youthful expression

tribe called quest, a

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