The Chase, Part II A Tribe Called Quest

[Chorus]
I'm bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out
I'm bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out
I'm bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out
I'm bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out
I'm bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out
I'm bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out
I'm bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out
I'm bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out

[Post-Chorus: Phife Dawg]
Dem can't touch we, no, dem can't touch we
Dem can't hold we, no, dem can't hold we
Dem can't touch we, no, dem can't touch we
Dem can't hold we, no, dem can't hold we (Turn the party out)

[Verse 1: Phife Dawg]
(Damn Phife, you got fat!) Yeah, I know it looks pathetic
Ali Shaheed Muhammad got me doin' calisthenics (Uh)
Needless to say, boy, I'm bad to the bone
Makin' love to my mic like Jarobi on the phone
But um, no time for jokes (What?), there's bills to be paid (What?)
Hoes to be laid (What?), punks to be sprayed (What?)
Chumps to attack, so my man, watch your back
'93 means skills are a must, so never lack (Uh)
Sit back and learn, come now, watch the birdie
Your styles are incomplete, same as Vinny Testaverde
Battlin'? Whenever, hot damn
Gimme the microphone, boy, one time, bam!