We The People.... (Explicit)
A Tribe Called Quest"We The People.... (Explicit)" is a song by A Tribe Called Quest, released in 2016 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:48 long and contains 50 lines and 418 words.
0:18We don't believe you 'cause we the people
0:21Are still here in the rear ayo we don't need you
0:23You in the killing off good young ni**a mood
0:26When we get hungry we eat the same f**king food
0:29The ramen noodle
0:30Your simple voodoo is so maniacal we're liable to pull a juju
0:34The irony is that this bad b**ch in my lap
0:36She don't love me she make money she don't study that
0:39She gon' give it to me ain't gon' tell me run it back
0:41She gon' take the brain to wetter plains she spit on that
0:44The doors have signs with don't try to rhyme with
0:47VH1 has a show that you can waste your time with
0:49Guilty pleasures take the edge off reality
0:51And for a salary I'd probably do that sh*t sporadically
0:54The OG Gucci boots are smitten with iguanas
0:56The IRS piranha see a ni**a gettin' commas
0:59Niggas in the hood living in a fishbowl
1:01Gentrify here now it's not a sh*t hole
1:04Trendsetter I know my sh*t's cold
1:07Ain't settling because I ain't so bold but ay
1:10All you black folks you must go
1:15All you Mexicans you must go
1:20And all you poor folks you must go
1:25Muslims and gays boy we hate your ways
1:31So all you bad folks you must go
1:35The fog and the smog of news media that logs
1:38False narratives of Gods that came up against the odds
1:41We're not just ni**a rappers with the bars
1:44It's kismet and we're cosmic with the stars
1:46You bastards overlooking street art
1:48Better yet street smarts but you keep us off the charts
1:51So motherf**k your numbers and your statistics
1:54F**k y'all know about true competition
1:56That's like a AL pitcher on deck talking about he hittin'
1:59The only one who's hitting are the ones that's currently spittin'
2:02We got your missy smitten rubbing on her little kitten
2:04Dreaming of a world that's equal for women with no division
2:07Boy I tell you that's vision
2:10Like Tony Romo when he hitting witten
2:12The Tribe be the best in they division
2:15Shaheed Muhammad cut it with precision
2:17Who can come back years later still hit the shot
2:20Still them tryna move we off the f**king block
2:23Babylon bloodclot
2:25Two pon yuh headtop
2:28All you black folks you must go
2:33All you Mexicans you must go
2:38And all you poor folks you must go
2:43Muslims and gays boy we hate your ways
2:48So all you bad folks you must go
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
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