Vibes And Stuff accords de guitare originaux par 
A Tribe Called Quest 
Tonalité : D major•
Verse 1
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Let me flaunt the style,
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I think that the time's near
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That we drop Scuds,
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there won't be no duds here
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Rappers play the dumb,
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kinda on the space tip
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But when they hear the jams,
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they be on the dilsnick
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Now I'm not for the rock, I know the territory
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Go ahead and try, that's a different story
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Similar to Grimm, I could tell a better one
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All about a kid, who couldn't rap and didn't run
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Stands on the side
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when the mic is getting dumb
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Resorts to bagging Billy,
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asking could he have some
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No, never ever, go back and try again, man
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If you come back,
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I'll be the first to shake your hand
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Competition's good,
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it brings out the vital parts
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The Abstract Poetic, majors in recital arts
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Do it for the kids, the elders and the rap peers
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We know the job is done
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when we hear a lot of cheers
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Gotta feel the vibes, real from my creation
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If the hands clap, I'm filled with elation
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Here I am ghetto, full with a lot of steam
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Think I gotta, I think I gotta,
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I think I gotta scream
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'Cause that's how good it feels, child
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Let your hair down, so we can get buckwild
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Do your ill dance,
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don't think about the next man
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We must have unity
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and think of the bigger plan
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Division we will fall,
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we must stick together, see
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I'd like to take this time
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to say what's up to Kool G
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The name is Q-Tip, the Midnight Marauder
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Give enough respect to Afrika Bambaataa
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As a man in the world, I must do my job
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Take care of Mama Duke, I won't resort to rob
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Bob you'll get your dough,
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Mase is my witness
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Obsessed with the rap,
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for it's the mental fitness
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Like shooting Cee-lo,
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and always hitting head cracks
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The industry is luck,
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winning with the fake raps
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Peace to the crews
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who pump the real hip hop
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Not selling out, from hardrock to disc jock...
Verse 2
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I don't know what to say, but here I go freak it
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If the papes come, then you know I'll seek it
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I'm just a short brother, dark skin face
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Weigh a buck-fifty, 36 waist
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Hair is crazy curly, flip like Mr. Furley
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To this day I still believe
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that no MC can serve me
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Brothers try to front, but everybody know
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I get more props than the Arsenio Hall Show
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Party animal I was, but now I chill at home
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All I do is write rhymes,
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eat, drink, shit and bone
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Found my thrill in Amityville,
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I'm always in the Island
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Fudge and Lucky know the time,
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they know who keeps 'em smiling
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Go out on my own, something that I gotta do
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Do what the hell I want
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and have no one to listen to
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I'm prompt with my business
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and I do things on the double
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Yo, I'm out like Buster Douglas,
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I say peace to MC Trouble
Chorus 1
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(Rest in peace)
Word Up, rest in peace,
and you know what else?
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We got, we got, we got the vibes
All the people in Long Island, we got the vibes
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Brooklyn and Queens, we got the vibes
Uptown and Now Rule, we got the vibes
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People Upstate, we got the vibes
If you're in DC, you got the vibes
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Maryland, Virginia, Carolina vibes
Out West, we got the vibes
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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
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Of rap I'm a fan, I've seen a whole lot of slums
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Good with the girls, I get a whole lot of 'em
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From fat to skinny, Freda to Winnie
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Emma to Cindy, Constance to Wendy
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'Cause I be real friendly,
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never on the snotty side
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I don't brag to brothers
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about the little papes I got
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My vocal styles can vary,
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the sight is never scary
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It's only legendary,
my father well prepared me
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My job ain't temporary,
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I'm here for the long shot
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Better yet the long term, I don't have a perm
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In a way I do, call 'em the perma-naps
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I'm crazy slap-happy
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and I'm scrappy and I'm nappy
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When I get the mic in my hand
with the crowd in the stand
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It's as good as grand like that
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I wanna say peace and dedicate this joint
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to MC Trouble
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And to uh, Trouble T Roy
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And to um, Scott La Rock
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And to um, Cowboy, you know what I'm sayin'?
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This is for the slain rappers
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and the fallen rappers,
you know what I'm sayin'?
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This is a special, special, special,
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special dedication
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And also to my Pops
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and also to Vinia's Moms,
you know what I'm saying?
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You just gotta keep it happy
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and keep the vibes going
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'Cause this is Vibes and Stuff, and we out
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Outro 1
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