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...