A Tribe Called Quest — Pad & Pen

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This is the master D-Life
As we set it off with my mans A Tribe Called Quest
And uhh, we got to do it like this baby
We got to do it like that baby
We got the good shit not the bullshit, You know what I mean? Ha hah
We bout to count it down, we bout to count it off
It goes a-one, two, three, and…
Malik we gettin back into that shit again
And when we rhyme, brothers need to break they pens, uh-oh
It’s The Love Movement never ends
The rap game’ll never be the same again
(Phife Dawg where you at baby?) We came again
Here I come again, you feelin fine?
The Dawg is like a overflowin rhyme from mind
Usually mess with shorties whose a 8 or 9
Shorty bump around to the bass-line
F keeps a burner on the waist-line
Y’all cat’s trick it off, I ain’t wastin mine

You feel the uniqueness, you seekin this?
And when we do it, we be freakin this
Don’t even front, you know you feelin this
My shade is borderin around licorice (licorice)
Enjoyin this tune, glad you playin it
(Aiyyo Phife what’s the hook?)
Here we sayin it, SAYIN IT, SAYIN IT
Chorus: with D-Life
My pad and my pen (ah ah, you didn’t go there)
The beat and the blend (say word, you didn’t go there)
The party won’t end (you know, we got to be there)
Just keep gettin’ ends, buildin with friends, yo
One love, one life, and one destiny
It seems that the devil keeps testin me
Got the illest part of the recipe
Yo tell your homegirl to stop stressin me (stop it)
Undressin me is the part you really like

Brothers hold the cracks now they holdin mics
The cusses you get, they feelin steady rights
Marauders, we did that shit at Mid-night, a-ah-aight-aight
I love it when my honeydip be slobbin me
Don’t take it personal, it’s just comedy
My comedy completely turned to tragedy
I sense some of these rappers still be mad at me
Sweatin her because of her anatomy
When I bang you it’ll be assault and battery
Don’t make me discombobulate your microphone
Talkin trash will only get you freakin head, flown
Uhh, buy em out the box, never batty ones
Get in that ass like karate son
My outlook on life, sometimes it’s lookin grim
We manage a smile, sometimes we slip it in

My Tribe be worldwide like the Nike swoosh
Emcees be soundin moist like vagina juice
The top of the world, we pursuin it
Don’t worry about a thing, cause we doin it
That’s the way we do. c’mon, that’s the way we do
It’s the nigga D-Life, with T-C-Q
That’s the way we are. and the beat won’t stop
Got to blow it up for the top.
Didn’t think you knew how we rock.