Q-Tip:  The taste of nuthin, this does somethin  Moms that knows that, says I'm frontin  Call me Smiley, cuz I'm wiley  Livin life like the life of Riley  Smokin blunts with a boy named Bud  We cough up your lungs, cough up your cud  Put out fires, with a 40, ounce of water  You know you oughta  Dance to this, your girl you kiss  I like fried foods, especially fish  Afrocentric, I'm electric  Socialistic and eccentric  Body's healthy, mind is wealthy  Thoughts, they flow, that will prepare me  To be a Native, get creative  Original and designative  Listen to the line that's playin  Listen hard to what Q's sayin  Politicians are magicians  Make your vote, they hope your wishin  Ambiguous words, senseless verbs  They all amount to crap that's heard  Violent hip hop, money flip flops  Promoters won't book, but it still rocks  I'm a Zulu, yes, a true blue  Red Alert is with the poo-poo  Ozone layer, loses flava  Here's the edge that you will savor  Jarobi:  The economy...politics...police...everything  Except for the youth  But the youth about to come back  Q-Tip(voice distorted):  Alright, here they come  Uh oh, uh oh, uh!  Q-Tip:  With expressions and I'm guessin  19 years is a youthful lesson  Fallin skies babe, open eyes babe  Can't you see what lays inside babe  Makin mentions on this tension  Rhythmic lovin, my profession  Hips, they gyrate, scripts I narrate  No banana, I ain't a primate  Ain't no soul glo, just an afro  The head is bred to let the thoughts grow  Quest together, to lands of never  Sleet and snow and storms can't sever  Tribe is growin, never know when  For this time, six necks may show in  Dialogues have been accepted  Negatives have been rejected  That's the music, negro music  Is here for all, so you must choose it  Phonies fondle, watch it throttle  3-6-5 straight out the bottle  Bustin caps, finger snaps  I prefer the second for ghetto tracks  Phife, Jarobi, Ali told me  Get the force like Wan Kenobi  Force his teachin, beats are screechin  Poly plateaus, we aim for reachin  Tribalization, freaks the nation  A mass of peers in celebration  Hopes been real high, since the knee high  Days of youth, feelin good and real spry  Avid combos, hear those bongos  Boom cacka boom, that's how they go  We ain't nomads, but we real glad  Hip hop slams through the nineties, no fad  As a rhythm, have been given  Hurry up, become, we breakin out, out  Shaheed:  With a rhythmic instinction to be able to travel   Beyond existing forces of life  Basically, that Tribal  And if you wanna get the rhythm  Then you have to join a Tribe  Word, peace