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a tribe called quest - we the people... lyrics

[verse 1: q-tip]
we don’t believe you ’cause we the people
i’ll still be in the rear, yo, we don’t need you
you ain’t a killer nor good, young n-gg-, move
when we get hungry we eat the same f-cking food
the ramen noodle
your simple voodoo is so maniacal
reliable to pull a juju
the irony is that this bad b-tch in my lap
she don’t love me, she make bunnies, she gon’ study that
she gon’ give it to me, ain’t gon’ tell me run it back
she gon’ take the brain or weather plain, she spit on that
the doors are signed with, don’t try to rhyme with
vh1 has a show that you could 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 [?] spittin’ with iguanas
the irs piranha see a n-gg- gettin’ commas
n-gg-s 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
i ain’t said it yet because i ain’t so bold, hey yo

[hook: q-tip]
all you black folks, you must go
all you mexicans, you must go
and all you poor folks, you must go
muslims and g-ys
boy, we hate your ways
so all you bad folks, you must go

[verse 2: phife dawg]
the fog in the smog of new media that logs
false narratives of guys that came up against the odds
we not just n-gg- rappers with the bars
it’s kids with that be cosmic with the stars
you b-st-rds overlooking street art
better yet, street smarts
but you keep us off the charts
so motherf-ck your numbers and your statisticians
f-ck you know about true compet-tion?
just like the [?] picture that talking about he hittin’
the only ones who’s h-tting are the ones currently spittin’
we got your missie smitten rubbing on a 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
to try and be the best in they division
shaheed muhammad cut it with precision
who can come back years later, still hit the shot?
still y’all tryna move me off the f-cking block
babylon, bloodclot
[?]

[hook: q-tip]
all you black folks, you must go
all you mexicans, you must go
and all you poor folks, you must go
muslims and g-ys
boy, we hate your ways
so all you bad folks, you must go

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