A Tribe Called Quest - What Really Goes On lyrics

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Yo, we preparin ourselves for
This ultimate war
The MCs are really lost and
It's at a big cost
We be rhymin' at our show
Thinkin we gettin' dough
Movin throught every town off the fumes of
And accolades of the crowd with
Our chests out proud
Yo, we 'bout to pack these
Joints so that these, sound loud


Some kids be actin' stank like a baby pant
It's the rapper Abstract that makes
The joint get amped
Yo, use your body maker and use your minds
To break true yo, we gotta do the do
Son, we livin' in a time
Where mad folks talk (shit)
Representin' they crews or they
East West clicks
Let me tell everybody from coast to coast
About the lands we boast
But we don't own jack how the
(fuck) we movin' through makin'
Moves like that? How the
(hell) we movin' through makin'
Moves like that?
Can you explain that? I doubt that
Very highly we got jewels and Mo and
The life is type rowdy everybody lookin
(shitty) like a to' down committee
Let's make these institutions
Body slam for the smitties
I got girls with plenty tails, smarts and big
(titties)
And they all stressin' me, yo, really?
What really goes on? (IIIII don't know)

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One is for the beat and the
Two is for the rhyme
Three is for the life, now we on this incline
Never catch this kid stickin forks in swine
Never ran my gibs in nuthin less than a dime
A few of my brothas did that asshole one time
Strivin miss sunrise sometimes is
Known as crime
The three twenty-five got that Windex shine
And when I shot skelly
I had my boxes in lines
All I wanna do is live life and be fair
I used to stress girls with
Long legs and long hair
Now, I want a woman with a spiritual flair
God will never make it too
Hard for me to bare
I'm hungry like a derelict whose
Stays in the diluse
Some can count me out, but yo
I doubt that I lose
The Westernized world got our minds confused
You frontin on me, ak
Then you don't get bruised
The funny style cats
They'll be playin' games like Chucky
Government officials shoot their same old
Made of devil agents aka the devil flunky
Stiff (ass) squares gettin' mad cause we funky
This the crap game, then we got the top rolls
The positive jumps the negative like frogs
Resentin evil vibes, yo, that
(shit) is at the morgue
We celebrate laughin' down in
At the smorgas borg you still lookin'
(shitty) like a to' down committee
Let's make this institution
Buy the land for the smitties
I got girls with tails, plenty smarts and big
(titties) and they all stressin' mereally

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