A Tribe Called Quest

We can get down [Repeat: x4]
We can, we can get down [Repeat: x4]
Ah, it's like that man, it's like that (yes!) [Repeat: x2]
It's like that man, it's like that (yes!) [Repeat: x2]

(Check it)

I'm not your average MC with the Joe Schmo flow
If you don't know me by now, you'll never know
Steppin' on my critics, beatin' on my foes
The plan is to stay focused, only then I can go
Straight from the heart, I represent hip hop
I be three albums deep, but I don't want to go pop
Too many candy rappers seem to be at the top
Too much candy is no good, so now I'm closin' the shop

Crushin' competition like your tires on grapes
My rhymes styles be blendin' like a Ron G tape
My man where ya goin'? You can't escape
When the Tribe is in the house, that means nobody is safe

How can a reverend preach, when a rev can't define
The music of our youth from 1979
We rap about what we see, meaning reality
From people bustin' caps and like Mandela bein' free
Not every MC be with the negativity
We have a slew of rappers pushin' positivity
Hip hop will never die yo, it's all about the rap
So Marion Barry smokin' crack, let's preach about that

The trash you talk won't matter, that old bogus chatter
The more that you condemn us, it only makes us phatter
When I talk, I know I'm talkin' for you poppers all around
You know you love the sound, we gets down


I'm the cherry on the top of yo ice cream
I'm the wish you thought inside your dream
Listen to the way we pulsate the jam
I'm the nigga here with the mic in hand

Styles that we present are just a few
To do away with you and your hum drum crew
This is '93 and the shit is real
Black people unite and put down your steel

Ladies make a forum on your sexual drive
Devoted to your lover and make it thrive
The riff was of F, I'm a hip hop body
Release the energy like the force of a shotty
Standin' on the wall with my Polo on
Talkin' to the girl with the Liz Claiborne

Keep the poetry in my black knapsack
Got my Timbo horse and my Doublemint pack
Hit the city streets to enhance my soul
I can kick a rhyme over ill drum rolls
With a kick, snare, kicks and high hat
Skilled in the trade of that old boom bap
I can do a trick with the opposite breed
I used to down 40s and smoke grain weed
Now, I'm doin' shows with half loot down
Now it's time for me to take ya uptown

[Repeat: x7]
It's like that man, it's like that (yes!)

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