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