This is the Willy Master D-Life As we set it off with my man's A Tribe Called Quest And uhh, we got to do it like this baby We got to do it like that
the rock (rock), I know the territory Go ahead and try (try), that's a different story Similar to grimm (grimm), I could write a better one All about a
your way, skip-along little Skippy 'fore I fly that box, me bust you all upper-lippy [Chorus 2X] [Q-Tip] Tribe Called Quest, and you don't stop The Midnight
trip, I kick a dope freestyle though take a moment out and give praise and thanks and I'm thinking 'bout how the Quannum gone have the shit crankin' in a
like with instinct but no guts A sack wit no nutts or A mack wit no sluts Give me a full-body massage, I still can't be touched They call me Seymour
, The Coup, Common Sense, and Tribe Called Quest in fact one of the best times we ever had was a lyrical collaboration in your basement we wanted to slam a
'll bear witness. I'm leaving sound check a mess at six, I give a call to X, "man let's get to rounding up the caravan." It's a gonna be another one
way, skip-along little Skippy 'fore I fly that box, me bust you all upper-lippy [Chorus 2X] [Q-Tip] Tribe Called Quest, and you don't stop The Midnight