Muhammad With a Nerve - Jtyn

Here you stand with tears in your eyes Crying into my arms Pleading with me to take you back Teasing me with your charms But you got a nerve to come 'round here After all you've said and done I thought I had seen everything Obviously, I was wrong 'Cause where were you when the sun went down Skies turned dark and gray? Where were you when the north winds blew Honey, tell me where were you? I heard you were living down in Brazil With them high class friends of mine I can't believe I was so naive Did I never once cross your mind? You told them all, I was down and out My existence you even denied Oh, what pleasure it gives me now To know that you're bleeding inside You were my life, you were my breath You were every move I ever made But recently my opinion's changed The joke's on you, I'm afraid 'Cause I have a woman so beautiful For you I could no longer wait Please go away, you may spoil everything Your love has turned up too late Go away, go away Please, please, go away I loved you once, I don't love you now Please, please, go away

(Q-Tip) Dip dip dive, to the socialised Issued rhythms that are on the rise Step right up, with an opened circuit Get this current, don't you know it's worth it Presented with, Tribe's intricity Compared, don't you know? Vibe electricity Strong like a bomb, quick like a comet Can I get whatever from Mr. Muhammad? *Ali scratches interlude* (Q-Tip) If Muhammad has the breaks, who will have the backs? (Whispered) Bodies set it up all flow to rhythm stack Okay I see my brother (huh), you know what we can do (what?) Cruise with the rhythms (hah), Shaheed will lead us too (yeah) Posin with the hotties (huh), harder than the hard (hard) Still Muhammad plays with a full deck of cards (card) The Tribe's stuff is present (yeah), established with the beat (beat) We roll around on wheels (huh) or utilise the feet (feet) Go and keep progressin (huh), egos of the Tribe (Tribe) If we have to swing it (uhh) we won't take a dive (dive) Comprende my compadre? (Yeah) Kid you want some more? (Yeah) Muhammad push the button (huh), sample sing the score (ho) Brothers try to pose, up with the Tribesmen Rhythm on your toes, yes it's the funk again Appreciate the flow, denounce the circuit breakers Do it with the best, the movers and the shakers Bustin out your heap,? my vehicle Burnin up the felts, rhythm's up to me It will be strong like a bomb, quick like a comet Can I get a whatever from Mr. Muhammad? *Ali scratches interlude* (Phife) Sitting on the dock (huh), fin' to make a wish (word) Muhammad oh Muhammad (huh), damn you're quite a dish (dish) Fondeling the groove (groove), with the mystic sense (sense) Honeys won't you try (huh), they push you in the tents (tents) But I don't give a damn (word), rhythms make you swing (huh) If you don't like it (no), you can pucker up (hoo) You listenin Mr. Quayle (yeah), if you're hiding just give up (hoo) I'm a rhythm monster (wild), who's out on a prowl (yeah) Muhammad gives a hoot (hoot) like Woodsy the Owl (yeah) Comprende my compadre (uh huh)? Kid you want some more (word)? Muhammad push the button, sample sing the score (ooh)