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from The Love Movement

"His Name Is Mutty Ranks" is track #8 on the album The Love Movement. It was written by Yancey, James Dewitt / Fareed, Kamaal Ibn John / Taylor, Malik Izaak / Jones-muhammad, Ali Shaheed.
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"His Name Is Mutty Ranks" is track #8 on the album The Love Movement. It was written by Yancey, James Dewitt / Fareed, Kamaal Ibn John / Taylor, Malik Izaak / Jones-muhammad, Ali Shaheed.
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Live and direct, live and direct
You know what live and direct mean?
Live and direct, come

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, how you be? How you be?
From New York to A T aliens, you kno what Im sayin'?
Word up, do it like this
Word up, word up, do it like that
And you dont stop, and you dont quit
Unless youre in the studio doin' wack shit
Yo check it

Boom batta, watch your teeth shatter
All that shit you pop in your jams, it wont matter
Bust your whole grill, now watch that joint shatter
Im the captain of the ship, fuck a William Shatner
Emcees be poppin' shit when they squeezin' they cake batter
Claimin' they style be fat, but guess whose style is fatter?
The ill beat jacker, emcee attacker
Fuckin' with the diggy it dont get no blacker

Malik is Zach Taylor, ey the stress reliever
Brown eyed shorty, chocolate like Godiva
Fuck what you heard, Ill make you a believer
Me getting' burnt, thats like a white girl named Shareema
You never see her, 'cause shes the black like Sarafina
Set shit off like Monifah, nickel like Khadija
So girls with fat asses and tits, nice to meet ya
Do five plus five equals ten? Ask your teacher

For God so loved the world he said, "Phife, ask your preacher"
Love to toot my own horne, similar to Lena
Before I take stage, I take sips of Aquefina
Fucked Judy Jetson, now they call me Jet Screamer
Love my coffee dark so you can keep your dairy creamer
Tribe fallin' off well youse a goddamn dreamer

Hah, yaknahmean?
A word up, a word up, a word up, a word up, yo
Have you heard the one make the crowd rock?
Tribe called Quest we haffa do it non-stop
Listen to the radio, were never goin' pop 'cause

Ya nah ready for dis yet, bwoy
Say ya nah ready, say ya nah ready
Say ya nah ready for dis yet, bwoy
Say ya nah ready, say ya nah ready
Say ya nah ready for dis yet, bwoy
And we out like that, buck that

Songwriters
YANCEY, JAMES DEWITT / FAREED, KAMAAL IBN JOHN / TAYLOR, MALIK IZAAK / JONES-MUHAMMAD, ALI SHAHEED

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