1.After Hours
Chorus (after hours it was cool x8)
Q-tip：
Ten after one i think i'll hop the horse
Downtown late of three of course
Just came from fishing couldn't get a catch
Downtown they'll probably have a batch
A whitened sandwich and again it stopped
But with the bail though i had a bout
So i exchanged it for some apple juice
I had the blues but i shook them loose
A jeep is blasting from the urban streets
Loots of funk over hardcore beats
The moon dabbles in the morning sky
As the minutes just creep on by
I get a thought and hear comes my tribe
Ritual shakes and in good vibes
Like always the quest begins
In the mist though but the rhyth's move in
We find a spot and we sit and chat
Speaking on the status quo of rap
A derelick makes a real long speach
We pay attention to the words he read
When he was done we rattled on
There was no lunch because it wasn't dawn
We pointed things out about this times
The worlds famons and the crazy crimes
Inflation of the nation, it bothers me
I better go gold, to pay the taxes
Gotta be swift society
The man whose made is the man who maxes
The grounds for living are being discussed
As we go it gets close to dusk
Gather thoughts and savor breath
Cause there's only a few hours left
Chorus：
After hours it was cool (x8)
Q-tip：
Me ohh my, hey-hey, hey-hey
The human hours are here to stay
This is how it seems(？) my witness
Bug out all night, ask phife, he's with this
Girls be screaming on this conversation
I have my two cents for a revelation
And my watch continuously tic-tocs
Shaheed will bring up the beats that rocks
I hear the frogs and the smashing of bottles
A car revs up and i hear it trottle
It probably moves with the morning wind
Ohh my god, here's phife again
(？) talking about last nights game
Trying to remember someone's name
So hear the frogs dancing in the streets
Once again ali will bring up the beat
Like this
(sounds of frogs)
Q-tip：
The beat is over and so is the night
The sun is risen and the shine is bright
We all say peace and go our separate ways
Youth is fading as we gain our days
Expedition for the song is simp'
The hours creep, excuse me, i mean limp
As we go you hear a gasp of laugh
As we start up our rhythmic path
Like this
Chorus
2.Bonita Applebum
Intro：q-tip
Do i love you？
Do i lust for you？
Am i a sinner cuz i do the two？
Could you let me know
Right now, please
Bonita applebum
Chorus：
Bonita applebum, you gotta put me on (repeat 4x)
Q-tip：
(pause between every verse)
Hey bonita, glad to meet ya
For the kind of stunning newness, i must have foreseen ya
Hey, being with you is a top priority
Ain't no need to question the authority
Chairman of the board, the chief of affections
You got mine's to swing in your direction
Hey, you're like a hip hop song, you know？
Bonita applebum, you gotta put me on
Chorus
38-24-37 (uh, uh, uh!)
You and me, hun, we're a match made in heaven
I like to kiss ya where some brothas won't
I like to tell ya things some brothas don't
If only you could see through your elaborate eyes
Only you and me, hun, the love never dies
Satisfaction, i have the right tactics
And if you need 'em, i got crazy prophylactics
So far, i hope you like rap songs
Bonita applebum, you gotta put me on
Chorus
3.Can I Kick It？
Can i kick it？ (yes, you can!) ＊7x＊
Well, i'm gone (go on then!)
Can i kick it？ to all the people who can quest like a tribe does
Before this, did you really know what live was？
Comprehend to the track, for it's why cuz
Gettin measures on the tip of the vibers
Rock and roll to the beat of the funk fuzz
Wipe your feet really good on the rhythm rug
If you feel the urge to freak, do the jitterbug
Come and spread your arms if you really need a hug
Afrocentric living is a big shrug
A life filled with ＊horn＊ that's what i love
A lower plateau is what we're above
If you diss us, we won't even think of
Will nipper the doggy give a big shove？
This rhythm really fits like a snug glove
Like a box of positives is a plus, love
As the tribe flies high like a dove
Can i kick it？ (yes, you can!) ＊7x＊
Well, i'm gone (go on then!)
Can i kick it？ to my tribe that flows in layers
Right now, phife is a poem sayer
At times, i'm a studio conveyor
Mr. dinkins, would you please be my mayor？
You'll be doing us a really big favor
Boy this track really has a lot of flavor
When it comes to rhythms, quest is your savior
Follow us for the funky behavior
Make a note on the rhythm we gave ya
Feel free, drop your pants, check your ha-ir
Do you like the garments that we wear？
I instruct you to be the obeyer
A rhythm recipe that you'll savor
Doesn't matter if you're minor or major
Yes, the tribe of the game, rhythm player
As you inhale like a breath of fresh air
4.Description Of A Fool
5.Footprint
6.Go Ahead In The Rain
(jimi hendrix：rain all day)(2x)
(q-tip：don't you worry)
Q-tip：
All i wanna do is get down y'all
Have a ball y'all and freak freak y'all
Lifeless ventures ain't new boo
So don't boo hoo, yeah, you too
Gotta get a grip like culture
Swoop down, swoop down like a vulture
The rhythms will lurk into people
All funk ain't created equal
Lookin for the beat to rupture
Like the rapture, gotta capture
Don't let the storm of life scare ya
Get funky, let me prepare ya
For the days of grimness and oppression
A yo bro, here's your lesson
Even though the rain starts pourin
Start reachin, start soarin
Don't stop, if you do, you're stallin
Rhythm savior, hear ya callin
Instrumental to be freaky
Go ahead in the rain and you'll see
Q-tip：
Can't we make you see
I mean, the fact that is the key, i mean
Devoted to the art of movin butts, so get on up and...
Think about what's yours
I mean your culture and your laws
I mean, i label you a sucka
If you're dumber, just stay dumber, but...
Stay in line and keep groovin
If it's movin, if it's soothin
Don't let a little thing like rain keep you unda
Or the fun-da, look at wonda
Stomp til your soul is lifted
Get with it, rhythm's with it
Get inside the groove and get nasty
Funky nasty, crazy classy
Money is a first on the list here
It's the good time, it's the good cheer
If you got the ride then ride it
Don't hide it, provide it
Drop, drop, drop down the pants, shake your fanny
Cuz it's handy, not an annie
Rock to the roll with the hair down
Get the lowdown, rhythm showdown
The simple explanation is nada
Make it hotter, thanks, de nada
If you wanna hear what i'm sayin
Clean your ears and just come on and groove
7.Ham N' Eggs
Chorus：
I don't eat no ham n' eggs, cuz they're high in cholesterol
A yo, phife do you eat em？ no, tip do you eat em？
Uh huh, not at all(again)
I don't eat no ham n' eggs, cuz they're high in cholesterol
Jarobi, do you eat em？ nope, shah, do you eat em？ (nope)
Not at all
Q-tip and phife(trading lines)：
A tisket, a tasket, what's in mama's basket？
Some veggie links and some fish that stinks
Why, just the other day, i went to grandma's house
Smelled like she conjured up a mouse
Eggs was fryin, ham was smellin
In ten minutes, she started yellin (come and get it)
And the gettin's were good
I said, i shouldn't eat, she said, i think you should
But i can't, i'm plagued by vegetarians
No cats and dogs, i'm not a veterinarian
Strictly collard greens and a occasional steak
Goes on my plate
Asparagus tips look yummy, yummy, yummy
Candied yams inside my tummy
A collage of good eats, some snacks or nice treats
Apple sauce and some nice red beets
This is what we snack on when we're questin'
(both： no second guessin)
Chorus：
(q-tip： bridge)
Phife：
Now drop the beat, so i can talk about my favorite tastings
The food that is the everlasting, see i'm not fasting
I'm gobbling, like a dog on turkey
Beef jerky, slim jims, i eat sometimes
I like lemons and limes
And if not that, take it the road see and the salad sopped
Sit back, relax, listen to some hip hop
Q-tip：
Gum drops and gummy bears tease my eyes
A sight for sore ones and some bore pies
And other goodies that are filled with goop
With fried apple roots
Delectable delights, control my appetites
Mine is for me, right, but i know what i like
Chicken for lunch, chicken for my dinner
Chicken, chicken, chicken, i'm a finger lickin winner
When breakfast time comes, i don't recognize
Pig in the pan or a pair of bogey chides
Mixed with stewed tomatoes, home fried potatoes
Or anything with flair, cook it, i'm in there
Pay attention to the tribe as we impose
This is how it goes
I don't eat no ham n' eggs, cuz they're high in cholesterol
A yo, phife do you eat em？ nah, tip do you eat em？
Uh huh, not at all(come again, y'all)
I don't eat no ham n' eggs, cuz they're high in cholesterol
Jarobi, do you eat em？ nope, shah, do you eat em？
Nope, not at all
I don't eat no ham n' eggs, cuz they're high in cholesterol
Afrika do you eat em？ no, pos, do you eat em？
Hell yeah, all the time
I don't eat no ham n' eggs, cuz they're high in cholesterol
Phife, do you eat em？ nah, tip, do you eat em？
Uh huh, not at all
Jarobi, do you eat em？ nope, shah, do you eat em？
Nope, not at all
I don't eat no ham n' eggs, cuz they're high in cholesterol
Afrika, do you eat em？ no, gary, do you eat em？
Yeah, all the time (laughing)
8.Left My Wallet In El Segundo
My mother went away for a month-long trip
Her and some friends on an ocean-liner ship
She made a big mistake by leaving me home
I had to roam so i picked up the phone
Dialed ali up to see what was going down
Told him i pick him up so we could drive around
Took the dodge dart, a '74
My mother left a yard but i needed one more
Shaheed had me covered with a hundred greenbacks
So we left brooklyn and we made big tracks
Drove down the belt, got on the conduit
Came to a toll, we paid and went through it
Had no destination, we was on a quest
Ali laid in the back so he could get rest
Drove down the road for two-days-and-a-half
The sun had just risen on a dusty path
Just then a figure had caught my eye
A man with a sombrero who was four feet high
I pulled over to ask were we was at
His index finger he tipped up his hat
'el segundo,' he said, 'my name is pedro
If you need directions, i'll tell you pronto'
Needed civilization, some sort of reservation
He said a mile south, there's a fast food station
Thanks, senor, as i start up the motor
Ali said, 'damn, tip, why you drive so far for？'
(well describe to me what the wallet looks like)
Anyway a gas station we passed
We got gas and went on to get grub
It was a nice little pub in the middle of nowhere
Anywhere would have been better
I ordered enchiladas and i ate 'em
Ali had the fruit punch
When we finished we thought for ways to get back
I had a hunch
Ali said, 'pay for lunch'
So i did it
Pulled out the wallet and i saw this wicked beautiful lady
She was a waitress there
Put the wallet down and stared and stared
To put me back into reality, here's shaheed：
'yo, tip, man, you got what you need？'
I checked for keys and started to step
What do you know, my wallet i forget
Yo, it was a brown wallet, it had props numbers
Had my jimmy hats i got to get it man
Lord, have mercy
The heat got hotter, ali stars to curse me
I fell bad but he makes me feel badder
Chit-chit-chatter, car stars to scatter
Breaking on out, we was northeast bound
Jettin' on down at the seepd of sound
Three days coming and three more going
We get back and there was no slack
490 madison, we're here, sha
He said, 'all right, tip, see you tomorrow'
Thinking about the past week, the last week
Hands go in my pocket, i can't speak
Hopped in the car and torpe'ed to the shack
Of shaheed, 'we gotta go back' when he said
'why？' i said, 'we gotta go
'cause i left my wallet in el segundo'
Yeah, i left my wallet in el segundo
Left my wallet in el segundo
Left my wallet in el segundo
I gotta get, i got-got ta get it
9.Luck Of Lucien
Verse 1：q-tip
Brother, brother, brother, lucien, you're like no other.
Listen very close 'cause i don't like to boast.
Instead, i'll tell the tale of a french who prevailed
Through the mr. crazy rabbits who were always on his tail.
？ on sale, your rumour starts to wail.
Get caught with stolen goods and you will go to jail.
If you go to jail, then who will pay the bail？
They'll put you back to france on a ship with a sail.
Escargot, lucien, you eat snails.
(hey yo tip, what's wrong with snails？)
From the zulu nation, from a town called paris,
Came to america to find liberty.
Instead of finding pleasure, all you found was misery,
But listen, lucien, you have a friend in me.
Oh, luck luck will drive you butt baddy.
Next time you get some wheels, make it a caddy.
In terms of doing good, i know you wish you really could,
But listen, brother man, i really think you can.
Succeed with the breed of the brothers on your back.
It's the creme de la creme, and you can bounce with that.
It'll take a minute, ？rice？, so take my advice.
Trust in us, and thus you trust in your life.
Lucine, lucien, lucien, lucien.
You should know!
Verse 2： q-tip
Are you ready, lu？
This one is for you,
Comin' from a true-blue, fits like a shoe.
？ or 'commenet-allez-vous'？
Lucien, i'll leave it up to you.
Voulez vous (vous).
Endez vous (vous).
Coo-coo (coo).
Les poo-poo (poo)
Watch that lass, gonna backlash fast.
Can you get a grip on the crackhead dip？
Sold you a paper bag, guess he saw you comin',
Vcr from a neck-bone bummin',
$10 brother, he was hummin' and strummin',
Only had 20, he was livin' like ya slummin',
Gave him the money, well, i thought that was somethin',
Lookin' like a kid who was lost in crumbin'.
Don't worry about a thing, i won't get specific.
This is a song that is long and prolific.
Think of the stuff that i said if you can.
Figure it out, compute, understnad.
No problemo, i'll help you with your demo
If you go to the store for me.
Lucien, i'm just kiddin'.
You should know!
Verse 3： q-tip
You gotta get a grip on the missions you'll be takin',
Not so much the mission, but you got crazy ignition.
Sure, the sugar-babies wanna give you a chance
With the french 'savoir faire' and the sexy dance,
But is she really fly, or is she a guy？
I won't ask why, 'cause i know that you try.
You try too hard, is that the answer to the riddle？
Instead of doin' so much, why don't you do just a little？
Boy, what a cad, i guess we shouldn't treat him bad.
In fact, it would be nice if we understood him like
A case of positionin' the feet in the shoes,
Sympathetic reason in the case of the blues.
Lucien is blue, even though he's really brown.
I had to make the sound, his life is too profound.
On the up-and-up, he's somethin' like a little pup,
Young and naive, it's hard to believe.
As long as you're strong, you can quest with the questers,
Jolly like a jumping bean or a jester.
Lucien, lucien, lucien, lucien.
You should know!
10.Mr. Muhammad
11.Pubic Enemy
Red alert：
Check this out, cool dj red alert
With my man, q-tip
Q-tip：
In the morning, woke up from sexual pleasures
Looked at her sexual partner
Who acquainted her acquaintance
Five hours ago at a disco
She went lower than low, into limbo
A thought crossed the mind, her, a bimbo
She answered no, so she had to go...on with the program
Creedence, it seems that i've forgotten your name
But it seems that she's done the same
And now something has happened
Suddenly, she's been distracted
By something that has been attracted
She poked and poked and smacked at it
Then she broke down and she scratched it
Now, i think you understand
Clinic, saw the doctor flex his biceps
Then he picked up a pair of forceps
Her pretty face showed fright
Right then and there, she fainted
A really grim picture is painted
The brotha who she acquainted
Was the enemy, scary ain't it？
The pubic enemy
Red alert：
Yeeeeeeaaaaahhhhh!!!
Let me tell you more about pubic enemy
Ay, q-tip
Q-tip：
Old king cole was a merry old soul
Had a lady queen, married since 18
He protested, that he was infested
Get lots of love and he couldn't digest it
All propaganda, one big fat lie
Cuz i see the king with my very own eye
Schemed and schemed like a crack fiend king
And poppin up on the teammates scene
And poppin and pimpin on hunnies with moneys
Whole situation to me, was kinda funny
He hold the crown but not the jimmy hat
Now he wears a frown and the jimmy hates that
So the fair maiden in the royal bedroom
Caught the king scratchin, so she had to assume
That he got vicked by the enemy's trick
The thought of cheatin made the maiden so sick
That she screamed and screamed, went on and kept screamin
Threw a pot and his dome was beamin
You could hear him yellin in the motherland
'baby, baby please. baby, understand.'
She ignored and walked through the gate
The king is in the kingdom to await his fate...of the enemy
The pubic enemy
Q-tip and red alert：
Propmaster(yeah) please listen to me(what？)
Something lurkin by the jimbrowski
(who？ jenny？)
No, not propulated
A horrible creature that must be penetrated
He gets all into ya, then he tries to do ya
You better run fast, he's gonna pursue the...
(what？ yo listen here. propmaster whiz, no one fears...)
Oh, the caves know, just thought i'd let ya know
How he lives and how he go
Watch yourself when you're out on the run
The enemy is missed, we'll have too much fun
There's four friends of mine that thought they were bad
And laid up this girl, so now, they're sad
They scratched and scratched like it was saturday and...
Red alert：
Listen here. this is cool dj red alert
Known as the true, the only, the very one, the propmaster
There's only one thing i gotta tell ya
There's a whole lotta propmasters out there. you know what i
mean
Shaheed a propmaster, q-tip a propmaster
The jungle brothers a propmaster, bdp a propmaster
45 king a propmaster
I won't tell you nuthin bout the ladies, they ain't no
propmaster
But you know who's the main propmaster
Meeeeeeee!!!!!!
12.Push It Along
Verse 1：q-tip
Q-tip is my title.
I dont think that is vital for me to be your idol,
But dig this recital.
If you can't envision a brother who ain't dissin',
Slingin' this and that, 'cause this and that was missin'.
Instead, it's been injected, the tribe has been perfected.
Oh yes, it's been selected, the art makes it protected.
Afrocentric livin', africans be givin'
A lot to the cause 'cause the cause has been risen.
Some brothers, they be flammin', thinkin' we ain't slammin,
Comin' off like the days where we used to wear the tans and
A blue-colllar talker, a hemisphere stalker,
A glass of o.j and a ten mile walk-a.
If you're in a jeep and you dig what you're hearin',
Can i get a beep and a ？ of cheerin'？
I am what i am, that's a tribal man.
We all know the colours, we all must stand.
As we start our travels, things they will unravel.
'que sera sera', for this unit is like gravel.
Won't be gone for long, listen to the song.
If you can't pull it, all ya gotta do is
Chorus：
Push it along, push it along.
Push it along, yeah, push it along. (repeat 4x)
Verse 2： pfeife, q-tip
Put one up for the pfeife, it's time to deceipher.
The ills of the world make the situation lighter.
The clock is always tickin', the systems should be kickin'.
Like ？ ham and eggs, i eat chicken, chicken, chicken.
Should i release the lever, the lever of the clever,
Embelish on the funk as we start to endeavour？
The ？wraughts？ of the rap filling up the gap
With the smash of a hand and a little toe tap.
The boom, the bip, the boom bip
Indicates to the brothers that we be on the flip tip.
Phonies start to crumble, funky rhythm rumbles
Through the dance-hall, but my anthem is humble.
It's the nitty-gritty, my time is itty-bitty,
So i ？kick the slash for the gipper？ and the witty.
This ain't trial and error, more like tribe and error,
Constantly rude as some sort of tribal terror.
The street can't depart from the bloody heart.
Repair the wear and tear, don't start 'fore it starts.
Won't be gone for long, listen to the song.
If you can't pull it, all ya gotta do is
Repeat chorus
Verse 3： q-tip
Marchin' off the project, we hope that you will subject.
It's good to be an object and never, ever reject.
The tribe who meanders with drunken propoganda,
Keep it in boom and never will we slander.
？ should be handed, don't let me demand it.
Money gives a nudge to the poet star bandit.
Control it, then recluse it, follow, you won't lose it.
Mysterious is the tribe for we choose it.
Although she's flippin' crazy, give my love to gracy.
God, could you help 'cause this quest is crazy spacey？
The pigs are wearin' blue, and in a year or two,
We'll be goin' up the creek in a great big canoe.
What we gonna do, save me and my brothers？
Hop inside the bed and pull over the covers.
Never will we do that and we ain't tryin' to rule that.
We just want a slab of the ham, don't you know, black？
This society of fake reality
Are nothin' but a peg of informality.
While i sing my song, sing it all day long,
If you can't pull it, all ya gotta do is
Repeat chorus
13.Rhythm(Devoted To The Art Of Moving Butts)
Shaheed：
It's a new decade
The native tongues are about to proceed with the usual lingo
The usual rhythm
Q-tip：
Devoted to...the art of moving butts
The rhythm's happenin, and it's movin up
The tribe has been on hold for much too long
Don't fear the rhythm because it's strong
On the corners, brothas bop their heads
＞from the high-tops to the knotty dreads
I'm a nubian y'all, look what we did
Took the crust away from the third eye lid
Now, it's kinda open, longs to see the site
Rhythms of the tribe which is passed out right
Night after night, day after day
Questin for the rhythms of the native tongue lay
Rhythm is the key as we open up the door
Things a b-boy has never seen before
Polyrhythmatic with a big fat boom
You have an eargasm as you start to consume
The ghetto beat with a ghetto poem
Yeah, it's from the heart, cuz it's from the home
Jarobi, phife, ali shaheed
Call me koala, got what you need
You're a disc jock, then jock this
Rhythms can't lose, rhythms can't miss
If you feel uptight and you need to freak
It'll be alright once we drop this beat
Chorus：
I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm(8x)
Q-tip：
Ma ma sa ah, ma ma coo sa
Gets hectic, freak a bourgeios
We quest around for the musical hard
On the avenues, streets and boulevard
Not sellin out, that's a negative
Lovin hip hop, lovin heritage
Got the instinct to travel miles and miles
Gotta whole lot of room for piles and piles
Now, you're kinda with it, wanna get the funk
＞from the zulu nation, toppin all the junk
Standin on the top like the temptations said
Rhythms are obese, yeah, you gotta keep 'em fed
Read what i read, can't be better said
Tribalic motions dabble in the head
Sweetback's bad, not as bad a beat
It's a 'stone groove baby'
Continue, on the windy road
But, i'm luggin, a crazy big load
Will we be on point for the ninety deck
Is it muscle bound and will it flex？
But trudgin, we are used to
You don't quest alone, quest with a crew
We're four, once more, must make the tracks
You see four fronts, but now you see four backs
Chorus(unti end)
14.Youthful Expression
Q-tip：
The taste of nuthin, this does somethin
Moms that knows that, says i'm frontin
Call me smiley, cuz i'm wiley
Livin life like the life of riley
Smokin blunts with a boy named bud
We cough up your lungs, cough up your cud
Put out fires, with a 40, ounce of water
You know you oughta
Dance to this, your girl you kiss
I like fried foods, especially fish
Afrocentric, i'm electric
Socialistic and eccentric
Body's healthy, mind is wealthy
Thoughts, they flow, that will prepare me
To be a native, get creative
Original and designative
Listen to the line that's playin
Listen hard to what q's sayin
Politicians are magicians
Make your vote, they hope your wishin
Ambiguous words, senseless verbs
They all amount to crap that's heard
Violent hip hop, money flip flops
Promoters won't book, but it still rocks
I'm a zulu, yes, a true blue
Red alert is with the poo-poo
Ozone layer, loses flava
Here's the edge that you will savor
Jarobi：
The economy...politics...police...everything
Except for the youth
But the youth about to come back
Q-tip(voice distorted)：
Alright, here they come
Uh oh, uh oh, uh!
Q-tip：
With expressions and i'm guessin
19 years is a youthful lesson
Fallin skies babe, open eyes babe
Can't you see what lays inside babe
Makin mentions on this tension
Rhythmic lovin, my profession
Hips, they gyrate, scripts i narrate
No banana, i ain't a primate
Ain't no soul glo, just an afro
The head is bred to let the thoughts grow
Quest together, to lands of never
Sleet and snow and storms can't sever
Tribe is growin, never know when
For this time, six necks may show in
Dialogues have been accepted
Negatives have been rejected
That's the music, negro music
Is here for all, so you must choose it
Phonies fondle, watch it throttle
3-6-5 straight out the bottle
Bustin caps, finger snaps
I prefer the second for ghetto tracks
Phife, jarobi, ali told me
Get the force like wan kenobi
Force his teachin, beats are screechin
Poly plateaus, we aim for reachin
Tribalization, freaks the nation
A mass of peers in celebration
Hopes been real high, since the knee high
Days of youth, feelin good and real spry
Avid combos, hear those bongos
Boom cacka boom, that's how they go
We ain't nomads, but we real glad
Hip hop slams through the nineties, no fad
As a rhythm, have been given
Hurry up, become, we breakin out, out
Shaheed：
With a rhythmic instinction to be able to travel
Beyond existing forces of life
Basically, that tribal
And if you wanna get the rhythm
Then you have to join a tribe
Word, peace
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