Glamour And Glitz

A Tribe Called Quest

Verse One: Q-Tip Yup yup yup To the North to the South to the East to the West I don't discriminate boy I bring it to your chest If you oppose, then your soul will decompose Strive to get money and I'm not no hoe Fresher than the air that you're breathing through your nose Fuller than the kicks that you're puttin on your toes You can ask Bo but yo that nigga don't know About the dominant factor the accurate rapper Here's the next chapter, page ninety-five Niggaz so hard it's a wonder they alive But yo we still survive through the danger that lurks My eyes remain wide while you ask like Urk and yo my Family Matters, so all you mad hatters Put your thinking caps on and motherfuckin brainstorm Cause I got the plan that wins and can't lose Your man knows who's nice say Tip he'll say "True" A lot of these jokers out here is blase I'll be rockin mikes until a horse says hey Some are preoccupied with glamour and glitz Actin all boogee and making big movies But I'll be in the cut call me Incognito Busy makin joints that will bump for my people You're listening to a man who was something for nothing Stay in me forever head, never be frontin Chorus: repeat 2X Once in a while we have fun in the mix [never ever] In to good living, but some be into glitz [true dat] Everybody knew, all the fellas and the chicks [trigga E] Gotta wear a shoe that fits all my peoples Verse Two: C'mon word, check it out now [you out there?] Uh, uh, check it out now [you out there?] What? Uh, check it out now [louder! louder!] [louder! louder!] Uh, check it out, yo Peace to the girl named Hurricane G Peace to my girl named Dawn Paris Peace to the Organzied Kon-fus-ion Peace to all my shorties that be dying too young Peace to both coasts and the land in between Peace to your man if you're doing your thing Peace to my peoples who was incarcerated Asalaam alaikum means peace, don't debate it Devouring, and towering over fools Your mic is broke and my shit's cool The black man with the understandin of The three wise men and the theories of Zen Yo I get inside the crevice like a dentist Disrupt, the block, like Dennis, the Menace Shaheed is on the needle, the shit it won't weeble or wobble, your rhymes is mixed up like Boggle Bingo! That was the damn dog's name But yo I know another one with much more fame The Phife Dawg, and that's my word to the cipher About to bring it to your chest and cause strife check it out You're doubling back, to your rhyming pad What I represent is MC's gone mad In a perfect world there's imperfect acts We've come like a God to redirect alla that So people with a gift can just flaunt and get money So much, we in the bank that the shit ain't funny Money is invested in real estate and stocks But not inside the glamour cuz all of that stops Outro: Consequence Yo dis the Cons to the Quence up in ya like a stiff one, knowhatImean? It's nine-five, you got to live it or rip it So if you step on the streets keep it movin, knowhatImean? Chorus

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