Beats, Rhymes & Phife

Malik, what are you gonna do with your life? Are you gonna stand on the corner? Are you gonna sit around with your friends? You wanna wear new sneakers, you wanna have nice clothes How 'bout gettin a job? How 'bout finishin school? How 'bout gettin your life together? Don't you wanna prosper, don't you wanna be somebody? [ *last sentence is in a foreign language - suggestions appreciated* ] [ VERSE 1: Phife ] 11-20-70, who would have known That premature born will be grabbin microphones? (Mutty Rankin) Called Malik Isaac Taylor to Walt and Cheryl Grew up bein a sports fanatic, wantin to box for gold medals Influenced by the likes of Ali and Sugar Ray Magic Johnson, Tony Dorsett and Doctor Jay Then came the Cold Crush, L.L. Cool J Pops said he had to move to Cali, but nah, I had to stay New York was all I ever knew, plus hip-hop started tweakin Block parties every weekend, come home late, catch a beatin Gettin grounded for months, to the jams young Phife was speedin Only 4'8", still the ladies had me cheatin I reminisce about them hot New York, nights grabbin mics And hell, God forbid if your flow wasn't tight Queens, L.I., nothin but flavor over here I could tell you but so much, cause you had to be there Growin up I spent much time with my nana, Mom was at work Knew every version of Bible, I damn near lived in a church Nana was 7th Day Adventist, those days I can't forget All day, Saturday, I have to wait until the sun set Friends would knock on my door: "Can Malik come out to play?" "No hon, no way, not today, he has to pray" Those famous words that my granny would say Therefore I run my ass upstairs and sneak on the TV Aw shit, _Soul Train_, better act like you know I used to turn the volume down, so nobody would know Now while I stared at Jodey Watley, I would practice my flow Look at all them asses, yo, no doubt, on the low Steady enjoyin the show, everything good to go Low and behold, granny was right at the do' Now I'm dealin with the punishment of pain - I sure deserved it Proceedin to the fullest, only three hours since the sermon Then comes the fatal question: "Did you learn anything from service?" But in the name of hip-hop - for real - it's all worth it You know my name [ Dave West ] Phife, Phife Phife, Phife Phife, Phife Phife, Phife Phife, Phife Phife, Phife This is your life [ VERSE 2: Phife ] Growin up in a West Indian household, it was real All my Trini, Bahians, Haitians, Jamaicans, they know the deal So many days doin nada, watchin cartoons on the couch Underdog, Mighty Mouse, with the twizzler in my mouth Mom dukes used to say, "That's all you care about Eat, drink, sleep, shit up the toilet in my house" Dropped out of high school, went to get a G.E.D The only thing though on my mind is how I'm gonna emcee God kicked out the crib, moved with my aunt in D.C Used to make my housecalls, by sellin nickel bags of weed Here and there I copped some gear, but I would stay with my dough 80 bucks a hour, just to hit studio Everyday, every night, I be spittin my flows Entered talent shows, would lose, cause they love the go-go Walkin off the stage vexed, "y'all muthafuckas don't know" Finally made a decision, to take my ass back home Copped at job at Mickey D's, flippin burgers with cheese Had to find a better way, cause this wasn't my speed Tight uniforn pants, with the arch in the back Phone ring, it's for Phife: "What up Shaheed, where you at?" "Jive, muthafucka, we just signed a contract" "Say word?" "Word bond, now give that uniform back" Now I'm happy than a mutha, yo, you can't tell me shit Couldn't wait to tell my mama: "I'm a celeb now, I quit" From the tender age of 9, this is all I dreamed of Hip-hop, the first chick, to ever have me in love Tell the world my name [ Dave West ] Phife, Phife Phife, Phife Phife ..singin this damn hook