A Tribe Called Quest Motivators Lyrics

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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 want to do is rock

We be the crew that presents it on wicked instrumental
Damagin' your mental, from here to Sacramento
This here groove was made for vintage freestylin'
Feeling like I'm chillin' on a Caribbean island
Rugged, raw material is what we bring forth
A Tribe Called Quest, we representin' up north
What's that you're sayin' in the back, actin' all silly
Kickin' freestyle raps, rollin' up phillies

It's the four man fiasco in charge like Roscoe
Now you get the picture like Picasso
We make it happen when these *****z 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 *** while you puff weed
Blessin fans with autographs in my paths
While other rappers get gassed, they be defeating the task

Yo, if I ruled the world
It wouldn't be that gassed ****, *****s will make the light swirl
Cause after you G, ain't nothing but girl, scouts
And I'ma show you what it's all about (Ah yeah)
Is what you say when my love is in your mouth
Without a doubt, I cut MCs like the cord
cause I does more than that MC from The Lords
While you be froggin' like Budweiser
And rappin' is what you slackin' in
I'm knockin' MCs outta action like abstinence
Rockin' since kiss my **** was kickin ***
Peachfuzz, cause, you might be on drugs


To all my people across the state who sit back and contemplate
Motivate, I motivate
To all my people across the land who get their feet stuck in sand
Motivate, I motivate y'all

A yo, I speak with something new but not Granddaddy I.U.
Stay tuned, live from the L-be-Q
A yo, it's destined St. John, I swing 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
Ya naw'mean slim, I dug my thing like them grim
Leavin' crews in state of black and blue like Rakim
And if you don't know, you better ask another
It's like 192 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 gotta team that Hakeem couldn't dream
While you be standin sellin', Queens keep it live
Who the hell you tellin' (Kim from the Tribe)

Let me tell you why I be the top dog in the industry
Because all these so-called mutts are not seein' me
They too busy eatin' cycles 1, 2 and 3
They can't MC, I'd rather be down with ****in' Droopy D
My style is deadly, word bond, act like you ****in' know
Been writin' rhymes ever since Ray Parker sang with Radio
You're style is played out like a two-tone down goose
You couldn't Converse if you had ****in' react juice
So hold your corner as I ****in' bless this mic in here
I'm eatin' through your crew like Stephen King's ankle layers
Chop off my feet, word to God, I'm gonna hurt you
(Will y'all fall off) Will Laura **** Urkel
Never, here comes the funk, smell the aroma
Kid, my ****'s the bomb, ask my peeps from Oklahoma

To all my people across the state who sit back and contemplate
Motivate, I motivate, I motivate y'all
To all my people across the land who get stuck in great sand
Motivate, I motivate y'all
To all my peoples everywhere throw your mitts in the air
Motivate, motivate, motivate, motivate
Can't do nothing for your frontin', get involved and do somethin'
Motivate, motivate, I motivate, I motivate, I moti...

Written by: Michael urbaniak, ali shaheed jones-Muhammad, kamaal ibn john fareed, malik izaak taylor, dexter raymond jr. mills
Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group

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