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A Tribe Called Quest Love Movement Rock Rock Y'all [punch] yo! we about to rock this joint, from the family. and We want ya'll all to know, that it's time... Chorus (all): To rock rock ya'll Freak freak ya'll To the beat ya'll It's unique ya'll (2x) [punch] A-yo praise the master, make plans wit' your pastor My rap'll blast ya, send you to the hereafter I push a tractor, for horses grazin' in the pasture Ya heard i was trickin', the whole room filled with laughter In ciphers, i'm the one you don't rhyme after You only know half of the math, it don't add up The lead batter, my hits make ya frame shatter Watch me now! just begun like jimmy castor I'm bad luck just like walkin' under ladders Mad rappers, book of life, last chapter Me and my squad build just like contractors I break shit, you only give hairline fractures Women flash us, don't know ya better ask us A bastard, wit' more contacts than lens crafters Tear down the rafters, venerials couldn't clap us You need practice, hit chicks then i'm casper [jane doe] The church of scientology, feminine biology Manic depressive psychologically, a.d.d. alive and we Polluted by technology, the fumes and its ecology While your thought you was out of copy i get nastier than sodomy Probably an oddesey, started back on robbery Was the degree of the economy that do the sovereignty Regarded as a prodigy, leery in sociology Let the wallabees always conceal my gynecology Rhymin' pathologically, that's how it gotta be! Never makin' no apology, worshippin' my anthropology Fuck modesty, studyin' microbiology Causin' verbal lobotomy, it's in my geneology Six months of sobriety, movin' very methodically Like a unicorn, more ways than oceanography Guard technology, rip shows antibiotically True thugs bionically, give birth to criminology [words] Yo as a youngin', i swear to god you couldn't tell me nothin' I swore i was gettin' somethin', clothes or humpin' For girls with the church, slacks with some shirts tucked in I set it up for money, my mom worked when i was cuttin' Unsigned strugglin', for the heat i lit the oven One would by the cd, the other would do the dubbin' Before i met rob, i was in the clubs frontin' Oh yeah i know the tip, when i see him i be duckin' But now when i'm clubbin', those that used to dis were buggin' Overweight chicks, spandex, they stomachs sucked in Stay interruptin', dance and try to cut in Told people you got in free when you really snuck in [q-tip] We never get concerned about who's in the league We just stay workin' so no one will need An unconcerned outsider givin' niggaz feed My niggaz puff weed but negotiate the seed The family is granite and you can't intercede I try to switch lanes at this operatin' speed Cats in the game be gamblin' with greed We the house, you the player and we gonna catch these Who's the sam sneed makin' microphones bleed Poker face creed while my mind just read Shorty got rhythm but her freak got freed That's insignificant but this take heed [mos def] They say i'm pretty like clay is, bright like the day is Beats from my fleet be sweet like sugar ray is I'm swingin' this from bay ridge to where the oakland bay is My game is tough to play, i'm tough to weigh like your safe is The aim is, to make you recognize what the name is Mos def gon' set it straight from where the 718 is The place with the great superiginate the flavors An all-star block with some all-star laymans (turn the music down!) this is probably some haters Achin' cuz they hear us rotatin' on the playlist >from b-boy laces to detroit gators Yo tip i got to bail, where the scale? help me weigh this... Yo! we wan't ya'll to know...that this is the family, right? And what we want everybody out there to do...on the dance floor... Is get ready...because noooowwwwww we gonna... Chorus (6x) to fade out |
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