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A Tribe Called Quest I Left My Wallet In El Segundo (C) 1990 Zomba Recording LLC
Off "People's Instinctive Travels & Paths Of Rhythm"
Music clip of a tribe called quest - oh my god feat. busta rhymes... as i was told, it is the uk flavour radio mix
Artist: Q-Tip ft. Vinia Mojica & Ron Carter Song: Verses From The Abstract Album: The Low End Theory.
From Their Debut album Peoples Instinctive Travels And The Paths Of Rhythm
we put that shit back the world needs to hear this go on http://myspace.com/kaytradamus http://myspace.com/godmonsters P.S. I Do Not Want to make lil wayne or Bangladesh some troble. I Did This Just For Fun
Without question the most intelligent, artistic rap group during the 1990s, A Tribe Called Quest jump-started and perfected the hip-hop alternative to hardcore and gangsta rap. In essence, they abandoned the macho posturing rap music had been constructed upon, and focused instead on abstract philosophy and message tracks. The "sucka MC" theme had never been completely ignored in hip-hop, but Tribe confronted numerous black issues -- date rape, use of the word nigger, the trials and tribulations of the rap industry -- all of which overpowered the occasional game of the dozens.
Electric Relaxation Midnight Marauders album went Platinum in 1993 LYRICS: Verse One: Q-Tip, Phife Dawg Honey, check it out, you got me mesmerized With your black hair and fat-ass thighs Street poetry is my everyday But yo, I gotta stop when you trot my way If I was workin at the club you would not pay Aiyyo, my man Phife Diggy, he got somthin to say I like em brown, yellow, Puero Rican or Hatian Name is Phife Dawg from the Zulu Nation Told you in the jam that We Can Get Down Now let's Knock the Boots like the group H-Town You got BBD all on your bedroom wall But I'm Above the Rim and this is how I ball A pretty little somethin on the New York street This is how I represent over this here beat Talkin bout you Yo, I took you out But sex was on my mind for the whole damn route My mind was in a frenzy and a horny state But I couldn't drop dimes cause *you couldn誸 relate* Chorus Verse Two: Q-Tip, Phife Dawg Stretch out your legs, let me make you bawl Drive you insane, drive you up the wall Starin at your dome-piece, very strong Stronger Than Pride, stronger than Teflon Take you on the ave and you buy me links Now I wanna pound the putang until it stinks You can be my mama and I'll be your boy Original rude boy, never am I coy You can be a shorty in my ill convoy Not to come across as a thug or a hood But hon, you got the goods, like Madeline Wood By the way, my name's Malik The Five-Foot Freak Let's say we get together by the end of the week She simply said, "No," labelled me a hoe I said, "How you figure?" "My friends told me so." I hate when silly groupies wanna run they yap Word to God, hon, I don't get down like that I'll have you weak in the knees that you could hardly speak Or we could do like Uncle L and swing an ep in my jeep Keep it in the down, yo, we keep it discrete See, I'm not the type to kid to have my biz in the streets If my mom don't approve, then I'll just elope Let me sink the little man from inside the boat Let me hit it from the back, girl I won't catch a hernia Bust off on your couch, now you got Seaman's furniture Shaheed, Phife and the Extra P Stacy, Philo, DJ and my man L.G. They know the Abstract is really soul on ice The character is of men, never ever of mice Shorty let me tell you about my only vice It has to do with lots of lovin and it ain't nuthin nice Chorus
Okay, to answer the obvious question a'comin' "why is Q-tip wearing a burn mask?" Apparently, and this is no joke, he was beat up by Teddy Riley and crew over the line "strictly hardcore tracks, not a new jack swing" in the song "We Got the Jazz." Teddy Riley is of course one of the pioneers of New Jack Swing. It wasn't even 'Tip's line, but Phife's. The battle scars couldn't be covered by makeup, hence the mask. Don't know if it's real, but that's how the story goes.
