Information
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
Original

Black Spasmodic (Feat. Consequence) - A Tribe Called Quest
Yo y'all ready
Yo Phife you ready
Cons you got that part
right A'ight
I dunno but it don’t matter
who choose to set it off
ATCQ no doubt
my niggas is boss
Little half-ass rappers
y’all pissin’ me off
Time to dead ‘em all off
yo no matter the cost
Black
They don’t make thugs
of this caliber
Spasmodic
Who kept up the buzz
the whole calendar
Black
Used to sell drugs out
the Challenger
Spasmodic
Used to keep guns
with the silencers
Black
They don’t make thugs
of this caliber
Spasmodic
Who kept up a buzz
the whole calendar
Black
Used to sell drugs out
the Challenger
Spasmodic
Now look what he does
to any challenger
Now who want it
with the Trini gladiator
Mid finger to you haters
you biters not innovators
I take zero for granted
I honors my gift
Champion pen game
plus I’m freestyle equipped
You clowns be bum sauce
speak my name it’s curtains
Hamdulillah
my crew's back to workin'
Trash rap the dead
pussy kill the chirping
No more fuck boys
sit down shit can only get worse
And how do you touch mic
with flows uncertain
Speak game dry boy
that flow ain’t workin'
Folks throwin' items
them vex and cursin'
Fuck made me wanna
see these niggas in person
Third song in
motherfuckers dispersin'
Only to realize
Donald Juice in the buildin'
Big tune this for man
woman and children
Back on my bullshit
Busta Bus' then we kill them
thugs of this caliber
Spasmodic
Who kept up the buzz
the whole calendar
Black
Used to sell drugs out
the Challenger
Spasmodic
Used to keep guns
with the silencers
My nigga spirit be talkin' to me
let me explain
Not through evil mediums
tarot cards and Ouija games
But through mixing
chords and boards
And even drum machines
he be saying
Nigga fuck awards
keep reppin’ Queens
And don’t be taking slack
from these
non-rapping niggas man
That intellectual shit you spit
you better change your plan
Especially when you
see 'em at the lobby of a label
And they don’t seem able
to outstretch they hands
And admit they fans
You better flame
'em in the J's that they standing in
Ostracize they memory
for not remembering
The articles reduce
their body parts to particles
And dust the Dead Sea
with their cremated molecules
I’m leaving but nigga
you still got the work to do
I expect the best from you
I’m watching
from my heaven view
Don’t disappoint me
make sure that they anoint me
As the blue ribbon pedigree
the best of show
five-foot-three
Speak of the legacy
for short people around the world
Napoleonic bionic people
who cause the world to twirl
Rip every stage with grace
look right dead in they face
Live the Tribe principle
of havin' impeccable taste
Enjoy that breath like that
one was your last one left
If you don’t believe me
Tip there’s truly life after death
So refer to the Biggie covers
and shoutout my Trini brothers
And please check in on my mother
Malik Izaak call me shorty
Black
They don’t make thugs
of this caliber
Spasmodic
Who kept up the buzz
the whole calendar
Black Used to sell drugs out
the Challenger
Spasmodic
Used to keep guns
with the silencers
Black
Spasmodic

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