A Tribe Called Quest — Practice Session

[Intro: Q-Tip] Ayo, yo, straight up and down Like 6 o’clock, uh uh, we came to rock, uh uh Like 6 o’clock, straight up, yo, we came to rock Ayo, so right now I want everybody up out your seats You know’m’ sayin’ Everybody come down to the front of the stage Fuck security right now Yo, we about to get in this thing like this, yo, yo… [Verse: Q-Tip] I stand at six feet high with no inches Realize me, no dream, here’s the pinches Puttin’ this shit down, where it’s supposed to be Dimes keep approaching me, but I ain’t joking, B Can’t you see the look in my mug, there’s no gettin’ I keep a smile on to stop the tears from sittin’ All of my niggas on the dancefloor invadin’ We always ass bettin’ while we keep the girls shakin’ But the mind is motivated towards a positive plane Everybody across the land is recognizing the name So what you chattin’ on, akh? You can’t out-rock I manifest real’, you stiff than hard cock Constantly you’re coming back for the good shit The shit to put you inside your ride to move it Now everybody cuppin’; what you smokin’ or somethin’? Throw your fruits out your same tank jacket, keep jumpin’ Pay attention and bear, witness to the rare Individual who’s truly unique on instrumentals The Abstract, needless to say we influential The nucleus of B-boy is inside the mental, so uh… [ad-lib until end]