A Tribe Called Quest Lyrics

Album: Low End Theory

Excursions Lyrics

[Q-Tip] 

Back in the days when I was a teenager 

Before I had status and before I had a pager 

You could find the Abstract listening to hip hop 

My pops used to say, it reminded him of be-bop 

I said, well daddy don't you know that things go in cycles 

The way that Bobby Brown is just ampin like Michael 

Its all expected, things are for the looking 

If you got the money, Quest is for the booking 

Come on everybody, let's get with the fly modes 

Still got room on the truck, load the back boom 

Listen to the rhymes, to get a mental picture 

Of this black man, black woman venture 

Why do I say that, cuz I gotta speak the truth man 

Doing what we feel for the music is the proof and 

Planted on the ground, the act is so together 

Bonafied strong, you need leverage to sever 

The unit, yes, the unit, yes, the unit called the jazz is 

We deliver it each year on the street for the beat cuz 

You can find it on the rack in your record store(store) 

If you get the record, then your thoughts are adored and appreciated 

Cuz we're ever so glad we made it 

We work hard, so we gotta thank God 

Dishin out the plastic, do the dance till you spastic 

If you dis...it gets drastic 

Listen to the rhymes, cuz its time to make gravy 

If it moves your booty, then shake, shake it baby 

All the way to Africa a.k.a. The Motherland (uh) 

Stick out the left, then I'll ask for the other hand 

That's the right hand, Black Man (man) 

Only if you was noted as my man (man) 

If I get the credit, then I'll think I deserve it 

If you fake moves, don't fix your mouth to word it 

Get in the zone of positivity, not negativity 

Cuz we gotta strive for longevity 

If you botch up, what's in that (ass) (what?) 

A pair of Nikes, size ten-and-a-half (come on, come on) 

Chorus: 

We gotta make moves 

Never, ever, ever could we fake moves (come on, come on) (4X) 

You gotta be a winner all the time 

Can't fall prey to a hip hop crime 

With the dope raps and dope tracks for you for blocks 

From the fly girlies to the hardest of the rocks 

Musically the Quest, is on the rise 

We on these Excursions so you must realize 

Hip hop continually, about the Zulu 

If you don't like it, get off the Zulu tip 

So what could you do in the times which exist 

You can't fake moves on your brother or your sis 

But if your sis is a (bitch), brother is a jerk 

Leave 'em both alone and continue with your work 

Whatever it may be into this society 

Everything is fair, at least that how it seems to me 

You must be honest and true to the next 

Don't be phony and expect one not to flex 

Especially if you rhyme, you have to live by the pen 

Your man is your man, then treat him like your friend 

All it is, is the code of the streets 

So listen to the knowledge being dropped over beats 

Beats that are hard, beats that are funky 

It could get you hooked like a crackhead junkie 

What you gotta do to is know that the Tribe's in this sphere 

The Abstract Poet, prominent like Shakespeare 

Chorus (repeat until end) 

Edgar Allan Poe, it don't stop (uh!)