A Tribe Called Quest — The Chase, Part II

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I’m bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out
I’m bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out
I’m bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out
I’m bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out
I’m bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out
I’m bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out
I’m bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out
I’m bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out
I’m bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out
Them can’t touch we, no them can’t touch we
Them can’t hold we, no them can’t hold we
Them can’t touch we, no them can’t touch we

Them can’t hold we, no them can’t hold we
(Damn Phife, you got fat!)
Yeah, I know it looks pathetic
Ali Shaheed Muhammad got me doing calisthenics
Needless to say boy I’m bad to the bone
Making love to my mic like Jarobi on the phone
But um, no time for jokes, there’s bills to be paid
Hoes to be laid, punks to be sprayed
Chumps to attack, so my man watch your back
’93 means skills are a must, so never lack
Sit back and learn, come now watch the birdie
Your styles are incomplete, same as Vinny Testaverde
Battling, whenever—hot damn!
Give me the microphone boy, one time, bam!
Keep it on the cooler cos here come the heat
Lyrically in space the jazz will pace the beat
As we proceed to elevate you we in 4/4
Run and tell your dad the Abstract’s the bad
As we proceed to move your hind parts we know as ass
Poets got the gimmicks, but they lack the sassafras

To make the average hardrocker cock the Glock
And roam the city streets on the jury, they hot
I be ingredients, like sugar in candy
If your life is broke, girl I’ll be the handy-dandy
That can mend you, my fee is a shower
For you, I scrub the back and I floss the butt crack
Make you shiny, spiffy in a jiff
Fucking with the Ab, you got the greatest of gifts
A-yo, my mic is sounding bugged, Bob Power, you there? (Yeah)
Adjust the bass and treble make my shit sound clear (clear, clear, clear, clear)
I’m bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out
I’m bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out
I’m bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out
I’m bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out
I’m bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out
I’m bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out
I’m bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out
I’m bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out
I’m bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out
Move back yourself man, come watch me drop it
For sure me a go do it, for sure me a go rock it
Me not deal with no changaram, bangaram business
I got soul on the end, like Jehovah’s got the witness
Musically, the three, poetically we be
The enchantment on the airwaves, kids just fade
Obey the MCs, cos the MCs say
We flipping on niggas like we Super Dave

But noticing my stature, y’all niggas know we gotcha
Moving to the rapture, listen how we catch ya
Moving with the grace, here we go, let’s begin
Making people jump out their goddamn skin
Lyrically, we bite like we Rin Tin Tin
Peace to Grand Pu and his many many skins
Don’t mark us for the ‘L’ cos you know we get the wins
It’s the Ab, Shaheed, and the Dawg for the blend
(I’m bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out)
And I wanna say peace to my man Bob P, my man Jerod (I’m bound to wreck your
body and say turn the party out)
(I’m bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out)
(I’m bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out)
And Skeff Anslem on the help out — and we out like shout (I’m bound to wreck
your body and say turn the party out)

(I’m bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out)
(I’m bound to … turn the party out)
(I’m bound to … turn the party out)
Nine-tre, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh…
(I’m bound to … turn the party out)
I don’t wanna say nine-tre
(I’m bound to … turn the party out)
Cause my man Extra P said don’t say the years
(I’m bound to … turn the party out)
So, it’s for eternity, know what I’m saying?
(I’m bound to … turn the party out)
(I’m bound to … turn the party out)
Rock rock on, everybody in Queens, rock rock on
(I’m bound to … turn the party out)
(I’m bound to … turn the party out)
Everybody in Brooklyn, rock rock on
(I’m bound to … turn the party out)
Money Earnin’ Mt. Vernon, rock rock on
(I’m bound to … turn the party out)
Everybody in Jersey, rock rock on
(I’m bound to … turn the party out)
Everybody in Philly, rock rock on
(I’m bound to … turn the party out)
Everybody in Houston, rock rock on
(I’m bound to … turn the party out)
Everybody LA, rock rock on
(I’m bound to … turn the party out)
Everybody in The Sand, rock rock on
(I’m bound to … turn the party out)
Everybody in Egypt, rock rock on
(I’m bound to … turn the party out)
Everybody Nigeria, rock rock on
(I’m bound to … turn the party out)
Everybody in London, rock rock on
Everybody in Sweden, rock rock on
(I’m bound to … turn the party out)
Everybody everywhere, rock rock on

(I’m bound to … turn the party out)
To the niggas on the famous, rock rock on
(I’m bound to … turn the party out)
Everybody no name, rock rock on
(I’m bound to … turn the party out)
To the kids at Nu-Clear, rock rock on
(I’m bound to … turn the party out)
To the… The Cave rock rock on
McDonald’s, rock rock on
This concludes Midnight Marauder Program
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