We don't believe you 'cause we the people
I'll still be in the rear, yo, we don't need you
You ain't a killer nor good, young nigga, move
When we get hungry we eat the same f*cking food
The ramen noodle
Your simple voodoo is so maniacal, reliable to pull a juju
The irony is that this bad bitch in my lap
She don't love me, she make bunnies, she gon' study that
She gon' give it to me, ain't gon' tell me run it back
She gon' take the brain or weather plain, she spit on that
The doors are signed with, don't try to rhyme with
VH1 has a show that you could waste your time with
Guilty pleasures take the edge off reality
And for a salary I'd probably do that shit sporadically
The OG Gucci wasn't spittin' with iguanas
The IRS piranha see a nigga gettin' commas
Niggas in the hood living in a fishbowl
Gentrify here, now it's not a shit hole
Trendsetter, I know, my shit's cold
I ain't said it yet because I ain't so bold, hey yo
All you Black folks, you must go
All you Mexicans, you must go
And all you poor folks, you must go
Muslims and gays, boy, we hate your ways
So all you bad folks, you must go
The fog in the smog of new media that logs
False narratives of guys that came up against the odds
We not just nigga rappers with the bars
It's kismet that we cosmic with the stars
You bastards overlooking street art
Better yet, street smarts but you keep us off the charts
So motherf*ck your numbers and your statisticians
F*ck you know about true competition?
Just like the [?] picture that talking about he hittin'
The only ones who's hitting are the ones that currently spittin'
We got your missie smitten rubbing on a little kitten
Dreaming of a world that's equal for women with no division
Boy, I tell you that's vision
Like Tony Romo when he hitting Witten
The Tribe be the best in they division
Shaheed Muhammad cut it with precision
Who can come back years later, still hit the shot?
Still y'all tryna move me off the f*cking block
Babylon, bloodclot
Two pon yo headtop, yeah
All you Black folks, you must go
All you Mexicans, you must go
And all you poor folks, you must go
Muslims and gays, boy, we hate your ways
So all you bad folks, you must go
A Tribe Called Quest - We The People Lyrics
A Tribe Called Quest - We The People Lyrics
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We don't believe you 'cause we the people
I'll still be in the rear, yo, we don't need you
You ain't a killer nor good, young nigga, move
When we get hungry we eat the same f*cking food
The ramen noodle
Your simple voodoo is so maniacal, reliable to pull a juju
The irony is that this bad bitch in my lap
She don't love me, she make bunnies, she gon' study that
She gon' give it to me, ain't gon' tell me run it back
She gon' take the brain or weather plain, she spit on that
The doors are signed with, don't try to rhyme with
VH1 has a show that you could waste your time with
Guilty pleasures take the edge off reality
And for a salary I'd probably do that shit sporadically
The OG Gucci wasn't spittin' with iguanas
The IRS piranha see a nigga gettin' commas
Niggas in the hood living in a fishbowl
Gentrify here, now it's not a shit hole
Trendsetter, I know, my shit's cold
I ain't said it yet because I ain't so bold, hey yo
All you Black folks, you must go
All you Mexicans, you must go
And all you poor folks, you must go
Muslims and gays, boy, we hate your ways
So all you bad folks, you must go
The fog in the smog of new media that logs
False narratives of guys that came up against the odds
We not just nigga rappers with the bars
It's kismet that we cosmic with the stars
You bastards overlooking street art
Better yet, street smarts but you keep us off the charts
So motherf*ck your numbers and your statisticians
F*ck you know about true competition?
Just like the [?] picture that talking about he hittin'
The only ones who's hitting are the ones that currently spittin'
We got your missie smitten rubbing on a little kitten
Dreaming of a world that's equal for women with no division
Boy, I tell you that's vision
Like Tony Romo when he hitting Witten
The Tribe be the best in they division
Shaheed Muhammad cut it with precision
Who can come back years later, still hit the shot?
Still y'all tryna move me off the f*cking block
Babylon, bloodclot
Two pon yo headtop, yeah
All you Black folks, you must go
All you Mexicans, you must go
And all you poor folks, you must go
Muslims and gays, boy, we hate your ways
So all you bad folks, you must go
I'll still be in the rear, yo, we don't need you
You ain't a killer nor good, young nigga, move
When we get hungry we eat the same f*cking food
The ramen noodle
Your simple voodoo is so maniacal, reliable to pull a juju
The irony is that this bad bitch in my lap
She don't love me, she make bunnies, she gon' study that
She gon' give it to me, ain't gon' tell me run it back
She gon' take the brain or weather plain, she spit on that
The doors are signed with, don't try to rhyme with
VH1 has a show that you could waste your time with
Guilty pleasures take the edge off reality
And for a salary I'd probably do that shit sporadically
The OG Gucci wasn't spittin' with iguanas
The IRS piranha see a nigga gettin' commas
Niggas in the hood living in a fishbowl
Gentrify here, now it's not a shit hole
Trendsetter, I know, my shit's cold
I ain't said it yet because I ain't so bold, hey yo
All you Black folks, you must go
All you Mexicans, you must go
And all you poor folks, you must go
Muslims and gays, boy, we hate your ways
So all you bad folks, you must go
The fog in the smog of new media that logs
False narratives of guys that came up against the odds
We not just nigga rappers with the bars
It's kismet that we cosmic with the stars
You bastards overlooking street art
Better yet, street smarts but you keep us off the charts
So motherf*ck your numbers and your statisticians
F*ck you know about true competition?
Just like the [?] picture that talking about he hittin'
The only ones who's hitting are the ones that currently spittin'
We got your missie smitten rubbing on a little kitten
Dreaming of a world that's equal for women with no division
Boy, I tell you that's vision
Like Tony Romo when he hitting Witten
The Tribe be the best in they division
Shaheed Muhammad cut it with precision
Who can come back years later, still hit the shot?
Still y'all tryna move me off the f*cking block
Babylon, bloodclot
Two pon yo headtop, yeah
All you Black folks, you must go
All you Mexicans, you must go
And all you poor folks, you must go
Muslims and gays, boy, we hate your ways
So all you bad folks, you must go
Writer: TERENCE BUTLER, JOHN OSBOURNE, ANTHONY IOMMI, WILLIAM WARD, KAMAAL IBN JOHN FAREED, MALIK IZAAK TAYLOR
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.