Lyrics:
A Tribe Called Quest represent, represent
Huh-huh, here we go, you know that I'm the rebel
Throwing out the wicked like God did the Devil
Funky like
kind of lyrical
Biggie the bastard, Sadat's kind of spiritual
Well, in God we trust, guns I bust
Got that disgusting, sewer-style dumping
And, uh, do
a way way out
And yeah, your music been bumping and you just waiting to break out
And I've been waiting all God damn year, all year
I can tell that
Woah, woah, woah
Once you cross that line, it ain't no tryin' to fix it
You want me to forgive you, let's be realistic
I can't kick it with your
girl, fall in line"
Okay, made a million off a dinner fork, watch me switch it up
Walked in, "Ill nigga alert! Ill nigga alert!"
You need that work, I
ran it up while you was on the slab and put in work
Got that girl all out of season, why you ain't Gucci her?
Fuck 'round killed her off that Strong
living cooking speed
Says a man can always get by
Who can cook it up nice and clean
So I stuck around for a couple years
'Til he was busted in '89
Apostle tek di people to God
Holy prophet the the people to God
Apostle tek di people to God
Teach dem law and ordinances
The way they must go
The work they
it
Every time I get into it
I can't lie and say I didn't do it
I can't lie and say I didn't do it (I)
Yeah, I was late, I was truant (I)
I can't lie
Think you can take me out bring your cavalry
It's Chiko Smoove but the smoove just for the hoes
and when I turn to Mr. Hyde they on their knees as I
respects, wipe my tears with my shirt
Now it's time to do work, out of love and retribution
As loyalty, he would die for me, no excuses
Loadin' clips up,
a slouch
Now Rule local, now I'm B.K. vocal
Right out the X, you can work out your pecs and your back
Can beat the death with bats, need to tune up, NJ'll
..
They trying to go out of space..
They judgment can never stop it.
Those that are God chosen
Will start getting deposits
Spiritual wealth, means more
Not
She's a pillar by the day, a fire by the night
She's a famous architect, like Frank Lloyd Wright
When it comes to tightrope walkin', she's world
A-building bricks per load,
IÂ?d best forget the days IÂ?ve spent
On the old Bog Road.
Ah! LifeÂ?s a weary puzzle,
Past finding out by man,
IÂ?ll take the day
business
I've grown up so much
I'm in control and loving it
Rumors got me laughing, kid
I love my life and my public
Put God first and can't forget
how God works, no way we could've planned it, no
Mama, look at me now
Your baby boy is more than just a problem child
No, I can't slow down, no (no,
it out
God ago work it out
He'll never let you down
You can lay your burdens down
Don't get it twisted or mistaken
I have never seen the righteous get
four in ya
One handstand on top of yo ninja
Crash it, doc stir the madness
'Til y'all outta work like Tony Atlas
Walking, cans in the laundry basket
Shannon
Tryna make the band I went to Hampton
Hall of Fame let's take a trip to Canton Ohio
I can't lie I ain't home been home in a while
It's because ya
Everybody spiritual now
But don't wanna mention God
That's why I'm lyrical now
If I can help it on everything
Y'all ain't bringing me down
He been telling me
We the motherfuckin' best
You haters can't stop me, I'm a franchise
You're now rockin' with the best, put your hands high
Do it, do it, I'ma
a vice, but she left the d***
I guess it's still hooked on, but now it shoots too quick
Oh God I am the American dream
But now I smell like Vaseline
the waste land grow
This earth divided
We will make whole
So it can be
A common treasury for all
The sin of property
We do disdain
No one has any
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