Chorus(scratching):
   Clap your hands now
  
   Phife:
   Brothas know the flavs when the Quest gets loose
   Slammin sucka fuckas like the wrestler Zeus
   Crazier than Tupac in that flick called Juice
   Cock is longer than the hat worn by Dr. Seuss
   Love a girl in Daisy Dukes like them kids called Deuce
   Gets paid to sex the hoochie like my main man Luke
   Control the mic like Denzel on the girls
   Wack MCs be on the nuts like Rocket J. Squirrel
   The worst thing in the world is a sucka MC
   Favorite rap group in the world is EPMD
   Can't forget the De La, the two originality
   And if I ever went solo, my favorite MC would be me
   Phife Dawg up in the house, I give a shout out to Snoopy
   Peace to all the Questers, to hell with the groupies
   Like um, Ralph up to Potsie, Brooklyn to Dodger
   Laverne to Shirley, Rerun to Roger
   Ren to the Stimpy, Laurel to Hardy
   Q-Tip and Phifer, they mashed up the party
   Kick the rhymes and more rhymes
   Kick the beats and more beats
   We'll have you scratchin in your head, like trying all techniques
   For those who wanna oppose, just take a stand
   But for now, just shut your shit and clap your hands
  
   chorus:
  
   Q-Tip:
   You just wanna dance man, then clap your hands
   If you venture up the wrong road, then the circumstance...
   Will be crucial, I got hundreds of rhymes that'll suit you
   So listen
   The Abstract intuition is very very worthy
   I can feel ya out from Russia to Jersey
   Can't understand, the underground, it gets deep
   The low, the Nikes, the links, the jeeps
   The women, the lingo and all the other goods
   Peace to the hoods, that keep my shit on play
   Please don't do the mute when you hear me on the juke
   Brothas know my angle, it's the Star-Spangled black banner
   Hook up the beats at the funk manner
   If want a roll, then dough I be rakin
   The scope is on the world, cuz it's mine for the takin
   You know I'm gonna do it
   My shit is rock solid, but it flows like fluid
   Chemists get confused of my ill composition
   This is the third of the new Tribe addition
   MCs be swingin, but alot of them be missin
   So shut your bloodclot and listen
   Cuz I'm bringin you the ill rendition
   I'd like to send this out to the L.E.S.
   Gotta alot of rhythm and style and finesse
   Come here love, hot sex on a plat
   And when your done with that then clap
  
   Chorus(until end)