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