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A Tribe Called Quest Find A Way

an ancient chant Got me like a dog as I pause an' pant Speakin' of which, got a leash An' I wish just to rock you, miss Make a militant move, peep my

over and over, to pass from a place, that made up a Heartless Souljah. It is really bone of a show, but better might play you a bit in a party show. Let

sleeps I'm back and I'm down for whatever 'Tribe Called Quest' is in the CD player Trik Turner bill boards in Time Square No west coast G's just east coast players Strike up a

we got to do it like this, we aim to please See ya next LP and next CD and next cassette Yo, we about to jet We A Tribe Called Quest and we the Midnight Marauders Tribe Called Quest

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

the buddy with a slap Now for the next, I'm the Q-Tip from 'A Tribe Called Quest' And when I quest for the buddy I don't fess For my Jimmy wants nothin

find a little peace here I thank Allah for blessing me To be creative So here's a diss for me For bein' unappreciative Wanted a perfect life

selections First by electin' EricB for president Zulu Nation for protection Tribe Called Quest, KRS One secret Hip Hop Intelligence Diamon D and the whole DITC Ultramagnetic MC's Gang Starr doing a

from reality Aphrodisiac keeps on calling me Testosterone I can't hold back Hard to the bone when I'm under attack Like a butterfly silk skin, I drive it in On a quest