A Tribe Called Quest - Mobius lyrics

[Verse 1: Consequence] I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills Dream about Bugattis and other four-wheels They say Illuminati and other ordeals Is how my lawyer got me to avoid a raw deal And now it’s more real than it is for any other star And that’s enough to have you tearing up the mini-bar I should probably get awards when the Emmys are For how I deal with the path like Remy Ma I get in the car like a sniper’s on the roof now But don’t confuse how you see me, have to move now I got bars like the cypher’s in the booth now Ooo, child, things are gonna get easier ‘Long as they get my page right on Wikipedia ‘Long as they say my name right in the media If you don’t, that’s a sin like Cincinnati ‘Cause ever since I had the polo suit at the Grammys I been spittin’ at the camera like Trick Daddy So swag, he could have broke up with IG I ain’t surprised that they broke up on IG I got the game on IV Might as well have a live feed Keep a fresh cut from Aunt B So I always match the picture in my ID They packin’ Dub C and run with MAC 10 I was still a baby Similac then And what the crack era did to black men It had to be an error if you had a Cadillac then [Vere 2: Busta Rhymes] How I rock mine, I throw it up Makin’ sure that you n***as all are on the same page Powerful force, you better look both ways f** that, I’m chokin’ n***as, it’s goin’ down I’m from a different cloth, we the oracles of the sound Skip town, hit ’em with impeccable pound Lost, found, the way I flood it, n***as gon’ drown Rip sh**….oh, wait, wait, wait, wait…. I gotta do it again, I gotta do it again You already know the script, roundhouse kick She lookin’ at me, lickin’ her lip Put my arm around her like a bowl of chip with the dip With your b**h, what the f**, n***as erupt I got the half moon clip, that’s banana, a good planner A new anger like a larger Bruce Banner, out the house n***a, if you open your mouth Damn, n***a, if you open you mouth f** the press, I’m leavin’ every room in a mess Like herds of bulls with they aprons on and bakin’ soda Keep it movin’, keep the convo short and bring a case of Henny House of Pain, I control many House of lies, where n***as go run, hide Peep the way the scribe conflict with they real lives (n***a) Phonetic sh**, we go bizarre Bad news for n***as as I go emphatical, radical Mention no animals, roamin’ like a czar Every time I blah for the record, the sh** splatter The whole data, no bullsh**, the boom bapper I pull the gat up, whip the ship, come to bat up When I pull up too n***as even your momma goin’ scatter