I'm moving, yes I'm grooving
cause my mouth is on the motor
Use the Coast in the morning
to avoid the funky odor
Can't help being funky,
I'm the funky Abstract brother
Funky in a sense,
but I play the undercover
Once had a fetish, fetish for some booty
Now I'm getting funky and my rapping,
that's my duty
Brothers tend to jock on the
style in particular
If you got the ego like some brothers,
then I'll get with ya
But if I don't pursue,
then I just don't give a (fuck)
My motto in the 90's is be
happy making bucks
Girls love the Jim,
'cause it causes crazy friction
When it goes up in and fluctuates the diction
I still understand the oomph
'cause that's what I met her for
I'm hooked on the swings,
so just call me the music whore
Women love the voice,
brothers dig the lyrics
Quest the people's choice,
we thrive it for the spirit
If you can't hear it,
then get the wax utensils
Write my rhymes straight up,
don't get with no fancy stencils
The rhymes we get is sweet,
we stay away from tart
Our perfection is at work, perking up the art
If you want to battle,
I suggest you check your clock
Your demise is coming up and I
want your man to watch
Be the prime ex ample,
I deep instilled the sample
Insignificance,
here I'll place you on the mantle
Born up in Harlem,
reside down in Jamaica
The girl I used to rock,
her moms was a Quaker
Now what does that make her?
The evil money taker?
The crazy move faker,
I used that to break her
Phife is in the house (ooh, you know you got going on)
Uncle Mike is in the house (this ain't
a R&B song)
Bob Power is in the house (you got
it going on)
Tim Latham is in the house
(and on and on and on)
Wise Men is in the house
The Brand Nubs is in the house (on)
The J Beez, they in the house
And De La, they in the house
I must regroup my thoughts and kick the
next ones for my people
Please don't be deceived by the
ugly slice of evil
The world is kinda cold and the
rhythm is my blanket
Wrap yourself up in it, if you love
it, then you'll thank it
Don't move to rebuttal,
wave your hand for action
Some ladies in the '90's want
more than satisfaction
They want keys and Gs,
and all those illy things
If you want to, I'll show you,
just what the Ab can bring
I keep a tight net with my
brothers Ken and Kenny
If the question is of rhymes,
then I'll tell ya, I got plenty
The thing that men and women need
to do is stick together
Progressions can't be made
if we're separate forever
I hooked this funky beat with the
loop and the feature
With the funky singing by Miss Vinia Mojica
So listen because the Quest is led
through the underground
My people been up on Quest to long, no
more will we be down
People tend to riff 'cause they
don't know the mental
People tend to bug 'cause their beats
are hard but gentle
Africano lurks through the body
of this youngin'
Play like Bobby Byrd on your
back and your coming to
The house of the jazz,
of the funk, of the rhythm
All the goods are welcome,
but if you're a vil lain
I'll just wait and debate,
contemplate your arrival
If flexing is your motive,
then you don't like survival
The Abstract is speaking,
the hard beats is reaching
The Black and Puerto Ricans
'Cause their butt naked,
streakin' through the ever murky streets
Of the urbanized areas
Blastin' out the speakers
is the hip hop hys teria
Craig is in the house (ooh, you know you
got going on)
Pete Rock is in the house
(this ain't a R&B song)
Cl is in the house (you got
it going on)
Ultra Mag is in the house (and on
and on and on)
Nice and Smooth is in the house
Big Daddy Kane is in the house
Beatnuts is in the house
Special Ed is in the house
A Tribe Called Quest 
