[Chorus: A Tribe Called Quest]
We got the jazz, we got the jazz
We got the jazz, we got the jazz
We got the jazz, we got the jazz
We got the jazz, we got the jazz
[Verse 2: Phife Dawg, Q-Tip, both]
Competition,✦ dem try fi come side way
But competition,✦ they must come straight way
Competition,✦ dem try fi come side way
But competition,✦ they must come straight way
How's about✦ that? It seems like it's my turn again
All through the years, my mic has been my best friend
I know some brothers✦ wonder,✦ can Phife really✦ kick it?
Some even✦ wanna✦ diss me, but why sweat it?
I'm all into✦ my music,✦ 'cause it's how I make papes✦
Try to make hits like Kid Capri makes✦ tapes✦
Me sweat another? I do my own thing
Strictly hardcore tracks, not a New Jack Swing
I grew up as a Christian, so to Jah, I give thanks
Collect my banks, listen✦ to Shabba✦ Ranks
I sing, and chat – I do all of that
It's 1991 and I refuse✦ to come wack
I take off my hat to other✦ crews that tend to rock
But The Low End Theory's here, it's time to wreck shop
I got Tip and Sha' (Huh), so whom shall I fear? (Word)
Stop, look, and listen,✦ but please don't stare (Uh)
So jet to the store, and buy the LP (Yeah)
On Jive/RCA Cassettes and CD's
Produced and arranged by the four-man crew
And, oh shit, Skeff Anselm – he gets props too (Ha-ha)✦
Make sure you have a system✦ with some fat house speakers (Yeah)
So the new shit can rock (Uh), from Bronx to Massapequa (Uh)
'Cause where I come from – quality is job one
And everybody✦ up on Linden✦ know we get the job done
So peace to that crew (Yeah), and peace to this crew (Yeah)
Bring on the tour, we'll see you at a theater nearest you
[Verse 3: Q-Tip, The Dells sample]
Hey yo, but wait, back it up, hup, easy,✦ back it up
Please let The Abstract embellish on the cut
"Back and Forth," just like a Cameo✦ song
If you dig this joint then please come dance along✦
To the music,✦ 'cause it's done just for the mind
Now I gotta✦ scat and get mine, underline
The jazz, the what? The jazz can move that ass
For the Tribe originates that feeling of pizzazz
It's the universal sound, bless the brothers✦ on the ground
And the ones✦ six below,✦ you didn't have to go
Some say that I'm eccentric, 'cause I once had an orgy✦
And sometimes for breakfast, I eat grits and porgies
If this is a stinker, then call me a skunk
I ask, "What's–" "funk?"
Now check it out
[Outro: Q-Tip, The Dells sample]
All my peoples✦ in Queens, ya don't stop
Now all my peoples✦ in Brooklyn, ya don't stop
And all my peoples✦ Uptown,✦ ya don't stop
That includes The Bronx and Harlem,✦ ya don't stop
Now to that girl Ramelle, ya don't stop
I said because "Ladies✦ First," ya don't stop
And to the JB's, ya don't stop
And De La Soul, ya don't stop
To my Brand Nubians, ya don't stop
And to my Leaders Of The New, ya don't stop
Uh, to my man Large Professor, ya don't stop
Pete Rock for the beat, ya don't stop
Everybody✦ in the place, ya don't stop
You keep it on, to the rhythm, ya don't stop
And last, but not least, on the sure shot
It's the Zulu✦ Nation! Heh
"Funk is as deep as an elephant's trunk"