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Motivators Lyrics

A Tribe Called Quest

<div>Chorus: 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 Phife: 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 Q-tip: 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 dap and.. I got the razor, 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 defeating the task Consequence: Yo, if I ruled the world It wouldn’t be that gassed shit, niggaz will make the light swirl Cuz after you g, ain’t nuthin but girl...scouts And i’mma show you what it’s all about(ah yeah) Is what you say when my love is in your mouth Without a doubt, I cut mcs 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 mcs outta action like abstinance Rockin since kiss my dick was kickin ass Peachfuzz, cuz...you might be on drugs Chorus: Q-tip: To all my people across the state who sit back and contemplate Motivate, I motivate To all my people across the land who get their feet stuck in sand Motivate, I motivate y’all Consequence: A yo, I speak with something new but not granddaddy i.u. Stay tuned, live from the l-b-q A 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 gotta team that hakeem couldn’t dream While you be standin sellin, queens keep it live Who the hell you tellin (kim from the tribe) Phife: Let me tell you why I be the top dog in the industry Because all these so-called mutts are not seein me 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 ankle layers 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 Q-tip: To all my people across the state who sit back and contemplate Motivate, I 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...