A Tribe Called Quest — Motivators

[Chorus] We be the number one motivators Ghetto mentality and the innovators Some of y'all may really hate us But we won't be soft, all we wanna do is rock [Verse 1: Phife Dawg] We be the crew that presents that old wicked instrumental Damagin' your mental from here to Sacramento This here groove was made for vintage freestylin' Feelin' like I'm chillin' on a Caribbean island Rugged raw material is what we bring forth A Tribe Called Quest, we representin' up North 'Quence got you taken in the back, actin' all silly Kickin' freestyle raps, rollin' up Phillies [Verse 2: Q-Tip] It's the four-man fiasco in charge like Roscoe Now you get the picture like Picasso We make it happen when these niggas start rappin' Who this, captain? Stick out your hand, you gets no dap and I got the Razor, got the Phife, I got the Shaheed Now all you shorties move your ass while you puff weed Blessin' fans with autographs of my past While other rappers get gassed, they be defeatin' the task [Verse 3: Consequence] Yo, if I ruled the world It wouldn't be that gassed shit, niggas will 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 (Aw, 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' MCs outta action like abstinence Rockin' since Kiss My Dick was kickin' that Peachfuzz Cuz, you might be on drugs [Chorus] We be the number one motivators Ghetto mentality and the innovators Some of y'all may really hate us But we won't be soft, 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, I motivate To all my people 'cross the land who get their feet stuck in sand Motivate, I motivate y'all [Verse 4: Consequence] Aiyo, I stay with somethin' new, but not Granddaddy I.U Stay tuned, live from the L-B-Q Aiyo, 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 MC, 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 people 'cross state who sit back and contemplate Motivate, I motivate y'all To all my people 'cross land who get stuck in quick sand Motivate, I motivate y'all To all my peoples everywhere, throw yo' mitts in the air Motivate, motivate, motivate, motivate Can't do nuthin' for your frontin', get involved and do somethin' Motivate, motivate, I motivate, I motivate, I moti...