Bài hát Excursions Báo Lỗi

[Q-Tip]

Back in the days when I was a teenager

Before I had status and before I had a pager

You could find the Abstract listening to hip hop

My pops used to say, it reminded him of be-bop

I said, well daddy don't you know that things go in cycles

The way that Bobby Brown is just ampin like Michael

Its all expected, things are for the lookin

If you got the money, Quest is for the bookin

Come on everybody, let's get with the fly modes

Still got room on the truck, load the back boom

Listen to the rhyme, to get a mental picture

of this black man, through black woman victim

Why do I say that, cuz I gotta speak the truth man

Doing what we feel for the music is the proof and

Planted on the ground, the act is so together

Bonafied strong, you need leverage to sever

The unit, yes, the unit, yes, the unit called the jazz is

deliberatley cheered LP filled with streeet goods

You can find it on the rack in your record store (store)

If you get the record, then your thoughts are adored

and appreciated, cause we're ever so glad we made it

We work hard, so we gotta thank God

Dishin out the plastic, do the dance till you spastic

If you dis... it gets drastic

Listen to the rhymes, cuz its time to make gravy

If it moves your booty, then shake, shake it baby

All the way to Africa a.k.a. The Motherland (uh)

Stick out the left, then I'll ask for the other hand

That's the right hand, Black Man (man)

Only if you was noted as my man (man)

If I get the credit, then I'll think I deserve it

If you fake moves, don't fix your mouth to word it

Get in the zone of positivity, not negativity

Cuz we gotta strive for longevity

If you botch up, what's in that (ass) (what?)

A pair of Nikes, size ten-and-a-half (come on, come on)


Chorus:


We gotta make moves

Never, ever, ever could we fake moves (come on, come on) (4X)


"Time.. time is a ship on a merciless sea

Drifting toward an average of nothingness

Until it can be retarded for it's own destiny

TIME is an inanimate object

Praying and praying and praying for ??

Time is DANCING, moving lingering all memories of past.."

-> The Last Poets


You gotta be a winner all the time

Can't fall prey to a hip hop crime

With the dope raps and dope tracks for you for blocks

From the fly girlies to the hardest of the rocks

Musically the Quest, is on the rise

We on these Excursions so you must realize

that continually, I pop my Zulu

If you don't like it, get off the Zulu tip

So what could you do in the times which exist

You can't fake moves on your brother or your sis

But if your sis is a (bitch), brother is a jerk

Leave 'em both alone and continue with your work

Whatever it may be in today's society

Everything is fair, at least that how it seems to me

You must be honest and true to the next

Don't be phony and expect one not to flex

Especially if you rhyme, you have to live by the pen

Your man is your man, then treat him like your friend

All it is, is the code of the streets

So listen to the knowledge bein dropped over beats

Beats that are hard, beats that are funky

It could get you hooked like a crackhead junkie

What you gotta do to is know that the Tribe is in the sphere

The Abstract Poet, prominent like Shakespeare


Chorus


Edgar Allan Poe, it don't stop (uh!)


"Time is running out on black power advocacy today

and whites blacks and reporters at night

Everytime you see them

they're chasing some white woman with their tongues hangin out

Time is running and passing and passing and running

Running and passing and passing and running (excursions)"