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  • I'm 'bout to wreck ya body, get say, turn the party out
    I'm 'bout to wreck ya body, get say, turn the party out
    I'm 'bout to wreck ya body, get say, turn the party out
    I'm 'bout to wreck ya body, get say, turn the party out
    I'm 'bout to wreck ya body, get say, turn the party out
    I'm 'bout to wreck ya body, get say, turn the party out
    I'm 'bout to wreck ya body, get say, turn the party out
    I'm 'bout to wreck ya body, get say, turn the party out
    Them can't touch me, no, them can't touch me
    Them can't hold me, no, them can't hold me
    Them can't touch me, no, them can't touch me
    Them can't hold me, no, them can't hold me
    Turn the party out
    Damn, Phife you got fat
    Yeah, I know it looks pathetic
    Ali Shaheed Muhammad got me doing calisthenics, uh
    Needless to say, boy, I'm bad to the bone
    Making 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
    Ninety-three 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
    Give me the microphone, bwoy, one time, bam
    Keep it on the corner, 'cuz here comes the heat
    Lyrically it stays, the jazz will pace the beat
    As we proceed to elevate you, we in fo, fo
    Run and tell your dad, the Abstract's the bag
    As we proceed to move your high parts, we know who has ass
    Poets got the gimmicks but they lack the sassafras
    To make the average hardrock and cock the glock
    And roam the city streets on the jury, they hot
    I be ingredients, like sugar and candy
    If your life is broke, girl I'll be the handy dandy
    That commends you, my fee is a shower
    For you, I'll scrub your back and I'll soap the butt crack
    Make you shiny, spiffy in a jiff
    ****in with the Ab, you got the greatest of gifts
    Yo, my mic is sounding bug, Bob Power, you there? Yeah
    Adjust the bass and treble make my **** sound clear
    I'm 'bout to wreck ya body, get say, turn the party out
    I'm 'bout to wreck ya body, get say, turn the party out
    I'm 'bout to wreck ya body, get say, turn the party out
    I'm 'bout to wreck ya body, get say, turn the party out
    Make you shiny, spiffy in a jiff
    ****in' with the Ab, you got the greatest of gifts
    Ayo, my mic is sounding bug, Bob Power, you there?
    Adjust the bass and treble, okay, could you come in Tip?
    Whoop, back yourself man, come watch me drop it
    For showing me I could do it, for showing me I can rock it
    Me not deal wit no changaram, bangaram business
    I got soul on a hymn, like Jehovah's got the witness
    Musically, the three, poetically, be me
    We in jammin' on the airwaves, kids just rave
    Obey the MCs, 'cuz the MCs say
    We flippin more ****** like we Super Dave
    But noticin' my stature, y'all ****** know we gotcha
    Movin' to the rapture, listen how we catch ya
    Movin' with the grace, here we go, let's begin
    Makin' people jump out their goddamn skin
    Lyrically, we bite like we Rin Tin Tin
    Peace to Grand Pu and his many, many skins
    Don't markers for the arrow, 'cuz we know we get the wins
    It's the Ab, Shaheed, and the Dawg for the blend
    I wanna say peace to my man Rob P, my man Jerod, and
    Skeff Anslem on the help out and we out like shout
    Nine-tre, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
    I don't wanna say nine-tre
    'Cuz my man Extra P said, "Don't say the years"
    So, it's for eternity, know what I'm sayin'?
    Rock, rock on,
    Everybody in Queens, rock, rock on
    Everybody in Brooklyn, rock, rock on
    Money earnin' Mt. Vernon, rock, rock on
    Everybody in Jersey, rock, rock on
    Everybody in Philly rock, rock on
    Everybody in Houston, rock, rock on
    Everybody LA, rock, rock on
    Everybody in The Sand, rock, rock on
    Everybody in Egypt, rock, rock on
    Everybody Nigeria, rock, rock on
    Everybody in London, rock, rock on
    Everybody in Sweden, rock, rock on
    Everybody in beware, rock, rock on
    To the ****** on the famous, rock, rock on
    Everybody no name, rock, rock on
    To the kids at Nu Clear, rock, rock on
    To the cave rock rock on
    McDonald's, rock, rock on
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  • I'm 'bout to wreck ya body, get say, turn the party out
    I'm 'bout to wreck ya body, get say, turn the party out
    I'm 'bout to wreck ya body, get say, turn the party out
    I'm 'bout to wreck ya body, get say, turn the party out
    I'm 'bout to wreck ya body, get say, turn the party out
    I'm 'bout to wreck ya body, get say, turn the party out
    I'm 'bout to wreck ya body, get say, turn the party out
    I'm 'bout to wreck ya body, get say, turn the party out
    Them can't touch me, no, them can't touch me
    Them can't hold me, no, them can't hold me
    Them can't touch me, no, them can't touch me
    Them can't hold me, no, them can't hold me
    Turn the party out
    Damn, Phife you got fat
    Yeah, I know it looks pathetic
    Ali Shaheed Muhammad got me doing calisthenics, uh
    Needless to say, boy, I'm bad to the bone
    Making 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
    Ninety-three 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
    Give me the microphone, bwoy, one time, bam
    Keep it on the corner, 'cuz here comes the heat
    Lyrically it stays, the jazz will pace the beat
    As we proceed to elevate you, we in fo, fo
    Run and tell your dad, the Abstract's the bag
    As we proceed to move your high parts, we know who has ass
    Poets got the gimmicks but they lack the sassafras
    To make the average hardrock and cock the glock
    And roam the city streets on the jury, they hot
    I be ingredients, like sugar and candy
    If your life is broke, girl I'll be the handy dandy
    That commends you, my fee is a shower
    For you, I'll scrub your back and I'll soap the butt crack
    Make you shiny, spiffy in a jiff
    ****in with the Ab, you got the greatest of gifts
    Yo, my mic is sounding bug, Bob Power, you there? Yeah
    Adjust the bass and treble make my **** sound clear
    I'm 'bout to wreck ya body, get say, turn the party out
    I'm 'bout to wreck ya body, get say, turn the party out
    I'm 'bout to wreck ya body, get say, turn the party out
    I'm 'bout to wreck ya body, get say, turn the party out
    Make you shiny, spiffy in a jiff
    ****in' with the Ab, you got the greatest of gifts
    Ayo, my mic is sounding bug, Bob Power, you there?
    Adjust the bass and treble, okay, could you come in Tip?
    Whoop, back yourself man, come watch me drop it
    For showing me I could do it, for showing me I can rock it
    Me not deal wit no changaram, bangaram business
    I got soul on a hymn, like Jehovah's got the witness
    Musically, the three, poetically, be me
    We in jammin' on the airwaves, kids just rave
    Obey the MCs, 'cuz the MCs say
    We flippin more ****** like we Super Dave
    But noticin' my stature, y'all ****** know we gotcha
    Movin' to the rapture, listen how we catch ya
    Movin' with the grace, here we go, let's begin
    Makin' people jump out their goddamn skin
    Lyrically, we bite like we Rin Tin Tin
    Peace to Grand Pu and his many, many skins
    Don't markers for the arrow, 'cuz we know we get the wins
    It's the Ab, Shaheed, and the Dawg for the blend
    I wanna say peace to my man Rob P, my man Jerod, and
    Skeff Anslem on the help out and we out like shout
    Nine-tre, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
    I don't wanna say nine-tre
    'Cuz my man Extra P said, "Don't say the years"
    So, it's for eternity, know what I'm sayin'?
    Rock, rock on,
    Everybody in Queens, rock, rock on
    Everybody in Brooklyn, rock, rock on
    Money earnin' Mt. Vernon, rock, rock on
    Everybody in Jersey, rock, rock on
    Everybody in Philly rock, rock on
    Everybody in Houston, rock, rock on
    Everybody LA, rock, rock on
    Everybody in The Sand, rock, rock on
    Everybody in Egypt, rock, rock on
    Everybody Nigeria, rock, rock on
    Everybody in London, rock, rock on
    Everybody in Sweden, rock, rock on
    Everybody in beware, rock, rock on
    To the ****** on the famous, rock, rock on
    Everybody no name, rock, rock on
    To the kids at Nu Clear, rock, rock on
    To the cave rock rock on
    McDonald's, rock, rock on
    {This concludes Midnight Marauders program
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