We be the number one motivators
Ghetto mentality and the innovators
Some of y’all may really hate us
But we won’t be soft, all we wanna do is rock
We be the crew that presents it on wicked instrumental
Damagin' your mental, from here to Sacramento
This here groove was made for vintage freestylin'
Feelin' like I’m chillin' on a Caribbean island
Rugged, raw material is what we bring forth
A Tribe Called Quest, we representin' up north
What’s that you’re sayin' in the back, actin' all silly
Kickin' freestyle raps, rollin' up Phillies
It’s the four man fiasco in charge like Roscoe
Now you get the picture like Picasso
We make it happen when these niggaz start rappin'
Who this, captain? Stick out your hand, you gets no dappin'
I got the Razor, I got the Phife, I got the Shaheed
Now all you shorties move your ass while you puff weed
Blessin' fans with autographs in my paths
While other rappers get gassed, they be defeatin' the task
Yo, if I ruled the world
It wouldn't be that gassed shit, niggaz'll make the light swirl
'Cuz half of you Gs, ain't nuthin' but girl, scouts
And I'ma show you what it’s all about
(Ah yeah)
Is what you say when my love's in your mouth
Without a doubt, I cut MC's like the cord
'Cuz I does more than that MC from the lords
While you be froggin' like bud-wei-ser
And rappin' is what you slackin' in
I’m knockin' MC's outta action like abstinence
Rockin' since kiss my dick was kickin' ass
Peachfuzz, 'cuz you might be on drugs
We be the number one motivators
Ghetto mentality and the innovators
Some of y’all may really hate us
But we won’t be soft, all we wanna do is rock the floor
To all my people across the state who sit back and contemplate
Motivate, motivate
To all my people across the land who get their feet stuck in sand
Motivate, I motivate y’all
Ay yo, I speak with somethin' new but not granddaddy I.U.
Stay tuned, live from the LBQ
Ay yo, it’s destined St. John, I swing on your block
You know how I get down like Heather B. with them glocks
I came to lead my team to victory like Hayden Fox
'Cuz heads ain’t ready for the Willie I got
Ya naw’mean slim, I dug my thing like them grim
Leavin' crews in state of black and blue like Rakim
And if you don’t know, you better ask another
It’s like 192 when we rollin' deep cover
So don’t shut down on the Razor
'Cuz in the 9-live we steppin' through hotter than the trail blazers
And in Queens, I be a legend like Richard Dean
Son, I got a team that Hakeem couldn't dream
While you be standin' sellin', Queens keep it live
Who the hell you tellin'
(Kim from the Tribe)
Let me tell you why I be the top dog in the industry
(What's that?)
Because all these so-called mutts are not seein' me
(Say what)
They too busy eatin' cycles 1, 2 and 3
They can’t MC, I’d rather be down with fuckin' Droopy D
My style is deadly, word bond, act like you fuckin' know
Been writin' rhymes ever since Ray Parker sang with radio
You’re style is played out like a two-tone down goose
You couldn’t converse if you had fuckin' react juice
So hold your corner as I fuckin' bless this mic in here
I’m eatin' through your crew like Stephen King’s Langoliers
Chop off my feet, word to God, I’m gonna hurt you
(Will y’all fall off? )
Will Laura fuck Urkel?
Never, here comes the funk, smell the aroma
Kid, my shit’s the bomb
Ask my peeps from Oklahoma
To all my people across the state who sit back and contemplate
Motivate, motivate, I motivate y’all
To all my people across the land who get stuck in great sand
Motivate, I motivate y’all
To all my peoples everywhere throw your mitts in the air
Motivate, motivate, motivate, motivate
Can’t do nuthin' for your frontin', get involved and do somethin'
Motivate, motivate, I motivate, I motivate, I moti