let me tell you something I am a bonafide Not too modest and not a lot of pride Soon to have a ride and a home to reside If my momma is sick I'm by her beside

Here we go yo, here we go yo So what, so what, so what's the scenario? Here we go yo, here we go yo So what, so what, so what's the scenario? Aiyyo Bo knows this (What?) And Bo knows that (What?) But Bo don't know jack cause Bo can't rap Well whaddya

Do you know the importance of a Skypager? Welcome to Those who don't believe, see you're laid behind Got our Skypagers on all the time Hurry up and get yours 'cuz I got mine Especially if you do shows, they come in fine If you're with a G and you're

A Tribe Called Quest Verses From The Abstract Q-tip: I had a dream about my man last night And my man came by the studio And his name is... Busta rhymes in effect, shaheed is in effect Phife did-awg is in effect Check it out and give me my 'spect I'm

Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden We used to kick routines and presence was fittin' It was I, The Abstract And me, the five footer I kicks the mad style so step off the frankfurter Yo, Phife, you remember that routine That we used to make s

We got the jazz We got the jazz We got the jazz We got the jazz We got the jazz We got the jazz We got the jazz We got the jazz Stern firm and young with a laid back tongue The aim is to succeed and achieve at twenty-one Just like Ringling Brothers,

Back in the days when I was a teenager Before I had status and before I had a pager You could find the Abstract listening to hip hop My pops used to say, it reminded him of be-bop I said, "Well daddy, don't you know that things go in cycles The way t

Let me flaunt the style, I think that the time's near That we drop studs , there will be no duds here Rappers play the dumb, kinda on the space tip But when they hear the jams, they be on the dilsnick Now I'm not for the rock, I know the territory Go

1988 Senior Year, Garvey High Where all the guys were corny but the girls were mad fly Loungin with the Tipster, Coolin with Sha Scopin out the honeys - they know who they are I was the b-ball playin fly rhyme sayin Fly girl gettin but never was I sw