His Name Is Mutty Ranks

[Intro: Phife Dawg]
Live and direct, live and direct!
You know what live and direct mean?
Live and direct, come!
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, how you be, how you be?
From New York to ATLiens, you know what I'm sayin'?
Word up, do it like this
Word up word up, do it like that
And you don't stop, and you don't quit
Unless you're in the studio doin' wack shit
Yo, check it

[Verse: Phife Dawg]
Boom batter, watch your teeth shatter
All that shit you pop in your jams, it won't matter
Bust your whole grill, now watch that joint shatter
I'm the Captain of the ship, fuck a William Shatner!
Emcees be poppin' shit when they sweeter than cake batter
Claimin' they style be fat, but guess whose style is fatter?
The ill beat jacker, emcee attacker
Fuckin with the Diggy, it don't get no blacker
Malik Izaak Taylor, (Ay!) the stress reliever
Brown eyed shorty, chocolate like Godiva
Fuck what you heard, I'll make you a believer
Me gettin' burnt, that's like a white girl named Shareema
You never see her, cause she's the black like Sarafina
Set shit off like Latifah, single like Khadijah
So girls with fat asses and tits, nice to meet ya
Do five plus five equals ten? Ask your teacher
For God so loved the world, he said "Phife, ask your preacher"
Love to toot my own Horne, similar to Lena
Before I take stage, I take sips of Aquafina
Fucked Judy Jetson, now they call me Jet Screamer
Love my coffee dark so you can keep your dairy creamer
Tribe fallin' off, well you's a goddamn dreamer

[Refrain: Phife Dawg]
(Hah, ya know what I mean?)
(A word up a word up a word up a word up, yo)
Have you ever wondered what make a crowd rock?
Tribe Called Quest, we haffa do it non-stop
Listen to the radio, we're never goin' pop, 'cause
Ya nah ready for dis yet, bwoy!
Say ya nah ready, say ya nah ready
Say ya nah ready for dis yet, bwoy!
Say ya nah ready, say ya nah ready
Say ya nah ready for dis yet, bwoy!
And we out like that, bump that