Artical (Original Posse Mix)

Lyrics

All tribe posse, all Fu-Schnickens posse big up all dem Man like Chip-Fu, man like Phife Dawg and Whitey Don inna de area Chorus: Articaaaal Now we are chemist inna dis Articaaaal And we ain't no prentice Articaaaal Now we are chemist inna dis Any bwoy want test, get defeat Verse 1 (Phife Dawg) Everytime ya see Malik, he mashin' up dancehall MC big or small, mi nuh 'fraid none at all Da boys an' 'em jealous coz a how I rock A Tribe Called Quest, we represent non-stop [Now, hear dis!] Idyat bwoy, idyat bwoy, idyat bwoy, step aside There ain't enough room to fit ya all in my ride It's a… First come, first serve basis Coolin' out girl, I take you to the def places I'm one of a kind, for you people to like Plus the shorty's name Phife and I'm wreckin' the mic One time for your mind, and I'm chillin' with Niles And when it comes to rhymes, yo, I got mad styles Six years in the game, ain't a damn thing changed 'cept them wondering why so many MCs soundin' [??] Matter' fact, too many MCs are soundin' alike To the point where you think that they possessed the same mic Same as in: gun totin', blunt smokin', ho smackin' You see they just be yappin' Ain't sayin' jack when they be rappin' But you might say: "Yo, who the hell are you to talk? Punk shorty from New-York, your half-pint ass better walk" But you know better than to get fresh with those lips Nuff crew, or no crew, I'll sink your whole fuckin' battleship You better haul ass when you see the size 8 Adidas Watch all them punks ball out "Oh god and Baby Jesus!" So don't say the battle word, I'll be on it pronto And if I lose, I'll leave my nuts in El Segundo Chorus: Articaaaal Now we are chemist inna dis Articaaaal And we ain't no prentice Articaaaal Now we are chemist inna dis Any bwoy want test, get defeat Verse 2 (Whitey Don) Hold yuh lighta if yuh ah wonder Don man a talk tonight All who doubt di one artical Dem all a put up a fight Beg, playa, now get a way Come Mr. Bad, tell di cops get a way Sound bwoooooy ???Hear mon, fi hear what mi say??? Cyan dis ?respending? and sound we ah play When I chat boat, a de Tribe yuh want dis Go tell that to Phife and yuh get a split lip Chat bout, yuh try fi dis di Fu-Schnicks Must ha fi get a kung-fu chop from de Chip (bwoi) Yuh never know my sound cyan get defeat We ah fi ?buck it?, and we nuh retreat So if ya test, yuh sound dead and buried ???Cause we nuh rock fi killaz, or dibby-dibby We Artical, we dun big and ready Back up yuh sound, ???set up in it??? With de man Phife Dawg and Chip-Fu de side a me De all ah we a Jive family Chorus: Articaaaal Now we are chemist inna dis Articaaaal And we ain't no prentice Articaaaal Now we are chemist inna dis Any bwoy want test, get defeat Verse 3 (Chip-Fu) Debt ah go come, debt ah go come, debt ah go come To every sound bwoy Cause mi seh Chip-Fu, Jah know say yuh are di don You full up lyrical touch style and nuff pattern Off out di mike, dis yuh sound Some people cyan understand Came listen dis lyrics pon tongue, yes pon mi tong, pon di blank (sooo) Hey dirty sound bwoy, mind you go astray Cause mi seh Chip-Fu, yes and Whitey Don, and Phife Dawg on a mission, we no play We nuh go stop, to we wix it ??? cool We nuh mix lord, we nuh mingle Watch out we fist bwoy, cause we nuh simple (Whitey Don): An we seat up pon de riddim like one roof shingle (Chip) Yes, a we ah sible (Whitey) Mean a mix lord (Chip) What are know, seh? (Whitey) Mean a mingle (Chip) Trough di seat down (Whitey) pon riddim (Chip) Like fuckin (Whitey) roof shingle (Chip) Man a have no (Whitey) Jheri curls (Chip) Jah know (Whitey) we nuh have primped We nuh skin with dis (Whitey) So no sight or diple (Chip) ?Man small a likkle? ??? Any bwoy want come test, Jah know dem dirty magotrickle Dat's a likkle You sound mush up weak, frill and frickle But mi and Whitey Don and Phife, Jah know so we ah dickle Chorus: Articaaaal Now we are chemist inna dis Articaaaal And we ain't no prentice Articaaaal Now we are chemist inna dis Any bwoy want test, get defeat