A Tribe Called Quest - Glamour and Glitz Lyrics

 [Verse 1: Q-Tip]

Yup yup yup

To the North to the South to the East to the West

I don’t discriminate boy I bring it to your chest

If you oppose, then your soul will decompose

Strive to get money and I’m not no hoe

Fresher than the air that you’re breathing through your nose

Iller than the kicks that you’re puttin on your toes

You can ask Bo but yo that nigga don’t know

About the dominant factor, the accurate rapper

Here’s the next chapter, page ninety-five

Niggas so hard it’s a wonder they alive

But yo we still survive through the danger that lurks

My eyes remain wide while you ass like Urk

And yo my Family Matters, so all you mad hatters

Put your thinking caps on and motherfuckin brainstorm

‘Cause I got the plan that wins and can’t lose

Your man knows who’s nice, say Tip, he’ll say “True”

A lot of these jokers out here is blasé

I’ll be rockin mikes until a horse says ‘hey’

Some are preoccupied with glamour and glitz

Actin all bougie and making big movies

But I’ll be in the cut, call me Incognito

Busy making joints that will bump for my people

You’re listening to a man who was something from nothing

Stay in me forever head, never be frontin’

[Chorus 2X]

Once in a while we have fun in the mix

Into good living but some be into glitz

Everybody knew, all the fellas and the chicks

We gotta wear a shoe that fits

C’mon word, check it out now [you out there?]

Uh, uh, check it out now [you out there?]

What? Uh, check it out now [louder! louder!]

[Louder! louder!] Uh, check it out, yo

[Verse 2]

Peace to the girl named Hurricane G

Peace to my girl named Dawn Paris

Peace to the Organized Kon-fus-ion

Peace to all my shorties who be dying too young

Peace to both coasts and the land in between

Peace to your man if you’re doing your thing

Peace to my peoples who is incarcerated

Asalaam alaikum means peace, don’t debate it

Devouring, and towering over fools

Your mic is broke and my shit’s cool

The black man with the understanding of

The three wise men and the theories of Zen

Yo, I get inside the crevice like a dentist

Disrupt, the block, like Dennis, the Menace

Shaheed is on the needle, the shit it won’t weeble

Or wobble, your rhymes is mixed up like Boggle

Bingo! That was the damn dog’s name

But yo I know another one with much more fame

The Phife Dawg, and that’s my word to the cipher

About to bring it to your chest and ’cause strife, check it out

You’re doubling back to your rhyming pad

What I represent is MC’s gone mad

In a perfect world there’s imperfect acts

We’ve come like a guide to redirect alla that

So people with a gift can just flaunt and get money

So much, we in the bank that the shit ain’t funny

Money is invested in real estate and stocks

But not inside the glamour ’cause all of that stops


Yo, this the Cons to the Quence

Up in ya like a stiff one, nah’mean?

It’s nine-five, you got to live it or rip it

So if you step on the streets keep it movin, nah’mean?


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