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    "We the People" Lyrics

    A Tribe Called Quest

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    [Verse 1: Q-Tip]
    We don't believe you 'cause we the people
    I'll still be in the rear, yo, we don't need you
    You ain't a killer nor good, young nigga, move
    When we get hungry we eat the same fucking food
    The ramen noodle
    Your simple voodoo is so maniacal, reliable to pull a juju
    The irony is that this bad bitch in my lap
    She don't love me, she make bunnies, she gon' study that
    She gon' give it to me, ain't gon' tell me run it back
    She gon' take the brain or weather plain, she spit on that
    The doors are signed with, don't try to rhyme with
    VH1 has a show that you could waste your time with
    Guilty pleasures take the edge off reality
    And for a salary I'd probably do that shit sporadically
    The OG Gucci wasn't spittin' with iguanas
    The IRS piranha see a nigga gettin' commas
    Niggas in the hood living in a fishbowl
    Gentrify here, now it's not a shit hole
    Trendsetter, I know, my shit's cold
    I ain't said it yet because I ain't so bold but hey yo

    [Hook: Q-Tip]
    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

    [Bridge: Phife Dawg & Q-Tip]
    The fog in the smog of new media that logs
    False narratives of guys that came up against the odds
    We not just nigga rappers with the bars
    It's kismet that we cosmic with the stars

    [Verse 2: Phife Dawg]
    You bastards overlooking street art
    Better yet, street smarts but you keep us off the charts
    So motherfuck your numbers and your statisticians
    Fuck you know about true competition?
    Just like the AL pitcher that talking about he hittin'
    The only ones who's hitting are the ones that currently spittin'
    We got your missie smitten rubbing on a 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 y'all tryna move me off the fucking block
    Babylon, bloodclot
    Two pon yo headtop, yeah

    [Hook: Q-Tip]
    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
    This song was submitted on November 10th, 2016 and last modified on November 12th, 2016.
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