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!
[Q-Tip] 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
[Phife Dawg] 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
[q-tip] fool - defined in webster's open up the book, read it read it turn the page, see what it says read it to me will you please
(one who acts dope ??? so what does it mean to me?) that's you (how's that?) cos of the way you act (huhhh?!?!) standin on the corner sellin girbauds (what you talkin bout?) scalin your friends and also your foes what's the matter wit'cha boy? (ain't nuttin wrong with me, mother...) you big galoot (huh?), you nincompoop (what?) what's wrong wit you? you can't compute (yes sure i can compute) don't fix your lips to tell me you can standin on the poley playin pusher man what you got to do with yourself? (oh what?) can't you be somebody else? (no) look at you described to a tee (huh) you're a fool of many in society i know some more, i shall go on and continue in the song, fooled the fool
"fool" - scratched by ali shaheed (man i don't know what you're talkin bout callin me a fool i've been out here for twentysome odd years doin my thing, i ain't no fool man you crazy or something? i'm gonna stick this, right up your...)
[q-tip] the girl i talked to she's sort of neurotic (yeah) her crazy ex-boyfriend is really psychotic (uh-huh) scares the girl by threatenin her life (word) says "girl, you're dead if you're not my wife" (oh man) beats in her public, beats her in private (yes) tried it 'round me, "almost" won't buy it (what you mean?) said "forget him, don't you know he's a loser" who would love a woman turn around and abuse her (ohh) only a fool as described by the tribe here's another one who's on the fool vibe (okay) gonna make it shor