[Verse 3: Consequence]
Yo, if I ruled✦ the world...
It wouldn't be that gassed✦ shit, niggas'd mix it like swirl
'Cause half of you G's ain't nothin'✦ but Girl Scouts
And I'mma✦ show you what it's all about✦
"Aww, yeah!" — that's what you say when my love's✦ in your mouth
Without a doubt, I cut MC's like the cord
'Cause I does more than that MC from the Lords
While you be froggin' like Bud-wei-ser
And rappin'✦ ain't what you slackin' in
I'm knockin' MC's outta✦ action✦ like abstinence
Rockin'✦ since Kiss-My-Dick was kickin'✦ that "Peachfuzz"
Cuz, you might be on drugs
[Chorus: A Tribe Called Quest]
We be the number✦ one motivators✦
Ghetto✦ mentality and the innovators✦
Some of y'all may really✦ hate us
But we won't be sore, all we wanna✦ do is rock the floor
[Post-Chorus: Q-Tip]
To all my people 'cross the state who sit back and contemplate✦
Motivate,✦ uh, motivate✦
To all my people 'cross the land who get they feet stuck in sand
Motivate,✦ uh, motivate,✦ y'all
[Verse 4: Consequence]
A-yo, I stay with somethin'✦ new, but not Granddaddy I.U.
Stay tuned,✦ live from the L.B.Q
A-yo, it's just the same guy, swingin' 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
'Cause heads ain't ready✦ for the Willie I got
Yanahmean, slim? I does my Thing like Ben Grimm
Leavin'✦ crews in shades✦ of black and blue like Rakim✦
And if you don't know, you better✦ ask another
It's like 1-9-2 when we rollin'✦ Deep Cover✦
So don't shut down on the Razor✦
'Cause in the 9-Live, we steppin' through hotter✦ than the Trail Blazers
And in Queens, I be a legend like Richard Dean
Son, I got a scheme that Hakeem✦ couldn't dream
While you be Sam Cassell'n, Queens keep it live
Who the hell you tellin'?✦ (Can't front on the Tribe)
[Verse 5: Phife Dawg & (Q-Tip)]
Let me tell you why I be the top dog in the industry (Why's that?)
Because all these so-called mutts are not seein' me (Say word)
They too busy✦ eatin'✦ cycles✦ 1, 2, and 3
They can't emcee, 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 Raydio✦
Your 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 start to bless this mic in here
I'm eatin'✦ through your crew like Stephen King's Langoliers
Try bite my steez — 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 in Oklahoma
[Outro: Q-Tip]
To all my peoples✦ 'cross state who sit back and contemplate✦
Motivate,✦ motivate,✦ uh, motivate,✦ y'all
To all my peoples✦ 'cross land who get stuck in quick sand
Motivate,✦ uh, motivate✦ y'all
To all my peoples✦ everywhere, throw yo' mitts in the air
Motivate,✦ motivate,✦ motivate,✦ motivate✦
Can't do nothin'✦ for your frontin', get involved and do somethin'✦
Motivate,✦ motivate,✦ uh, motivate,✦ uh, motivate,✦ uh, moti—