Steve Biko (Stir It Up)

Linden Boulevard, represent, represent

Tribe Called Quest, represent, represent

When the mic is in my hand, I'm never hesitant

My favorite jam back in the day was Eric B. for President

Rude boy composer, step to me, you're over

Brothers wanna flex, you're not Mad Cobra

MC short and black, there ain't no other

Trini born black like Nia Long's grandmother

Tip the shawty, they all that, Phife Dawg ditto

Honey, tell your man to chill or else you'll be a widow

Did not you know that my styles are top dollar?

The Five Foot Assassin knocking fleas off his collar

Hip hop scholar since being knee-high to a duck

The height of Muggsy Bogues, complexion of a hockey puck

You better ask somebody on how we flip the script

Come to a Tribe show and watch the three kids rip

Queens is in the house, represent, represent

A Tribe Called Quest, represent, represent

No taming of the style 'cause it gets irreverent

A Tribe Called Quest, represent, represent

Huh, huh, here we go, you know that I'm the rebel

Throwing out the wicked like God did the devil

Funky like your grandpa's drawers, don't test me

We in like that, you're dead like Presley

When we coming through, get tickets to see me

We work for the paper so there'll never be a freebie

Lyrics are abundant 'cause we got it by the mass

Egos are all idle 'cause the music is the task

Valenzuela on the pitch, curveball, catch it

I think I got it locked, just smooth while I latch it

Right, now I must move with the quickness

Here comes Shaheed so we must bear the witness

Stir it up, stir it up, stir it up

Steve B

Stir it up, stir it up, stir it up

Steve B

New York City, represent, represent

A Tribe Called Quest, represent, represent

The dawg is scientific with the styles I invent

A Tribe Called Quest, represent, represent

MCs like to meddle, but here's my proposition

I let my lyrics flow and juxt your whole position

I'm radical with this like the man as long as I thought

Yo, Tip, settle down, what's the reason for the laughter?

I really can't say, I guess I laugh to keep from crying

So much going on, people killing, people dying

But I won't dwell on that, I think I'll elevate my mental

Thanks for these bars on the Biko instrumental

Yo, I'll take it back, I'm the Indian giver

MCs take notes as I stand and deliver

Percussion isn't less, Ds wear the vest

Why they dodging bullets, you should be dodging Quest

Don't get me wrong, violence is not our forte

I just like to rhyme, kick the lyric skills like Pelé

Tip educate 'em, my rhymes are strictly taboo

Fill 'em with some fantasies and I'll look out like Tattoo

Okay, I am recognizing that the voice inside my head

Is urging me to be myself but never follow someone else

Because opinions are like voices, we all have a different kind

So just clean out all of your ears, these are my views and you will find

That we revolutionize over the kick and the snare

The ghetto vocalist is on a state-wide tear

Soon to be the continent and then the freaking globe

There's room for it all as we mingle at the ball

We welcome competition 'cause it doesn't make one lazy or worn

We gotta work hard, you know the damn card

Try to be the phattest is the level that we strive

Try to be the phattest also to stay alive