Consequence, A Tribe Called Quest - Mind Power lyrics

Your new lesson is to realize the
Mission when you hear it
Emceein, see I got this in my spirit
I got verses like Mahalia
Singin' church hymns
So strap up because you skatin'
On ice that's wild thin
A weak foundation doesn't make a good home
That's why mine is built
On chrome microphones
We bout to do it theoretically, unsteadily
To the medley come on
It's the complete Kamaal, unique, Fareed
Breed that'll keep you broke down like
A Ross 5 speed
So move buddy, a yo we got to get this money
In this land of dead and crummy
Ain't a damn thing funny
A yo, shout out to Mobb Deep, the Extra P
Busta Rhymes, De La, the J Beez
And don't sleep


We got reality for the cabbage
Staying sincere to this
So I know we gonna manage give me
Liberty in mass amounts and
Swiss bank accounts
With the sustainer, it'll be real
So me and my brothas
We can sit down and build
Like Rampage with that Last Boy Scout appeal
We got that silk, satin
Manhattan intelligence feel
That keeps everything on even keels
So all you slow brothas talkin' yang
Ya poo tang
Now, we gonna show you how the real crew bang

A yo, I bring it to you live kid
Queens niggas love static
Your rap's had it
Braggin' more numbers than mathematics
I get brains on Craftmatics and
Leave your wet dreams shattered
That's the same guy be
Skeetin' in your mugshot
I stay hot like summertime on
LBQ and boo boos
The love shack is 1-9-2, my joint's smooth
To watch y'all niggas fall like Lin Que
I keep it brand new like school shoppin'
It's on and poppin'
The club peeps this nigga's
Steez like radars
You get laid off while I'll be
Gaming ghetto girl like 8-Off
The verdict's in, I be the Luke of Linden
Give up your goods cuz it's
The start of your endin'

(Where ya at?) We seein' life for what it is
(Where ya at?) We get this
Money for these kids (Where ya at?) We bout
To build the foundation (Where ya at?)

Now, all that Glock totin' trash
You talk will not prevail it's stale
You'll either be dead or in jail
I keep it realer than the logo on milk
Denouncing tough guy wannabes that
Look smoother than silk
That's the sound of the man
Getting yanked off the stage
Trying to front like he mad paid
Sucking so bad
We threw his mama off the train (insane)
MCs are just givin' it all away (Ok)
Who said him know about the Quest-like sound?
Mess around and get your ass knocked down
(clown)
I dedicate this to the posers that play hard
You wanna hear some rhymes
Well then bring your bodyguard
So he can peep the worldwide
Willie that we display
Leaving all MCs in complete disarray
I beez a veteran MC, crushing crews for years
You frontin' hard when you softer
Than the Berenstain Bears
Yeah, chumps be like "Phife
That ain't fair"
'Fuck outta here, do I look like I care?
Come off my stage before I grab
Ya neck and handle ya
Wet ya like punani, then dry you like Canada
Shaheed Muhammad's on the Gemini mixer
Peace to Derrick Coleman
Mad Max and the Sixers
I'm cappin' hard cuz I got
This rap shit sold
From Linden Boulevard down to Cascade Road
You know my steez
I treat hip-hop like a sport
Holdin' down fort up on
Martinique Court like

(Where ya at?) We seein' life for what it is
(Where ya at?) We get this
Money for these kids (Where ya at?) We bout
To build the foundation
(Where ya at?) We gonna start the Zulu Nation
(Where ya at?) Come on, come on
(Where ya at?) We gonna put it all together
(Where ya at?) No matter what
The hell the weather (Where ya at?)

Uh, uh, mind power uh, uh, mind power
Uh, uh, mind power uh, uh, mind power
Uh, uh, mind power
Uh, uh, kickin' willie is good
All throughout your whole hood
But we gotta start with
The spirit first y'all mind power