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Q-Tip:

The taste of nuthin, this does somethin

Moms that knows that, says I`m frontin

Call me Smiley, cuz I`m wiley

Livin life like the life of Riley

Smokin blunts with a boy named Bud

We cough up your lungs, cough up your cud

Put out fires, with a 40, ounce of water

You know you oughta

Dance to this, your girl you kiss

I like fried foods, especially fish

Afrocentric, I`m electric

Socialistic and eccentric

Body`s healthy, mind is wealthy

Thoughts, they flow, that will prepare me

To be a Native, get creative

Original and designative

Listen to the line that`s playin

Listen hard to what Q`s sayin

Politicians are magicians

Make your vote, they hope your wishin

Ambiguous words, senseless verbs

They all amount to crap that`s heard

Violent hip hop, money flip flops

Promoters won`t book, but it still rocks

I`m a Zulu, yes, a true blue

Red Alert is with the poo-poo

Ozone layer, loses flava

Here`s the edge that you will savor



Jarobi:

The economy...politics...police...everything

Except for the youth

But the youth about to come back



Q-Tip(voice distorted):

Alright, here they come

Uh oh, uh oh, uh!



Q-Tip:

With expressions and I`m guessin

19 years is a youthful lesson

Fallin skies babe, open eyes babe

Can`t you see what lays inside babe

Makin mentions on this tension

Rhythmic lovin, my profession

Hips, they gyrate, scripts I narrate

No banana, I ain`t a primate

Ain`t no soul glo, just an afro

The head is bred to let the thoughts grow

Quest together, to lands of never

Sleet and snow and storms can`t sever

Tribe is growin, never know when

For this time, six necks may show in

Dialogues have been accepted

Negatives have been rejected

That`s the music, negro music

Is here for all, so you must choose it

Phonies fondle, watch it throttle

3-6-5 straight out the bottle

Bustin caps, finger snaps

I prefer the second for ghetto tracks

Phife, Jarobi, Ali told me

Get the force like Wan Kenobi

Force his teachin, beats are screechin

Poly plateaus, we aim for reachin

Tribalization, freaks the nation

A mass of peers in celebration

Hopes been real high, since the knee high

Days of youth, feelin good and real spry

Avid combos, hear those bongos

Boom cacka boom, that`s how they go

We ain`t nomads, but we real glad

Hip hop slams through the nineties, no fad

As a rhythm, have been given

Hurry up, become, we breakin out, out



Shaheed:

With a rhythmic instinction to be able to travel

Beyond existing forces of life

Basically, that Tribal

And if you wanna get the rhythm

Then you have to join a Tribe

Word, peace

Q-Tip:

The taste of nuthin, this does somethin

Moms that knows that, says I`m frontin

Call me Smiley, cuz I`m wiley

Livin life like the life of Riley

Smokin blunts with a boy named Bud

We cough up your lungs, cough up your cud

Put out fires, with a 40, ounce of water

You know you oughta

Dance to this, your girl you kiss

I like fried foods, especially fish

Afrocentric, I`m electric

Socialistic and eccentric

Body`s healthy, mind is wealthy

Thoughts, they flow, that will prepare me

To be a Native, get creative

Original and designative

Listen to the line that`s playin

Listen hard to what Q`s sayin

Politicians are magicians

Make your vote, they hope your wishin

Ambiguous words, senseless verbs

They all amount to crap that`s heard

Violent hip hop, money flip flops

Promoters won`t book, but it still rocks

I`m a Zulu, yes, a true blue

Red Alert is with the poo-poo

Ozone layer, loses flava

Here`s the edge that you will savor



Jarobi:

The economy...politics...police...everything

Except for the youth

But the youth about to come back



Q-Tip(voice distorted):

Alright, here they come

Uh oh, uh oh, uh!



Q-Tip:

With expressions and I`m guessin

19 years is a youthful lesson

Fallin skies babe, open eyes babe

Can`t you see what lays inside babe

Makin mentions on this tension

Rhythmic lovin, my profession

Hips, they gyrate, scripts I narrate

No banana, I ain`t a primate

Ain`t no soul glo, just an afro

The head is bred to let the thoughts grow

Quest together, to lands of never

Sleet and snow and storms can`t sever

Tribe is growin, never know when

For this time, six necks may show in

Dialogues have been accepted

Negatives have been rejected

That`s the music, negro music

Is here for all, so you must choose it

Phonies fondle, watch it throttle

3-6-5 straight out the bottle

Bustin caps, finger snaps

I prefer the second for ghetto tracks

Phife, Jarobi, Ali told me

Get the force like Wan Kenobi

Force his teachin, beats are screechin

Poly plateaus, we aim for reachin

Tribalization, freaks the nation

A mass of peers in celebration

Hopes been real high, since the knee high

Days of youth, feelin good and real spry

Avid combos, hear those bongos

Boom cacka boom, that`s how they go

We ain`t nomads, but we real glad

Hip hop slams through the nineties, no fad

As a rhythm, have been given

Hurry up, become, we breakin out, out



Shaheed:

With a rhythmic instinction to be able to travel

Beyond existing forces of life

Basically, that Tribal

And if you wanna get the rhythm

Then you have to join a Tribe

Word, peace

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