Vibes And Stuff Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[D][D][C][D]
[D]Let me flaunt the style,
[C]I think that the time's near
[D]That we drop Scuds,
[C]there won't be no duds here
[D]Rappers play the dumb,
[C]kinda on the space tip
But [D]when they hear the jams,
[C]they be on the dilsnick
Now [D]I'm not for the rock, [C]I know the territory
[D]Go ahead and [C]try, that's a different story
[D]Similar to [C]Grimm, I could tell a better one
[D]All about a kid, [C]who couldn't rap and didn't run
[D]Stands on the side
[C]when the mic is getting dumb
Re[D]sorts to bagging Billy,
[C]asking could he have some
[D]No, never ever, [C]go back and try again, man
[D]If you come back,
[C]I'll be the first to shake your hand
[D]Competition's good,
[C]it brings out the vital parts
The [D]Abstract [C]Poetic, majors in recital arts
[D]Do it for the kids, [C]the elders and the rap peers
We [D]know the job is done
[C]when we hear a lot of cheers
[D]Gotta feel the [C]vibes, real from my creation
[D]If the hands clap, [C]I'm filled with elation
[D]Here I am [C]ghetto, full with a lot of steam
[D]Think I gotta, I think [C]I gotta,
I think I gotta [D]scream
[C]'Cause that's how good it feels, child
[D]Let your hair down, [C]so we can get buckwild
[D]Do your ill dance,
[C]don't think about the next man
We [D]must have unity
[C]and think of the bigger plan
Di[D]vision we will fall,
[C]we must stick together, see
I'd [D]like to take this time
[C]to say what's up to Kool G
The [D]name is Q-Tip, [C]the Midnight Marauder
[D]Give enough respect [C]to Afrika Bambaataa
As a [D]man in the world, [C]I must do my job
Take [D]care of Mama Duke, [C]I won't resort to rob
[D]Bob you'll get your dough,
[C]Mase is my witness
Ob[D]sessed with the rap,
[C]for it's the mental fitness
Like [D]shooting Cee-lo,
[C]and always hitting head cracks
The [D]industry is luck,
[C]winning with the fake raps
[D]Peace to the crews
[C]who pump the real hip hop
[D]Not selling out, [C]from hardrock to disc jock...

[Verse 2]
I [D]don't know what to say, [C]but here I go freak it
[D]If the papes [C]come, then you know I'll seek it
I'm [D]just a short [C]brother, dark skin face
[D]Weigh a [C]buck-fifty, 36 waist
[D]Hair is crazy [C]curly, flip like Mr. Furley
[D]To this day I still believe
[C]that no MC can serve me
[D]Brothers try to front, [C]but everybody know
[D]I get more props than the Ars[C]enio Hall Show
Party [D]animal I was, [C]but now I chill at home
All I [D]do is write rhymes,
[C]eat, drink, shit and bone
Found my [D]thrill in Amityville,
[C]I'm always in the Island
Fudge and [D]Lucky know the time,
[C]they know who keeps 'em smiling
[D]Go out on my own, some[C]thing that I gotta do
Do [D]what the hell I want
and have [C]no one to listen to
I'm [D]prompt with my business
and [C]I do things on the double
Yo, I'm [D]out like Buster Douglas,
I [C]say peace to MC Trouble

[Chorus 1]
(Rest [D]in peace)
Word Up, rest in peace,
and you know what else?
We got, we got, we got the vibes
All the people in Long Island, we got the vibes
Brooklyn and Queens, we got the [D]vibes
Uptown and Now Rule, we got the vibes
People Upstate, we got the vibes
If you're in DC, you got the vibes
Maryland, Virginia, Carolina [D]vibes
Out West, we got the vibes
In the Bahamas, we got the vibes
Over in Europe, you know what,
we got the vibes
And we gotta keep it alive, it goes on

[Verse 3]
Of [D]rap I'm a fan, [C]I've seen a whole lot of slums
[D]Good with the girls, [C]I get a whole lot of 'em
From [D]fat to [C]skinny, Freda to Winnie
[F]Emma to Cindy, Constance to Wendy
'Cause [D]I be real friendly,
[C]never on the snotty side
I [D]don't brag to brothers
[C]about the little papes I got
My [D]vocal styles can vary,
[C]the sight is never scary
It's [F]only legendary,
my father well prepared me
My [D]job ain't temporary,
[C]I'm here for the long shot
[D]Better yet the long term, [C]I don't have a perm
[D]In a way I [C]do, call 'em the perma-naps
I'm [D]crazy slap-happy
[C]and I'm scrappy and I'm nappy
[D]When I get the mic in [C]my hand
with the crowd in the stand
[D]It's as good as grand like tha[D]t
I wanna [C]say peace and dedicate [D]this joint
to [C]MC Trouble
And to [D]uh, Trouble T [C]Roy
And to um, Scott La [D]Rock
And to [C]um, Cowboy, you know what I'm [D]sayin'?
This is for [C]the slain rappers
and the fallen [D]rappers,
you know what I'm sayin'?
[C]This is a special, [D]special, special,
special de[C]dication
And also [F]to my Pops
and also to Vinia's [D]Moms,
you know what I'm saying?
[C]You just gotta keep it happy
and [D]keep the vibes going
[C]'Cause this is Vibes and Stu[D]ff, and we out[C]
[F]

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