A Tribe Called Quest — Get a Hold

[Intro] Drifting back... suddenly Drifting back (just) suddenly Drifting back (just) suddenly [Verse 1: Q-Tip] The deadly venom, let me start from the beginnin' We always hittin', so, yo, there'll be no extra innings As I send the mic out the park like Reggie Jackson You be the minor leaguer who sees no action The comin' attraction, what? The main feature And I'mma greet ya like a rhymin'-ass creature Lurkin' all up in the dark, unknown parts The brother well prepared is the brother who will start And that's me, Akhi As long as the ladies move they bodies We'll have a forum to stand 'Cause that happens to be the nature of man Sexuality, it is the format, baby Ain't no ifs, no buts, no ands or maybes But I praise the Lord of the worlds that's unseen Respect me for that and let me do my thing I said, respect me for that and let me do my thing [Chorus] You know we gotta get a hold Over the illest drum rolls [Verse 2: Q-Tip] Yo, how you doin'? Let me give you an intro My name's the Abstract, now let me give you some info Got the diamond in the back and the sunroof shit That makes the hardcore MC's resort to bein' bitch And I don't give a shit about bein' wild rich Just make me comfortable and I'll deal with it Your lust for the riches make a nigga feel sick Down to his zealots, upchuck and then spit Denouncin' my beliefs, well, then your wig get split Lay your egos on the ground so that you'll benefit You can take these words and relay it to your clique Take some time for your mind and get off them head trips Don't try to play me, see, my name's not Dick The Tribe is the crew that makes the mics get lit Like the 4th of July on some firework shit My record company be on some true jerk shit But that's aight, now I'm on some true work shit And I'mma make it happen for my whole outfit [Chorus] You know we got to get control Over the illest drum rolls [Verse 3: Q-Tip] Aiyo, we just gettin' started, gotta redirect this vision Got the beauty of a flower, plus dimensions like a prism Your minds are locked down like prison Y'all really need to go lay down 'cause positivity has risen We hittin', yo, bust how we too strong to be broken Occasional malfunction, pressure time, we ain't jokin' For security, yo, we on this Run like Logan Kamaal's doin' the hustle and you backstage voguein' We all got faults, don't ever try to think that you perfect We all are human beings, there's bullshit at the surface Sometimes, I mean, we rhyme, damn, we ain't prophets And if you think so, you need to stop it So jump back inside your shell Let your million dollar thoughts propel But next man, don't get jel' Playa hate that all carries weight that we don't need We slim with disabilities and thick with possibilities 'Cause then you can't move with agility Navigatin' with good visibility We put these tunes out in record shop facilities And strive to get this constant money activity We try to stay on the scene like Fidel So if you get enraged with these names, it still ring bells There ain't no plan B's, yo, watch, we movin' through with plan A Money market, doin' things the right way [Chorus] You know we gotta get a hold Over the illest drum rolls [Outro: Q-Tip] Yo, bust it out Section, section Section Linden Boulevard Section on Merrick Section the whole Jamaica Section on Flushing Section in Bed-Stiduy