Intro: What we're gonna do right here is go back, Way back, Back into time. Nineteen Ninety-Nine A.D., more then a generation away and yet dreams travel faster than light. And even an odd shape like this, the oldest and strongest natural shape known. Hexagon modules that grow with a family's size and interest... Know what this is...? It's a man... (Of the fifteen carloads shipped transfer twelve "A" units to area three in sixteen...) ...talking to a machine. (...to area four.) ***Phone dial beep...*** And this is a machine talking to a machine. ***Phone dial beep...***

First Phrase: Here everything is regulated by machines. You've arrived here at a critical moment. Turn the power back-on! 'Ok' What are the facts he asks? Check it! Don't say I didn't want it... Go on over and use that mic now, will it click here? That's what the chicks thrive on... Second Phrase: And he agrees to give him all the dope, no pun intended... Can you hear it? Hear it? Yes! Night after night, I'm awake until dawn... Waiting. Bring it! And so, as near as it had began, five-hundred years earlier, Copernicus and Galileo end as the first astronauts... exist first falling steps onto the shores of the moon...

Now... here comes the music: (Cheerfully): You may not find us on your tv, because in case you did not know. We're being brought to you on, brought to you on, brought to you by R-A-D-I-O. (Applause)

[Intro:] You on point Phife? Once Again Tip You on point Phife? Once Again Tip You on point Phife? Once Again Tip Word Watch me bust they shit OK [Verse 1: Phife Dawg] This is the year that I come in and just devastate My style is great ask your peoples can I dominate? My rhymes are harder than last night's erection Don't play me close, I'll have this mic up in your mid-section My shit is lovely simply meaning that my joint is tight Amping up the mic making sure production's tight Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock My name's Malik my hobby's putting MC's to the test And if you front I'll put my foot up in your freaking chest Freestyle fanatic, and never will it ever stop You crew is loose, you might just want to call the cops [Q-Tip] Aye, yo I gotta put some action on paper Make sure my verse jump up and spread out like the raper The only tip I got for a waiter Is watch the doorknob hit me where the dirty dog shoulda' bit me That was my train of thought, but for so long I fought Now I'm at a level supreme to the devil So turn up the bass and lay low on the treble We be the real MC's and you dead, bring a shovel Revitalize, the vital Tribe nigga, WHAT? The ladies sweat the style like the squirrel sweat the nuts You know a fellas good for the moola Don't smoke no woolas, read the name call me Slick Tip the Ruler You on point Phife? Once Again Tip You on point Phife? Once Again Tip You on point Phife? Once Again Tip Word Watch me bust they shit OK [Phife Dawg] I fought my shit up on Linden in the one-nine-two Forever writing never biting ain't shit else to do Hoping to battle, but most MC's ain't ready yet But if they utter one word then it's as good as set You have MC's dropping bombs that's incredible Some of the brothers, their styles are just despicable As for me see I just do how I love to do Try to deny me of my props then I'll be seeing you Most of you suckers wanna be down for the tag along The freaking fame, someone tell em that this shit ain't games You gots to do this from your heart meaning your inner soul And if it's real only then will you be on a roll I try to stay on top my game there ain't no time to lose Four albums deep as a Quester but still we payin' dues So hear me out one time, you gots to be yourself Cause if you ain't yourself you end up by your freaking self I'm coming rugged with the Linden Boule type of slang And yo, we'll see who can hang yo You on point Phife? Once Again Tip You on point Phife? Once Again Tip You on point Phife? Once Again Tip Word Watch me bust they shit OK - 1nce Again, Phife Dawg & Q-Tip, A Tribe Called Quest

You're listening... (yeah, like all the time I'm listening) to the station that swings... (this station really swings me) for the swingin'-est sounds in music... (ooooo, the swingin'inest ringin'inest) it's the station that swings... (ooooo, this station's really got me in orbit)

In appreciation of the stylists of America, who work in lines, forms, and textures, and colors. To give to us beauty, charm, and elegance in the conveniences, comforts, and necessities of our daily living. As a tribute to men and women who design...

Method Man: 'Here comes the ruckus the motherfucking ruckus Thousands of cut throats and purse snatchin' fucks Straight from the brain I'll be givin you the pain anger Comin' from the thirty sixth chamber bang! 'Tical hittin' with the Buddha fist style Shotgun slammin' in your chest piece, plow! Brain, is blown all over the terrain Like a man without no arms you can't hang.' - P. L. O. Style, Method Man

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