[Q-Tip]
   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, it reminded him of be-bop
   I said, well daddy don't you know that things go in cycles
   The way that Bobby Brown is just ampin like Michael
   Its all expected, things are for the looking
   If you got the money, Quest is for the booking
   Come on everybody, let's get with the fly modes
   Still got room on the truck, load the back boom
   Listen to the rhymes, to get a mental picture
   Of this black man, black woman venture
   Why do I say that, cuz I gotta speak the truth man
   Doing what we feel for the music is the proof and
   Planted on the ground, the act is so together
   Bonafied strong, you need leverage to sever
   The unit, yes, the unit, yes, the unit called the jazz is
   We deliver it each year on the street for the beat cuz
   You can find it on the rack in your record store(store)
   If you get the record, then your thoughts are adored and appreciated
   Cuz we're ever so glad we made it
   We work hard, so we gotta thank God
   Dishin out the plastic, do the dance till you spastic
   If you dis...it gets drastic
   Listen to the rhymes, cuz its time to make gravy
   If it moves your booty, then shake, shake it baby
   All the way to Africa a.k.a. The Motherland (uh)
   Stick out the left, then I'll ask for the other hand
   That's the right hand, Black Man (man)
   Only if you was noted as my man (man)
   If I get the credit, then I'll think I deserve it
   If you fake moves, don't fix your mouth to word it
   Get in the zone of positivity, not negativity
   Cuz we gotta strive for longevity
   If you botch up, what's in that (ass) (what?)
   A pair of Nikes, size ten-and-a-half (come on, come on)
  
   Chorus:
  
   We gotta make moves
   Never, ever, ever could we fake moves (come on, come on) (4X)
  
   You gotta be a winner all the time
   Can't fall prey to a hip hop crime
   With the dope raps and dope tracks for you for blocks
   From the fly girlies to the hardest of the rocks
   Musically the Quest, is on the rise
   We on these Excursions so you must realize
   Hip hop continually, about the Zulu
   If you don't like it, get off the Zulu tip
   So what could you do in the times which exist
   You can't fake moves on your brother or your sis
   But if your sis is a (bitch), brother is a jerk
   Leave 'em both alone and continue with your work
   Whatever it may be into this society
   Everything is fair, at least that how it seems to me
   You must be honest and true to the next
   Don't be phony and expect one not to flex
   Especially if you rhyme, you have to live by the pen
   Your man is your man, then treat him like your friend
   All it is, is the code of the streets
   So listen to the knowledge being dropped over beats
   Beats that are hard, beats that are funky
   It could get you hooked like a crackhead junkie
   What you gotta do to is know that the Tribe's in this sphere
   The Abstract Poet, prominent like Shakespeare
  
   Chorus (repeat until end)
  
   Edgar Allan Poe, it don't stop (uh!)