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
the economy.politics.police.everything
except for the youth
but the youth about to come back
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alright
here they come
uh oh
uh oh
uh!
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
peac