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    LE SON DU JOUR : A Tribe Called Quest, « Check the Rhime »

    Sorti en 1991, dans l’album « The Low End Theory », le single « Check the Rhime » de A Tribe Called Quest va contribuer à populariser ce groupe de hip-hop américain. Le prestigieux magazine Rolling Stones le considèrera même comme l’un des 500 meilleurs albums de tous les temps.

    Back in the days on the boulevard of Linden,
    We used to kick routines and presence was fittin’
    It was I the abstract

    And me the five footer
    I kicks the mad style so step off the frankfurter

    Yo, Phife, you remember that routine
    That we used to make spiffy like mister clean?

    Um um, a tidbit, um, a smidgen
    I don’t get the message so you gots to run the pigeon

    You on point Phife?
    All the time, tip
    You on point Phife?
    All the time, tip
    You on point Phife?
    All the time, tip
    Well, then grab the microphone and let your words rip

    Now here’s a funky introduction of how nice I am
    Tell your mother, tell your father, send a telegram
    I’m like an energizer ’cause, you see, I last long
    My crew is never ever wack because we stand strong
    Now if you say my style is wack that’s where you’re dead wrong
    I slayed that body in El Segundo then push it along
    You’d be a fool to reply that Phife is not the man
    Cause you know and I know that you know who I am
    A special shot of peace goes out to all my pals, you see
    And a middle finger goes for all you punk MC’s
    Cause I love it when you wack MC’s despise me
    They get vexed, I roll next, can’t none contest me
    I’m just a fly MC who’s five foot three and very brave
    On job remaining, no I’m chaining cause I misbehave
    I come correct in full effect have all my hoes in check
    And before I get the butt the jim must be erect
    You see, my aura’s positive I don’t promote no junk
    See, I’m far from a bully and I ain’t a punk
    Extremity in rhythm, yeah that’s what you heard
    So just clean out your ears and just check the word

    Check the rhyme y’all
    Check it out
    Check it out
    Check the rhyme y’all
    Play tapes y’all
    Check the rhyme y’all
    Check the rhyme y’all
    Check it out
    Check it out

    Back in days on the boulevard of Linden
    We used to kick routines and the presence was fittin’
    It was I the Phifer

    And me, the abstract
    The rhymes were so rumpin’ that the brothers rode the ‘zack

    Yo, tip you recall when we used to rock
    Those fly routines on your cousin’s block

    Um, let me see, damn I can’t remember
    I receive the message and you will play the sender

    You on point Tip?
    All the time Phife
    You on point Tip?
    Yeah, all the time Phife
    You on point Tip?
    Yo, all the time Phife
    So play the resurrector and give the dead some life

    Okay, if knowledge is the key then just show me the lock
    Got the scrawny legs but I move just like Luke Brock
    With speed I’m agile plus I’m worth your while
    One hundred percent intelligent black child
    My optic presentation sizzles the retina
    How far must I go to gain respect? Um
    Well, it’s kind of simple, just remain your own
    Or you’ll be crazy sad and alone
    Industry rule number four thousand and eighty
    Record company people are shady
    So kids watch your back ’cause I think they smoke crack
    I don’t doubt it, look at how they act
    Off to better things like a hip-hop forum
    Pass me the rock and I’ll storm with the crew and
    Proper. What you say Hammer? Proper
    Rap is not pop, if you call it that then stop

    NC, y’all check the rhyme y’all
    SC, y’all check it out y’all
    Virginia, check the rhyme y’all
    Check it out, out
    In London, check the rhyme, y’all

    Musique Le son du jour Rap

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