[Phife Dawg]
   Yo, microphone check one two what is this
   The five foot assassin with the ruffneck business
   I float like gravity, never had a cavity
   Got more rhymes than the Winans got family
   No need to sweat Arsenio to gain some type of fame
   No shame in my game cause I'll always be the same
   Styles upon styles upon styles is what I have
   You wanna diss the Phifer but you still don't know the half
   I sport New Balance sneakers to avoid a narrow path
   Messin round with this you catch ?the sizin of em?
   I never half step cause I'm not a half stepper
   Drink a lot of soda so they call me Dr. Pepper
   Refuse to com-pete with BS competition
   Your name ain't Special Ed so won't you Seckle With the Mission
   I never walk the streets, think it's all about me
   Even though deep in my heart, it really could be
   I just try my best to like go all out
   Some might even say yo shorty black you're buggin' out
  
  
   [Q-Tip]
   Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh, uh!
   Zulu Nation, brothers that's creation
   Minds get flooded, ejaculation
   right on the two inch tape
   The Abstract poet incognito, runsss the cape
   Not the best not the worst and occasionally I curse to get my
   point across, so bust, the floss
   As I go in betweeen, the grit and the dirt
   Listen to the mission listen Miss as I do work, umm
   as I crack the, monotone
   Children of the jazz so, get your own
   Smokin R&B cause they try to do me
   or the best of the pack but they can't do rap
   For it's Abstract, orig-inal
   You can't get your own and that's, pitiful
   I know I'd be the man if I cold yanked the plug
   on R&B, but I can't and that's bugged
  
   Buggin out, buggin out, buggin out you're buggin out (repeat 8X)
  
   [Phife Dawg]
   Yo when you bug out, you usually have a reason for the action
   Sometimes you don't it's just for mere satisfaction
   People be houndin, always surroundin
   Pulsin, just like a migraine poundin
   You don't really fret, you stay in your sense
   ?Comafied? your feeling, of absolute tense
   You soar off to another world, deep in your mind
   But people seem to take that, as being unkind
   "Oh yo he's acting stank," really on a regal?
   A man of the fame not a man of the people
   Believe that if you wanna but I tell you this much
   Riding on the train with no dough, sucks
   Once again a case of your feet in my Nike's
   If a crowd is in my realm I'm saying -- mic please
   Hip-hop is living, can't yank the plug
   if you do the result, will end up kind of bugged
  
   [Q-Tip]
   Yo, I am not an invalid although I used to smoke the weed out
   Ali Shaheed Muhammad used to say I had to be out
   Schemin on the cookies with the crazy boomin back buns
   Pushin on the real ?hardest? so we can have the big fun
   When I left for Rosie I was Boulevard status
   Battling a MC was when Tip was at his baddest
   It was one MC after one MC
   What the world could they be wanting see from little old me
   Do I have the formula to save the world?
   Or was it just because I used to swipe the women and all the girls
   I'm the type of brother with the crazy extended hand kid
   Dissed by all my brothers I was all up what my man did
   Supposed to be my man but now I wonder cause you're feeble
   I go out with the strongest and I seperate the evils
   it's your brain against my mind, for those about to boot out
   All you nasty critters even though you see I bug out
  
   Buggin out, buggin out, buggin out you're buggin out (repeat 8X)