Album Name

We Got It From Here... Thank You 4 Your Service

Artist

A Tribe Called Quest

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2016.11.18

Release Agency

Sony Music

We The People.... - A Tribe Called Quest
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 nigga mood
When we get hungry
we eat the same fucking food
The ramen noodle
Your simple voodoo
is so maniacal
we're liable to pull a juju
The irony is that
this bad bitch 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 shit sporadically
The OG Gucci boots
are smitten with iguanas
The IRS piranha see a
nigga gettin' commas
Niggas in the hood
living in a fishbowl
Gentrify here now
it's not a shit hole
Trendsetter I know
my shit'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 nigga
rappers with the bars
It's kismet that
we're cosmic with the stars
You bastards
overlooking street art
Better yet street smarts
but you keep us off the charts
So motherfuck your numbers
and your statisticians
Fuck 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 fucking 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