Tom Coyne - Steve Biko (Stir It Up) lyrics

[Verse 1: Phife Dawg] Linden Boulevard represent, represent Tribe Called Quest represent, represent When the mic is in my hand, I'm never hesitant My favorite jam back in the day was Eric B. for Presi... Rude boy composer, step to me you're over Brothers wanna flex, you're not Mad Cobra MC short and black, there ain't no other Trini-born black like Nia Long's 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 knocking fleas off his collar Hip hop scholar since being knee high to a duck The height of Muggsy 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 [Verse 2: Q-Tip] Queens is in the house represent, represent A Tribe Called Quest represent, represent No taming of the style cause it gets irreverent A Tribe Called Quest represent, represent Huh-huh, here we go, you know that I'm the rebel Throwing out the wicked like God did the Devil Funky like your grandpa's drawers, don't test me We in like that, you're dead like Presley When we coming through get tickets to see me We work for the paper so there'll never be a freebie Lyrics are abundant cause we got it by the ma** Egos are all idle cause 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 [Hook](x2) Stir it up! Stir it up! Stir it up! Steve Biko [Verse 3: Phife Dawg & (Q-Tip)] 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 here's my proposition I let my lyrics flow, and juxt your whole position I'm radical with this like the man this song is after Yo Tip settle down, what's the reason for the laughter? (I really can't say, I guess I laugh to keep from crying So much going on, people k**ing, people dying But I won't dwell on that, I think I'll elevate my mental Thanks for these bars on the Biko instrumental) Yo I'll take it back, I'm the Indian giver MCs take notes as I stand and deliver Percussion isn't less, Ds wear the vest Why they dodging bullets, you should be dodging Quest Don't get me wrong, violence is not our forte I just like to rhyme, kick the lyric sk**s like Pelé Tip educate 'em, my rhymes are strictly taboo Fill 'em with some fantasies and I'll look out like Tattoo [Verse 4: Q-Tip] Ok, 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 freaking globe There's room for it all as we mingle at the mall We welcome competition cause it doesn't make one lazy or worn We gotta work hard, you know the damn card Try to be the phattest is the level that we strive Try to be the phattest also to stay alive