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We The People.... - A Tribe Called Quest
Written by：Kamaal Fareed

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