Motivators Lyrics

Motivators lyrics

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 ankle layers 

 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...