A TRIBE CALLED QUEST – CHECK THE RHIME

Lyrics

[Q-Tip & Phife Dawg]
Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden
We used to kick routines and the presence was fittin'
It was I, The Abstract
And me, the Five Footer
I kicks the mad style so step off the frankfurter
Yo, Phife, you remember that routine
That we used to make spiffy like Mr. Clean?
Um... um... a tidbit, um... a smidgen
I don't get the message so you gots to run the pigeon
Heh, okay, you on point, Phife? All the time, Tip
You on point, Phife? All the time, Tip
You on point, Phife? All the time, Tip
Well, then grab the microphone and let your words rip
[Phife Dawg]
Now here's a funky introduction of how nice I am
Tell your mother, tell your father, send a telegram
I'm like an energizer 'cause, you see, I last long
My crew is never ever wack because we stand strong
Now if you say my style is wack, that's where you're dead wrong
I slayed that Buddy in El Segundo then Push it Along
You'd be a fool to reply that Phife is not the man
'Cause you know and I know that you know who I am
A special shout of peace goes out to all my pals, you see
And a middle finger goes for all you punk MC's
'Cause I love it when you wack MC's despise me
They get vexed, I roll next, can't none contest me
I'm just a fly MC who's five foot three and very brave
On top remaining, no home training 'cause I misbehave
I come correct in full effect have all my hoes in check
And before I get the butt, the Jim must be erect
You see, my aura's positive, I don't promote no junk
See, I'm far from a bully and I ain't a punk
Extremity in rhythm, yeah, that's what you heard
So just clean out your ears and just check the word
[Q-Tip]
Check the rhyme y'all, check the rhyme y'all
Check the rhyme y'all, check the rhyme y'all
Check the rhyme y'all, check the rhyme y'all
Check it out, check it out
Check the rhyme y'all, check the rhyme y'all
Check the rhyme y'all, play tapes y'all
Check the rhyme y'all, check the rhyme y'all
Check it out, check it out
[Phife Dawg & Q-Tip]
Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden
We used to kick routines and the presence was fittin'
It was I, the Phifer And me, the Abstract
The rhymes were so rumpin' that the brothers rode the 'zack
Aiyo Tip, do you recall when we used to rock What?
Those fly routines on your cousin's block?
Um, let me see... damn, I can't remember
I receive the message and you will play the sender
You on point Tip? All the time, Phife
You on point Tip? Yeah, all the time, Phife
You on point Tip? Yo, all the time, Phife
So play the resurrector and give the dead some life
[Q-Tip]
Okay, if knowledge is the key then just show me the lock
Got the scrawny legs but I move just like Lou Brock
With speed, I'm agile plus I'm worth your while
One hundred percent intelligent black child
My optic presentation sizzles the retina
How far must you go to gain respect? Umm...
Well, it's kinda simple, just remain your own
Or you'll be crazy, sad and alone
Industry rule number four-thousand-and-eighty;
Record company people are shady
So kids, watch your back 'cause I think they smoke crack
I don't doubt it, look at how they act
Well, off to better things like a hip-hop forum
Pass me the rock and I'll score 'em with decorum
And proper—what you say, Hammer? Proper
Rap is not pop, if you call it that then stop
[Q-Tip]
NC, y'all check the rhyme y'all
SC, y'all check it out y'all
Virginia, check the rhyme y'all
Check it out, check it out
In London, check the rhyme, y'all

Paroles (Traduction)

[Q-Tip & Phife Dawg]
Dans le passé, sur le boulevard de Linden
Nous avions l'habitude de lancer des routines et la présence était adéquate
C'était moi, l'Abstrait
Et moi, le Cinq Pieds
Je lance le style fou alors éloigne-toi du hot-dog
Yo, Phife, tu te rappelles cette routine
Que nous rendions soignée comme Mr. Propre?
Um... um... un petit quelque chose, um... un peu
Je ne comprends pas le message donc tu dois envoyer le pigeon
Heh, ok, tu es sur le coup, Phife? Tout le temps, Tip
Tu es sur le coup, Phife? Tout le temps, Tip
Tu es sur le coup, Phife? Tout le temps, Tip
Alors, prends le micro et laisse tes mots déchirer
[Phife Dawg]
Maintenant voici une introduction funky sur à quel point je suis bon
Dis-le à ta mère, dis-le à ton père, envoie un télégramme
Je suis comme une pile électrique car, tu vois, je dure longtemps
Mon équipe n'est jamais mauvaise car nous sommes solides
Maintenant si tu dis que mon style est mauvais, tu te trompes
J'ai tué ce Buddy à El Segundo puis Push it Along
Tu serais fou de dire que Phife n'est pas l'homme
Car toi et moi savons que tu sais qui je suis
Un salut spécial de paix va à tous mes potes, tu vois
Et un doigt d'honneur pour tous ces MC's minables
Car j'adore quand ces MC's minables me méprisent
Ils sont vexés, je passe ensuite, personne ne peut me contester
Je suis juste un MC stylé qui mesure cinq pieds trois et très courageux
Restant au top, sans éducation à la maison car je me conduis mal
Je viens correctement en pleine action, j'ai toutes mes filles sous contrôle
Et avant de les avoir, le Jim doit être dressé
Tu vois, mon aura est positive, je ne promeus aucune connerie
Je suis loin d'être un voyou et je ne suis pas

Thématique La vie de rue

Style Rap

Keywords Jazz, Sample

Entités normées A Tribe Called Quest, Ali Shaheed Muhammad, Minnie Riperton, Phife Dawg, Q-Tip