Keep It Rollin’ A Tribe Called Quest (Ft. Large Professor)

[Verse 1: Phife Dawg]
Ayo, swing-swing-swing to chop-chop-chop
Yo, that's the sound when MCs get mopped
Don't come around town without the hip in ya hop
'Cause when the shit hits the fan, that ass'll get dropped
MCs wanna attack me, but them punks can't cope
I'll have you left without a job like Isaac from The Love Boat
So money, watch your mouth, or I'ma have to bust ya
Battlin' MCs from JFK to Russia
Back down to London, Sweden, and Brazil
Do a US tour for three months, and then I chill
Styles be phat like Jackie Gleason, the rest be Art Carney
People love the Dawg like the kids love Barney
I love you, you love me
The shorty Phife Dawg is your favorite MC
So move back yourself, dread, you know the element
The Tribe is good for your health like a can of Nutrament
MCs don't have no wins, MCs don't have no bitches
I flip shit crazier than a busload full of Jerry's Kids
Your crew don't want it, and your crew don't want it
But if you feel you can swing it, then, money, please bring it
Large Professor in the house, you know how we do
I skate on your crew like Mario Lemieux
Peace to Ike Love and the rest of the crew
I'll meet you guys in front the cleaners
Bring the blunts and the brew, so