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Excursions - A Tribe Called Quest
Written by：Kamaal Fareed/A Tribe Called Quest
Back in the days when I was a teenager
Before I had status and before I had a pager
You could find the Abstract listening to hip hop
My pops used to say it reminded him of Bebop
I said well daddy don't you know that things go in cycles

Way that Bobby Brown is just amping like Michael
It's all expected things are for the looking
If you got the money Quest is for the booking
Come on everybody let's get with the fly mode
Still got room on the truckload of black boom
Listen to the rhymes then get a mental picture
Of this black man and black woman fixture
Why do I say that cos I gotta speak the truth man
Doing what we feel for the music is the proof and
Planted on the ground the act is so together
Bona fide strong you need leverage to sever

The unit yes the unit yes the unit called the jazz is
Delivering each year an LP filled with street goods
You can find it on your rack in your record store
If you get the record say your thoughts are adored
And appreciated cause we're ever so glad we made it
We work hard so we gotta thank God

Dishing out the plastic do the dance till you're spastic
If you diss it gets drastic
Listen to the rhyme cause it's time to make gravy
If it moves your booty then shake shake it baby
All the way to Africa a.k.a the Motherland
Stick out the left then I'll ask for the other hand
That's the right hand Black man

Only if you are noted as my man

If I get the credit then I think I deserve it
If you fake moves don't fix your mouth to word it
Get in the zone of positivity not negativity

Cos we gotta strive for longevity
If you botch up what's in that a**

What
A pair of Nikes size ten and a half

We gotta make moves words
Never ever ever could we fake moves come on come on
We gotta make moves words
Never ever ever could we fake moves come on come on
We gotta make moves

Never ever ever could we fake moves come on come on
We gotta make moves

Never ever ever could we fake moves come on come on
Time time is a ship on a merciless sea
Drifting toward an average of nothingness

Until it can be retarded for its own destiny
Time is an inanimate object
Praying and praying and praying with no justification for relief
Time is dancing boogalooing away all memories of past

We gotta be a winner all the time
Can't fall prey to a hip hop crime
With the d**e raps and d**e tracks we move blocks
From the fly girlies to the hardest of the rocks
Musically the Quest is on the rise
We on these excursions so you must realize

That continually I pop my Zulu sh*t
If you don't like it get off the Zulu tip
So what can you do in the times which exist
You can't fake moves on your brother or your sis
But if your sis is a b**ch brother is a jerk
Leave 'em both alone and continue with your work
Whatever it may be in today's society
Everything is fair least that's how it seems to me
You must be honest and true to the next
Don't be phony and expect one not to flex
Especially if you rhyme you have to live by the pen
Your man is your man then treat him like your friend

All it is is the code of the streets
So listen to the knowledge being dropped over beats
Beats that are hard beats that are funky
They could get you hooked like a crackhead junkie
What you gotta do is know the Tribe is in the sphere
The Abstract Poet prominent like Shakespeare
Or Edgar Allan Poe or Langston Hughes
We gotta make moves
Never ever ever could we fake moves come on come on
We gotta make moves

Never ever ever could we fake moves come on come on
We gotta make moves

Never ever ever could we fake moves come on come on
We gotta make moves
Never ever ever could we fake moves come on come on
Time is running out on black power advocates in the day
And white thigh supporters at night
Every time you see them they're chasing some white woman
With their tongue hanging out
Time is running and passing passing and running
Running and passing passing and running