Excursions Lyrics
A Tribe Called Quest
vocal interludes sampled from time is running out by the last poets<br /><br />[q-tip]<br />Back in the days when I was a teenager<br />Before I had status and before I had a pager<br />You could find the abstract listening to hip hop<br />My pops used to say, it reminded him of be-bop<br />I said, well daddy don’t you know that things go in cycles<br />The way that bobby brown is just ampin like michael<br />Its all expected, things are for the lookin<br />If you got the money, quest is for the bookin<br />Come on everybody, let’s get with the fly modes<br />Still got room on the truck, load the back boom<br />Listen to the rhyme, to get a mental picture<br />Of this black man, through black woman victim<br />Why do I say that, cuz I gotta speak the truth man<br />Doing what we feel for the music is the proof and<br />Planted on the ground, the act is so together<br />Bonafied strong, you need leverage to sever<br />The unit, yes, the unit, yes, the unit called the jazz is<br />Deliberatley cheered lp filled with streeet goods<br />You can find it on the rack in your record store (store)<br />If you get the record, then your thoughts are adored<br />And appreciated, cause we’re ever so glad we made it<br />We work hard, so we gotta thank god<br />Dishin out the plastic, do the dance till you spastic<br />If you dis... it gets drastic<br />Listen to the rhymes, cuz it’s time to make gravy<br />If it moves your booty, then shake, shake it baby<br />All the way to africa a.k.a. the motherland (uh)<br />Stick out the left, then I’ll ask for the other hand<br />That’s the right hand, black man (man)<br />Only if you was noted as my man (man)<br />If I get the credit, then I’ll think I deserve it<br />If you fake moves, don’t fix your mouth to word it<br />Get in the zone of positivity, not negativity<br />Cuz we gotta strive for longevity<br />If you botch up, what’s in that (ass) (what? )<br />A pair of nikes, size ten-and-a-half (come on, come on)<br /><br />Chorus:<br /><br />We gotta make moves<br />Never, ever, ever could we fake moves (come on, come on) (4x)<br /><br />Time.. time is a ship on a merciless sea<br />Drifting toward an average of nothingness<br />Until it can be retarded for it’s own destiny<br />Time is an inanimate object<br />Praying and praying and praying for ? ? <br />Time is dancing, moving lingering all memories of past..<br />-> the last poets<br /><br />You gotta be a winner all the time<br />Can’t fall prey to a hip hop crime<br />With the dope raps and dope tracks for you for blocks<br />From the fly girlies to the hardest of the rocks<br />Musically the quest, is on the rise<br />We on these excursions so you must realize<br />That continually, I pop my zulu<br />If you don’t like it, get off the zulu tip<br />So what could you do in the times which exist<br />You can’t fake moves on your brother or your sis<br />But if your sis is a (bitch), brother is a jerk<br />Leave ’em both alone and continue with your work<br />Whatever it may be in today’s society<br />Everything is fair, at least that how it seems to me<br />You must be honest and true to the next<br />Don’t be phony and expect one not to flex<br />Especially if you rhyme, you have to live by the pen<br />Your man is your man, then treat him like your friend<br />All it is, is the code of the streets<br />So listen to the knowledge bein dropped over beats<br />Beats that are hard, beats that are funky<br />It could get you hooked like a crackhead junkie<br />What you gotta do to is know that the tribe is in the sphere<br />The abstract poet, prominent like shakespeare<br /><br />Chorus<br /><br />Edgar allan poe, it don’t stop (uh!)<br /><br />Time is running out on black power africans today<br />And whites blacks and reporters at night<br />Everytime you see them ? ? with their tongues hangin out<br />Time is running and past and passing and running<br />Running and past and passing and running (excursions)
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