We used to kick routines and 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 Mister Clean?
Um um, a tidbit, um, a smidgen
I don't get the message so you gots to run the pigeon
You on point, Phife?
All the time, Tip