Q-Tip:   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      Jarobi:   The economy...politics...police...everything   Except for the youth   But the youth about to come back      Q-Tip(voice distorted):   Alright, here they come   Uh oh, uh oh, uh!      Q-Tip:   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      Shaheed:   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