Motivators

chorus: 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 wanna do is rock

Phife: 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

Feelin 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

Q-Tip: It's the four man fiasco in charge like

Roscoe Now you get the picture like

Picasso We make it happen when these niggaz 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 ass while you puff weed

Blessin fans with autographs in my paths

While other rappers get gassed, they be defeating the task

Consequence:

Yo, if I ruled the world

It wouldn't be that gassed shit, niggaz will make the light swirl

Cuz after you

G, ain't nuthin but

Girl...Scouts

And I'mma 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

Cuz I does more than that

MC from The

Lords While you be froggin like

Bud-wei-ser

And rappin is what you slackin in

I'm knockin

MCs outta action like abstinance

Rockin since kiss my dick was kickin ass

Peachfuzz, cuz...you might be on drugs chorus:

Q-Tip: 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

Consequence:

A yo, I speak with something new but not

Granddaddy

I.U. Stay tuned, live from the

L-B-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

Cuz 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 Cuz 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)

Phife: 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 fuckin

Droopy D My style is deadly, word bond, act like you fuckin 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 fuckin react juice

So hold your corner as

I fuckin bless this mic in here

I'm eatin through your crew like

Stephen King's

Langoliers

Chop off my feet, word to

God, I'm gonna hurt you (Will y'all fall off?)

Will Laura fuck

Urkel? Never, here comes the funk, smell the aroma

Kid, my shit's the bomb, ask my peeps from

Oklahoma Q-

Tip: 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 nuthin for your frontin, get involved and do somethin

Motivate, motivate,

I motivate,

I motivate,

I moti...