เพลง We The People.... (Explicit)

We The People.... - A Tribe Called Quest

Written by：Kamaal Fareed

We don't believe you 'cause we the people

Are still here in the rear ayo we don't need you

You in the killing off good young ni**a mood

When we get hungry we eat the same f**king food

The ramen noodle

Your simple voodoo is so maniacal we're liable to pull a juju

The irony is that this bad b**ch in my lap

She don't love me she make money she don't study that

She gon' give it to me ain't gon' tell me run it back

She gon' take the brain to wetter plains she spit on that

The doors have signs with don't try to rhyme with

VH1 has a show that you can waste your time with

Guilty pleasures take the edge off reality

And for a salary I'd probably do that sh*t sporadically

The OG Gucci boots are smitten with iguanas

The IRS piranha see a ni**a gettin' commas

Niggas in the hood living in a fishbowl

Gentrify here now it's not a sh*t hole

Trendsetter I know my sh*t's cold

Ain't settling because I ain't so bold but ay

All you black folks you must go

All you Mexicans you must go

And all you poor folks you must go

Muslims and gays boy we hate your ways

So all you bad folks you must go

The fog and the smog of news media that logs

False narratives of Gods that came up against the odds

We're not just ni**a rappers with the bars

It's kismet and we're cosmic with the stars

You bastards overlooking street art

Better yet street smarts but you keep us off the charts

So motherf**k your numbers and your statistics

F**k y'all know about true competition

That's like a AL pitcher on deck talking about he hittin'

The only one who's hitting are the ones that's currently spittin'

We got your missy smitten rubbing on her little kitten

Dreaming of a world that's equal for women with no division

Boy I tell you that's vision

Like Tony Romo when he hitting witten

The Tribe be the best in they division

Shaheed Muhammad cut it with precision

Who can come back years later still hit the shot

Still them tryna move we off the f**king block

Babylon bloodclot

Two pon yuh headtop

All you black folks you must go

All you Mexicans you must go

And all you poor folks you must go

Muslims and gays boy we hate your ways

So all you bad folks you must go