A Tribe Called Quest - Steve Biko (Stir It Up) lyrics

[Phife] Linden Boulevard represent, represent Tribe Called Quest represent, represent When the mic is in my hand, I'm never hesitant My favourite jam back in the day was Eric B. for President Rude boy composer Step to me you're over Brothers wanna flex Youre not Mad Cobra MC short and black There aint no other Trini-born black like Mia Longs grandmother Tip and Sha they all that, Phife-Dawg ditto Honey tell your man to chill, or else you'll be a widow Did not you know that my styles are top-dollar? The Five-Foot Assa**in knockin fleas off his collar Hip-hop scholar since bein knee-high to a duck The height of Mugsy Bogues, complexion of a hockey puck You better ask somebody on how we flip the script Come to a Tribe show and watch the three kids rip [Q-Tip] Queens is in the house represent, represent A Tribe Called Quest represent, represent No tamin of the style cuz it gets irreverent A Tribe Called Quest represent, represent Huh-huh, here we go You know that I'm the rebel Throwin out the wicked like God did the Devil Funky like your grandpas drawers, dont test me We in like that, youre dead like Presley When we comin through get tickets to see me We work for the paper so therell never be a preemie Lyrics are abundant cuz we got it by the ma** Egos are all idle cuz the music is the task Valenzuela on the pitch, curveball, catch it I think I got it locked, just smooth while I latch it Right Now I must move with the quickness Here comes Shaheed so we must bear the witness [Chorus] Stir It Up [x3] Steve Biko Stir It Up [x3] Steve Biko [Verse 2] [Phife] New York City represent, represent A Tribe Called Quest represent, represent The Dawg is scientific with the styles I invent A Tribe Called Quest represent, represent MCs like to meddle, but heres my proposition I let my lyrics flow, and jumped your whole position I'm radical with this like the man this song is after Yo Tip settle down, whats the reason for the laughter? [Q-Tip] I really cant say, I guess I laugh to keep from cryin So much goin on, people k**in, people dyin But I wont dwell on that, I think I'll elevate my mental Thanks for these bars on the Biko instrumental [Phife] Yo I take it back, Im the Indian giver MCs take notes as I stand and deliver Percussion isnt less, D's wear the vest While they dodgin bullets, you should be dodgin Quest Dont get me wrong, violence is not our forte I just like to rhyme, kick the lyric sk**s like Pele Tip educateem, my rhymes are strictly taboo Fill em with some fantasies and I'll look out like Tattoo [Q-Tip] Okay I am recognizing that the voice inside my head is urging me to be myself but never follow someone else Because opinions are like voices we all have a different kind So just clean out all of your ears these are my views and you will find that we revolutionize over the kick and the snare The ghetto vocalist is on a state-wide tear Soon to be the continent and then the freakin globe Theres room for it all as we mingle at the ball We welcome competion cuz it doesnt make one lazy or worn We gotta work hard, you know the damn card Try to be the fattest is the level that we strive Try to be the fattest also to stay alive