A Tribe Called Quest F/ Consequence - "Mind Power" lyrics

Q-Tip: MCin, see I got this in my spirit I got verses like Mahalia singin church hymns Your new lesson is to realize the mission when you hear it 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, insteadibly, to the medley Come on It's the complete Kamal, unique, Fareed, breed That'll keep you broke down like a horse 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 Stayin sincere to this, so I know we gonna manage Busta Rhymes, De La, the J Beez, so don't sleep We got reality for the carriage 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 That keeps everything on even keels We got that silk, satin, Manhattan intelligence feel So all you slow brothas talkin yang, ya poo tang Now, we gonna show you how the real crew bang Consequence: A yo, I bring it to you live kid, Queens niggaz love static Your rap's had it, braggin more numbers than mathematics I get brains on progmatic from leavin wet dreams shattered That's the same copy gettin in your mug shot The love shack is 192, my joint's smooth I stays hot like summertime on LBQ and boo boo I keeps it brand new like school shoppin To watch them niggaz fall like Linque It's on and poppin You get laid off while I'll be gamin ghetto girl like 8-Off The club peeps this nigga's steez like rayon The verdict's in, I be the look of blendin Give up your goods cuz it's the start of your endin Q-Tip: (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') Phife: Now, all that glock totin' trash you talk will not prevail I keeps it realer than the local one mill Denouncin tough guy wannabes that look smoother than silk It's stale, you'll either be dead or in jail That's the sound of the man gettin yanked off the stage Tryin to front like he mad paid Suckin 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 type sound' I dedicate this to the posers that play hard Mess around and get your ass knocked down (clown) You wanna hear some rhymes, well come bring your bodyguard So he can peep the worldwide Willie that we display Leavin all MCs in complete disarray You frontin hard, when you softer than the Berenstain Bears I beez a veteran MC, crushin crews for years Yeah, chumps be like "Phife, that ain't fair" Come off my stage, before I grab ya neck and handle ya Fuck outta here, do I look like I care Shaheed Muhammad's on the Gemini mixer Wet ya like punani, then dry you like Canada I'm cappin hard cuz I got this rap shit sold Peace to Derrick Coleman, Mad Max and the Sixers >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 get this money for these kids Q-Tip: (Where ya at') We seein life for what it is (Where ya at') We bout to build the foundation (Where ya at') We gonna start the Zulu Nation (Where ya at') We gonna put it all together (Where ya at') Come on, come on (Where ya at') No matter what the hell the weather (Where ya at') Uh, uh, mind power (5X) Uh, uh, kickin willie is good, all throughout your whole hood But we gotta start with the spirit first y'all Mind power