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 favourite jam back in the day was Eric B. for President

Rude boy composer

Step to me you're over

Brothers wanna flex

Youre not Mad Cobra

MC short and black

There aint no other

Trini-born black like Mia Longs grandmother

Tip and Sha 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 knockin fleas off his collar

Hip-hop scholar since bein knee-high to a duck

The height of Mugsy 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 tamin of the style cuz it gets irreverent

A Tribe Called Quest represent, represent

Huh-huh, here we go

You know that I'm the rebel

Throwin out the wicked like God did the Devil

Funky like your grandpas drawers, dont test me

We in like that, youre dead like Presley

When we comin through get tickets to see me

We work for the paper so therell never be a preemie

Lyrics are abundant cuz we got it by the mass

Egos are all idle cuz 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

Chorus

Stir It Up x3

Steve Biko

Stir It Up x3

Steve Biko

Verse 2

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 heres my proposition

I let my lyrics flow, and jumped your whole position

I'm radical with this like the man this song is after

Yo Tip settle down, whats the reason for the laughter?

I really cant say, I guess I laugh to keep from cryin

So much goin on, people killin, people dyin

But I wont dwell on that, I think I'll elevate my mental

Thanks for these bars on the Biko instrumental

Yo I take it back, Im the Indian giver

MCs take notes as I stand and deliver

Percussion isnt less, D's wear the vest

While they dodgin bullets, you should be dodgin Quest

Dont get me wrong, violence is not our forte

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

Tip educateem, 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 freakin globe

Theres room for it all as we mingle at the ball

We welcome competion cuz it doesnt make one lazy or worn

We gotta work hard, you know the damn card

Try to be the fattest is the level that we strive

Try to be the fattest also to stay alive