Buggin'Out

A tribe called quest - Buggin' Out - diburnagua

Yo microphone check one two what is this

The five foot assassin' with the ruff neck business

I float like gravity never had a cavity

Got more rhymes than the Win ans got family

No need to sweat Arsenio to gain some type of fame

No shame in my game 'cause I'll always be the same

Styles upon styles upon styles is what I have

You wanna diss the Phifer but you still don't know the half

I sport New Balance sneakers to avoid a narrow path

Messin' round with this you catch the sizin' of 'em

I never half step 'cause I'm not a half stepper

Drink a lot of soda so they call me Dr Pepper

Refuse to compete with BS competition

Your name ain't Special Ed so won't you Suckle With the Mission

I never walk the streets think it's all about me

Even though deep in my heart it really could be

I just try my best to like go all out

Some might even say yo shorty black you're buggin' out

Uhh uhh uhh uh

Zulu Nation brothers that's creation

Minds get flooded ejaculation right on the two inch tape

The Abstract poet incognito runs the cape

Not the best not the worst and occasionally I curse to get my

Point across so bust the floss

As I go in between the grit and the dirt

Listen to the mission listen Miss as I do work umm

As I crack the monotone children of the jazz so get your own

Smokin' R&B cause they try to do me

Or the best of the pack but they can't do rap for it's Abstract original

You can't get your own and that's pitiful

I know I'd be the man if I cold yanked the plug

On R&B but I can't and that's bugged

Buggin' out buggin' out buggin' out you're buggin' out

Buggin' out buggin' out buggin' out you're buggin' out

Buggin' out buggin' out buggin' out you're buggin' out

Buggin' out buggin' out buggin' out you're buggin' out

Yo when you bug out you usually have a reason for the action

Sometimes you don't it's just for mere satisfaction

People be houndin' always surroundin'

Pulsin' just like a migraine poundin'

You don't really fret you stay in your sense

Comafied your feeling of absolute tense

You soar off to another world deep in your mind

But people seem to take that as being unkind

Oh yo he's acting stank really on a regal

A man of the fame not a man of the people

Believe that if you wanna but I tell you this much

Riding on the train with no dough sucks

Once again a case of your feet in my Nike's

If a crowd is in my realm I'm saying Mic please

Hip-hop is living can't yank the plug

If you do the result will end up kind of bugged

Yo I am not an invalid although I used to smoke the w**d out

Ali Shaheed Muhammad used to say I had to be out

Schemin' on the cookies with the crazy boomin' back buns

Pushin' on the real hardest so we can have the big fun

When I left for Rosie I was Boulevard status

Battling a MC was when Tip was at his baddest

It was one MC after one MC