Vibes and Stuff

A Tribe Called Quest

credits


publisher: ©Universal Music Publishing Group
writers: Ali Shaheed Jones-Muhammad, Kamaal Ibn John Fareed, Malik Izaak Taylor
album: Track 7 in album The Low End Theory
release date: 1991-9-24
popularity : 35 users have visited this page.
genres: Hip Hop
styles: Conscious
length: 4:18
producer: A Tribe Called Quest
mixer: A Tribe Called Quest and Bob Power
recorded by: A Tribe Called Quest and Bob Power
composer: Jonathan Davis, Malik Isaac Taylor

Album Information

label: Jive
country(area): United States
format: CD
barcode: 012414141828
script: Latin

Cover Art

A Tribe Called Quest The Low End Theory cover art

Lyrics

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Let me flaunt the style, I think that the time's near
Rappers play the dumb, kinda on the space tip
Now I'm not for the rock, I know the territory
Similar to Grimm, I could tell a better one
Stands on the side when the mic is getting dumb
No never ever, go back and try again man
Competition's good, it brings out the vital parts
Do it for the kids, the elders and the rap peers
Gotta feel the vibes, real from my creation
Here I am ghetto, full with a lot of steam
Cause that's how good it feels child
Do your ill dance, don't think about the next man
Division we will fall, we must stick together, see
The name is Q-Tip, the Midnight Marauder
As a man in the world, I must do my job
Bob you'll get your dough, Mase is my witness
Like shooting Cee-lo, and always hitting head cracks
Peace to the crews who pump the real hip hop

If the papes come, then you know I'll seek it
Weigh a buck-fifty, 36 waist
To this day I still believe that no MC can serve me
I get more props than the Arsenio Hall Show
All I do is write rhymes, eat, drink, **** and bone
Fudge and Lucky know the time, they know who keeps 'em smiling
Do what the hell I want and have no one to listen to
Yo, I'm out like Buster Douglas, I say peace to MC Trouble

We got, we got, we got the vibes
Brooklyn and Queens, we got the vibes
People Upstate, we got the vibes
Maryland, Virginia, Carolina vibes
In the Bahamas, we got the vibes
And we gotta keep it alive, it goes um
Of rap I'm a fan, I've seen a whole lot of slums
From fat to skinny, Freda to Winnie
Cause I be real friendly, never on the snotty side
My vocal styles can vary, the sight is never scary
My job ain't temporary, I'm here for the long shot
In a way I do, call 'em the perma-naps
When I get the mic in my hand with the crowd in stand

And to uh, Trouble T Roy
And to um, Cowboy, you know what I'm sayin?
This is a special, special, special, special, special dedication
You just gotta keep it happy and keep the vibes going

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Track Listing


CD 1
  • 1 Excursions
  • 2 Buggin’ Out
  • 3 Rap Promoter
  • 4 Butter
  • 5 Verses From the Abstract
  • 6 Show Business
  • 7 Vibes and Stuff
  • 8 The Infamous Date Rape
  • 9 Check the Rhime
  • 10 Everything Is Fair
  • 11 Jazz (We’ve Got)
  • 12 Skypager
  • 13 What?
  • 14 Scenario