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(Q-Tip) |
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Q-Tip is my title. |
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I don't think that is vital for me to be your idol, |
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but dig this recital. |
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If you can't envision a brother who ain't dissin |
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Slingin' this and that, 'cause this and that was missin |
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Instead, it's been injected, the Tribe has been perfected |
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Oh yes, it's been selected, the art makes it protected |
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Afrocentric livin', Africans be givin |
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A lot to the cause 'cause the cause has been risen |
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Some brothers, they be flammin', thinkin' we ain't slammin |
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Comin' off like the days where we used to wear the tans and |
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A blue-colllar talker, a hemisphere stalker |
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A glass of O.J and a ten mile walk-a |
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If you're in a Jeep and you dig what you're hearin |
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Can I get a beep and a side order of cheerin? |
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I am what I am, that's a tribal man |
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We all know the colours, we all must stand |
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As we start our travels, things they will unravel |
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"Que sera sera", for this unit is like gravel |
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Won't be gone for long, listen to the song |
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If you can't pull it, all ya gotta do is |
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Chorus: |
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Push it along, push it along. |
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Push it along, yeah, push it along. (repeat 4x) |
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(Phife Dawg) |
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Put one up for the Phifer, it's time to decipher |
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The ills of the world make the situation lighter |
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The clock is always tickin', the systems should be kickin |
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Like ? ham and eggs, I eat chicken, chicken, chicken |
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Should I release the lever, the lever of the clever |
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Embelish on the funk as we start to endeavour? |
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The ?wraughts? of the rap filling up the gap |
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With the smash of a hand and a little toe tap |
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(Q-Tip) |
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The boom, the bip, the boom bip |
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Indicates to the brothers that we be on the flip tip |
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Phonies start to crumble, funky rhythm rumbles |
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Through the dance-hall, but my anthem is humble |
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It's the nitty-gritty, my time is itty-bitty |
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So I ?kick the slash for the gipper? and the witty |
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This ain't trial and error, more like tribe and error |
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Constantly rude as some sort of tribal terror |
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The street can't depart from the bloody heart |
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Repair the wear and tear, don't start 'fore it starts |
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Won't be gone for long, listen to the song |
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If you can't pull it, all ya gotta do is |
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Repeat chorus |
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(Q-Tip) |
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Marchin' off the project, we hope that you will subject |
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It's good to be an object and never, ever reject |
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The tribe who meanders with drunken propoganda |
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Keep it in boom and never will we slander |
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? should be handed, don't let me demand it |
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Money gives a nudge to the poet star bandit |
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Control it, then recluse it, follow, you won't lose it |
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Mysterious is the tribe for we choose it |
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Although she's flippin' crazy, give my love to Gracy |
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God, could you help 'cause this Quest is crazy spacey? |
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The pigs are wearin' blue, and in a year or two |
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We'll be goin' up the creek in a great big canoe |
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What we gonna do, save me and my brothers? |
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Hop inside the bed and pull over the covers |
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Never will we do that and we ain't tryin' to rule that |
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We just want a slab of the ham, don't you know, black? |
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This society of fake reality |
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Are nothin' but a peg of informality |
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While I sing my song, sing it all day long, |
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If you can't pull it, all ya gotta do is |
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Repeat chorus |
