One Tribe Ringtones

One, two, one, two One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two Yo, it's the Q-Tip, you know I get down Yes, I rock to the rhythm of a funky sound It go one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two And it's the Phife Dawg and I do the same And when it comes to rippin' mics, aiyyo, it ain't no games One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two Aiyyo, you know it's Busta Rhymes, every time Oh yes, I'm comin' wicked with the new design I'm sayin' one, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two One, wa, wa, one, one, two, one, two MC's ain't coming equipped with the rhymes Don't do the crime if you can't do the time The time is eternal when you play with the miser Soul is in my body and the health make me wiser The tantalizing wordplay, yeah, that's the joint Sometimes I have to cuss just to prove my damn point Brothers need to come with better compositions I write and recite to make good position In this rap game here, we engineer Stabbin' up the jam, yeah, son, shit's clear And I be kickin' rhymes in my own damn way Beatin' niggaz to the punch like Sugar Ray Got the cool-ass style, that's cooler than the cool My lyrics is the bullet and the mic is the tool Peace to C Seventy Three and C Seventy Fo' Do a little somethin' when I'm out on tour Comin' thru like narcotics for the antibiotics Flappin' shorty's stockings to the Space-like Sprockets What you really need to do is just boogie your ass It's not gassed, we got to make the good times last Let the good times roll 'cuz we in control Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll Let the good times roll, let the good times roll Take you out on your high, less you payin' a toll Question Why is that MC's be wack And major labels wanna sound like crap? Aiyyo, funk dat Word to life, I'm comin' rugged 'Cuz once you add the hip to the hop, kid, it equals out to love If the beat's fat I use it, some wack shit, I lose it Refuse it, how could you chose it, it stinks renuse it Put down the mic kid 'cuz you gets no dap How long did it take for you to see you can't rap? The name is Phife Dawg and I got nuff style It doesn't take long for me to get buckwild So bust what I'm swingin', what I'm swingin' when I swing I rap when I rap 'cuz I never wanna sing Go ask the last MC what happened when he said battle I bust his ass in Cleveland, now he's Sleepless in Seattle Rude bwoy official comin' with the ill grammar Comin' back on kids like Joey Montana We be the three MC's to make your mind go batty Mad play on WKRP in Cincinnati So Lord, send a hon, if ya kyant send a han sen a man An if ya kyan sen a man, come yaself 'Cuz all deez bitin' MC's, lawd dem somethin' else See, I kick the styles that'll make ya ass melt Money on my mind so never mind a trick New York is the town and the team is the Knicks World's greatest five footer, rippin' parties apart Here comes Shaheed with the big green shark Never had to rhyme about feelin' what with lead Never mind dat mon here come de dread We comin' far, far, far Busta Rhymes is comin' far, far, far Ya know ya hear me Star Bet your bottom dollah Right after this jam about one million, one two niggaz go follow Whether it be today or tomorrow Niggaz be collaboratin' sickening You beat them like they father Oh, shit, check out what I saying Ah hah, ah hah, oh, ah hah, ah, hah You know my niggaz don't be playing Once upon a mah, hah, hacking time I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes To define, lyrical sensations Black masons blowin' up the spot Just to represent the Nations Three dimensions, tri-clops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes Fat like a burger and fries Mama so mama saa mamma ma kosah Go back to the country to go check my grand mama Eeeyah, bring it to the table at the meetings Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings As I carry on with my proceedings Greetings, watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place I hope you find civilized every soul and every race Sit, dog sit Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit

You and me, we really have eyes for miles Standing here, our feet go straight through the ground Your arms surround me, your gravity has found me Rise with me, we're gonna head straight to the top when I say And I'm feeling high Straight to the top (You have already contempted this place. My voice will be heard! For I am the living man) Wanted you to be the one! I don't know who to be, because I don't know if I can do it Take me Take me on! Wanted you to be the one I said, I don't know if I can do it Every time, I feel Like I could fail. we're going Straight to the top! Your hands have found me Like chains now they have bound me Your head in my heart I can't tell now from then, apart My eyes they see you Is it a dream or is that the real you? Rise with me Were gonna head... Straight to the top when I say Woah and I'm feeling High! Straight to the top (What use have I for a voice of ruin? I am not part of your corporate fiction For I am the living man!) Wanted you to be the one! I don't know who to be, because I don't know if I can do it Take me Take me on! Wanted you to be the one I said, I don't know if I can do it Every time, I feel Like I could fail. we're going Straight to the top! Wanted you to be the one! I don't know who to be, because I don't know if I can do it Take me Take me on! Wanted you to be the one I said, I don't know if I can do it Every time, I feel Like I could fail. we're going Straight to the top!

Born into the nest as a temporary home Living like a pest always reaching from the host Getting held back from the water on the coast This city gives me less when I'm searching for the most Tribe I was left inside this maze and that's where I'll fucking stay Stuck inside these bounds that I wanna set ablaze Definition of respect is to smile and fucking wave Treat me like a dog stuck inside a fucking cage Tribe Got me in a mothеr fucking Cage Cage Got me in a mothеr fucking Cage Tribe

I don't know when I all of a sudden stopped belonging here With all of these faces I was one in The same as I rearranged they disappeared And no one knows me anymore When I got tired of thinking like everybody else I'd block my ears and whisper to myself Why don't you let let it go little girl Cause what this world needs is for you to be exactly who you want to Let, let it go little girl And when the voices multiply and crowd around her Promise me she is gonna sing a little louder And so I've grown and come to know a different kind of home Where we're not alone You're not alone never alone little girl you see our blue blood It sparkles with this art and words written up and down our arms And we are yours yes you belong little girl Let, let it go And when the voices multiply and try to drown her She's gonna sing she'll sing until the tribe has found her

I am strong I am invincible I am woman, I am woman I am woman, hear me roar In numbers too big to ignore And I know too much to go back and pretend 'Cause I've heard it all before And I've been down there on the floor No one's ever gonna keep me down again Oh yes, I am wise But it's wisdom born of pain Yes, I've paid the price But look much I gained If I have to, I can do anything I am strong I am invincible I am woman, I am woman I am strong (strong) I am invincible (invincible) I am woman, I am woman(woman, woman) You can bend men but never break me Cause it only serves to make me More determined to achieve my final goal(final goal) And I come right back even stronger Not a little girl any longer Cause you've deepened the conviction in my soul(in my soul) Oh yes, I am wise But it's wisdom born of pain Yes, I've paid the price But look how much I gained If I have to, I can do anything I am strong (strong) I am invincible (i am invincible) I am woman, i am woman I am strong (strong) I am invincible (invincible) I am woman, i am woman I am strong I am invinvible I am woman I am woman I am strong I am invincible I am woman I am woman

Yeah, Bobby's on the street for more Says he's tired of living so low I just want a cigarette I just want to stay in bed Yeah, Sally's on her back again Says she's tired of living this way My father's like a silhouette Shadows me when I'm in bed I just want to fly my freak flag I just want to fly my freak flag Come on, join our tribe Come on, join our tribe Come on and join Come on and join Come on and join Yeah, we're poor and we're living hard With the others while they're living large Let's get some land and we'll get a boat Plant some trees and dig a moat I just want to fly my freak flag I just want to fly my freak flag Come on, join our tribe Come on, join our tribe Come on, join our tribe Come on, join our tribe Yeah, Bobby's on the street for more Says he's tired of living so low Yeah, I just want a cigarette I just want to stay in bed Yeah, Sally's on her back again Praying that she won't let him in My father's like a silhouette Shadows me when I'm in bed I just want to fly my freak flag I just want to fly my freak flag Come on, join our tribe Come on, join our tribe I just want to fly my freak flag I just want to fly my freak flag Come on, join our tribe Come on, join our tribe

I swear to tell the truth The whole truth and nothing but the truth So help me God In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost Amen Sodomy, fellatio Cunnilingus, pederasty Father, why do these words sound so nasty? Masturbation can be fun Join the holy orgy, "Kama Sutra" Everyone!

This is a joint, provided Inhale, very deeply, like, sss... Like that After you inhale Do not exhale immediately And then, exhale Got that? Alright everybody Now going to light up And you inhale Like, sss... Hold it in with your diaphragm For a count of ten You said we should count to ten How fast should we count? Just fast enough, so that you don't pass out Curl off the edges of your mouth So that you let in a lot of oxygen And low smoke And then, exhale This is a joint, provided Inhale, very deeply, like, sss... Like this After you inhale Do not exhale immediately Like that Do not repeat Do not hold onto the joint This is called Bacardi joint and it is very rude

This one's for you This one's for you I think I made it I think I made it, I think I made it 'Cause I'm always smiling, and you are the reason now Girl, I can't explain it It's all in the timing, I had to get low, I had to get low I had to get back, I had to report I had to get facts, 'cause you are just that, you that Girl, you share your truths with me and I find 'em true A muse, you in the booth with me Can't spend no time on the nickle and dime'n I got me a girl, she don't want no diamonds A daily reminder to holla at God Like, "Where did you find her? Good looking, my nigga" Everything around me, I took it Did it with only the niggas I knew And a few niggas I thought I knew better There go my bitches, I always do better But, you're more top echelon My next probably be a step backwards Niggas front when they get struck with love Like the drama majors, be the best actors I'm done with all that tough acting John Madden would've saw it happen, and so it happens My niggas want life's good things, they still dreaming And you deserve 'em too, I'ma do it just so it happens I think I made it, I think I made it 'Cause I'm always smiling, and you are the reason now Girl, I can't explain it It's all in the timing, I had to get low, I had to get low I had to get back, I had to report I had to get facts, 'cause you are just that, you that You share your truths with me and I find 'em true A muse, you in the booth with me La, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la (this one's for you) La, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la (this one's for you) La, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la (I'm hella faded) La, la, la, la, la (yeah) La, la, la, la, la I'm hella faded, I'm hella faded These niggas been hating, I don't know the reason now Sometimes I feel jaded They don't see the real me They only know Cole, they only know Co-ole I had to get back I had to resort to turning my back I'm doing just that, true that I thought He was through with me But that wasn't true The proof? You in the coupe with me God shuffled the cards, dealt me a hand with impossible odds Put a obstacle course up Look, and I conquered them all (conquered them all) With minimal effort, I'm fresher than sock in your drawer (fuck) They spinning my records so heavy, I'm topping the Forbes Stuck in a rock in a hard place though Is it true what they say? The higher you go, the longer the fall? Will I drop to the floor? The knock on the door was on queue I thought that I saw it all, 'til I saw you Now I call you when the sun shines and the rain dries up I'm a pit bull, but for you, I be on chain tied up (one more time) In the backyard, with a muzzle on, tail wagging like Oregon Trail Waiting on you to come through just like you do, well... I think I made it, I think I made it 'Cause I'm always smiling, and you are the reason now Girl, I can't explain it It's all in the timing, I had to get low, I had to get low I had to get back, I had to report I had to get facts, 'cause you are just that, you that You share your truths with me and I find 'em true A muse, you in the booth with me La, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la (this one's for you) La, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la (this one's for you) La, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la (this one's for you) La, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la I think I made it I think I made it I think I made it I think I made it 'Cause I'm always smiling, and you are the reason now

[Q-Tip] Babies babble on, they lookin for excuses Game for the buzzer who kicked it to the losers Lame as a brain, could be, golly gee If you see a shrink he'll charge you a fee If you see me ya see the fee is nothing [Fee will be for patience] all that's no fronting What is a party if it doesn't really rock? What is a poet? All balls, no cock What is a war if it doesn't have a general? What's channel nine if it doesn't have Arsenio? What is life if you don't have fun? What is a what if you ain't got a gun? What's Ali without Shaheed Muhammad? Nothing. [Calpekur] makes you vomit What is a Quest if the players ain't willing? What is a pence if you don't have a shilling? Excuse me if I'm chillin, hey what, say what What's a fat man without food in his gut? What's a child birth, without the umbilical? What's United Parcel, without the deliverer? What's momma-san, without poppa-san? What's martial arts without Daniel-San? What's Rasheed without Tonya, Tamika? What's orange juice and Doug E. Doug without Shaniqua? Not a not a not a, not a damn thing What's Duke Ellington without that swing? What's Alex Haley if it doesn't have roots? What's a weekend if you ain't knockin boots? What's a black nation, without black unity? What is a child who doesn't know pubery? What is my label when I exit boom status? What's menage-a-tois, or, that is What is sex when you have three people? What are laws if they ain't fair and equal? What's Clark Kent without a telephone booth? What is a liquor if it ain't 80 proof? What are the youth if they ain't rebellin? What's Raplh Cramden, if he ain't yellin At Ed Norton, what is coke snortin? What is position if there is no contortin? What is hip-hop if it doesn't have violence? Chill for a minute, Doug E. Fresh said silence *Four second pause* What is a glock if you don't have a clip? What's a lollipop without the Good Ship? What's S&M if you don't have chains? What's a con artist if he doesn't have brains? What's America without greed and glamour? What's an MC if he doesn't have stamina? What's music fractured without Mr. Walt? What's Trugoy without a phrase called torte? What's Kris Lighty if he wasn't such a baby? What is a woman if she didn't say maybe? Baby laid down, I removed the frown What would be my penal cord if it wasn't brown? What is a paper without a president? What is a compound without a element? What is a jam if you don't spike the punch? Was it Bruce Lee if you don't like brunch? Oooh ooh, it's like that you keep goin Freak freak y'all cause you know that we showin What to go what to go what to go what to go what To go what to go what to go what to go

1988 Senior Year at Garvey High Where all the guys were corny but the girls were mad fly Lounging with the Tipster, cooling with Sha Scoping out the honeys—they know who they are I was the b-ball playing, fly rhyme saying Fly girl getting but never was I sweating Cause when it came to honeys I would go on a stroll Until I met my match—her name was Flo Yeah, I messed around with the one called Flo All the troopers 'round the way used to call her a ho But deep down in my heart I knew that Flo was good to go Cause I thought it was me like Bell Biv Devoe But little did I know that she was playing with my mind The only thing I learned is good girls are hard to find I feel like Heavy D I need somebody for me Not someone whose mind is blank And trying to juice me for my banks Swinging with my main man Lucky behind my back What type of crap is that—yo, how's about a smack? Word life, I can't front, thought I was all that But now it seems, I've met my match I was a stone cold lover, you couldn't tell me jack Settling down with one girl, wasn't trying to hear that I had Tonya, Tamika, Sharon, Karen, Tina, Stacy, Julie, Tracy Used to love 'em, leave 'em, skeeze 'em, tease 'em Find 'em, lose 'em - also abuse 'em My whole attitude was new day, next hon And believe it or not, they all got done Well here comes Flo, with the crazy whip appeal And I'm all true man, like Alexander O'Neal Is this really love, then again how would I know After all this time trying to be a Super Ho She finally played me, but yo I'd find another Cause I got the crazy game and yo, I'm smooth like butter It's like Butter, it's like butter baby It's like Butter, it's like butter baby It's like Butter, it's like butter baby It's like Butter, it's like butter baby It's like Butter, it's like butter baby It's like Butter, like the butter baby Not no Parkay, not no margarine, Strickly butter baby, strictly butter baby I remember when girls were goodie two shoes but now they turned to freaks All of a sudden ("We love you Phife") Ease off ho, my name's Malik Phife this, Phife that, where you going, where you at These girls don't know me from jack, yet I feel like the Mack You didn't want me then, so yo hon, don't want me now Here, Here - take the towel, wipe off your brow And take the contact out your eye, you're far from looking fly You get an E for effort, and T for nice try Now tell me what's the reason, for dying your hair Slum village gold still dangling in your ear You barely have a neck but still sporting a rope Four-finger ring just so Phife can scope You looked in the mirror, didn't know what to do Yesterday your eyes were brown but today they are blue Your whole appearance is a lie and it could never be true And if you really liked yourself then you would try and be you If your hair and eyes were real, I wouldn't have dissed ya But since it was bought, I had to dismiss ya But if you can't achieve it, then why not try and weave it If you can't extend it then you might as well suspend it If you can't braid it, best thing to do is fade it I asked who did your hair and you tell me Diane made it If you were you and just you, talk to you, maybe But I can't stand, no bionic lady Trying hard to look fly, but yo, you're looking dumber If I wanted someone like you I would've swung with Jaime Sommers You wanna be treated right, see Father MC Or check Ralph Tresvant, for sensitivity Cause I am not the one, I got more game than Parker Brothers Phife Dog is on the mic and I'm smooth like butter

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 that Bobby Brown is just ampin like Michael It's all expected, things are for the lookin If you got the money, Quest is for the bookin Come on everybody, let's get with the fly modes Still got room on the truck, load the back boom Listen to the rhyme, to get a mental picture Of this black man, through black woman victim Why do I say that, cuz I gotta speak the truth man Doing what we feel for the music is the proof and Planted on the ground, the act is so together Bonafide strong, you need leverage to sever The unit, yes, the unit, yes, the unit called the jazz is Deliberately cheered LP filled with street goods You can find it on the rack in your record store (store) If you get the record, then your thoughts are adored And appreciated, cause we're ever so glad we made it We work hard, so we gotta thank God Dishin out the plastic, do the dance till you're spastic If you dis... it gets drastic Listen to the rhymes, cuz its time to make gravy If it moves your booty, then shake, shake it baby All the way to Africa a.k.a. The Motherland (uh) Stick out the left, then I'll ask for the other hand That's the right hand, Black Man (man) Only if you are noted as my man (man) If I get the credit, then I'll think I deserve it If you fake moves, don't fix your mouth to word it Get in the zone of positivity, not negativity Cuz we gotta strive for longevity If you botch up, what's in that (ass) (what?) A pair of Nikes, size ten-and-a-half (come on, come on) We gotta make moves Never, ever, ever could we fake moves (come on, come on) "Time. time is a ship on a merciless sea Drifting toward an average of nothingness Until it can be retarded for it's own destiny TIME is an inanimate object Praying and praying and praying for? Time is DANCING, moving lingering all memories of past." We gotta be a winner all the time Can't fall prey to a hip hop crime With the dope raps and dope tracks for you for blocks From the fly girlies to the hardest of the rocks Musically the Quest, is on the rise We on these Excursions so you must realize That continually, I pop my Zulu If you don't like it, get off the Zulu tip So what can you do in the times which exist You can't fake moves on your brother or your sis But if your sis is a (bitch), brother is a jerk Leave 'em both alone and continue with your work Whatever it may be in today's society Everything is fair, at least that how it seems to me You must be honest and true to the next Don't be phony and expect one not to flex Especially if you rhyme, you have to live by the pen Your man is your man, then treat him like your friend All it is, is the code of the streets So listen to the knowledge bein dropped over beats Beats that are hard, beats that are funky It could get you hooked like a crackhead junkie What you gotta do to is know that the Tribe is in the sphere The Abstract Poet, prominent like Shakespeare Edgar Allan Poe, it don't stop (uh!) "Time is running out on black power Africans today And whites blacks and reporters at night Everytime you see them? with their tongues hangin out Time is running and past and passing and running Running and past and passing and running (excursions)"