When someone explains themselves, they don't need ambassadors.
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...
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...
Before all the "funky rappers," before all the "Happy rappers," objectively a thousand times more technically prepared and imaginative than all the Funky and the Happy. When everyone was too bad, and everyone thought they were public enemy number one, they focused on making music. Before Doo Bop, before Blue Lines and all of Bristol and its province, before any other guy came up with the idea of mixing funk and rap with two drops of Jazz. Casually airing in the best decade of the genre. Eight years after the schism and 18 from the creation, here's the Tribe that set out to explore when everything was still to be created, those who instead of overtaking, started several light years ahead, all thanks to attitude? Dialogues have been accepted, negatives have been rejected. The professional, the Negro. Proud to be like that, honey.
Bows, somersaults, streamers, firecrackers and ovations galore, but please, no American Dream.
Iiii don't eat no haaam n' eggs, cuz they're hiiiigh in choooleeesteeeroooool...
A yo, Phife do you eat em? No, Tip do you eat em?
Uh huh, not at aaalllll
Iiii don't eat no haaam n' eggs, cuz they're hiiiigh in choooleeesteeeroooool...
Jarobi, do you eat em? Nope, Shah, do you eat em?
... Noooot at aaalllll...
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