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