Same Ol' Thing Lyrics by A Tribe Called Quest

Yo, charge.
Another life there, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Goodness to the right of me.
Evil to the left of me.

Yo, yo.
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo,
Check my style out.
Life situations are the one I speak about.
It seems cats now-a-days we gettin' introduced to courage,
Don't get discouraged,
'Cause my words will threw her like flourish,
We got the bounty.
We from the queen's county,
Overlookin' things like a Rushmore Mounty.
And got no other choice except to get a little love.
We rise above,
The beat we fittin' like a glove.
The pain in my heart is getting dosed by joy,
We have no other boy but to bring the B-boy.
There's nothin' on this earth that can instill fear,
The locamotive, puttin' my thing in gear.
I only have the fear of God and that's taqua,
You need binaca.
Your trap is blazing like blanca,
I got the lethal, you couldn't put a match to it,
Let me know yo we could do it like Stu it.
Mind over matter action is needed,
When the big one not to be super seeded.
Responsibility is somethin' I can't deny,
The illegallies is Narcist reply.
Most cats scrambled to do 'cause they want to,
But on the kick rising in the past on impromptu.
My willy's hot like two links in the skillet,
A room filled with speakers one stage, watch me kill it.
Knowledge should be sought from the cradle to the grave,
Round and opposition get it twist like Super Dave.
You be looking, Bub, just like Uncle Jesse.
Don't make the scene messy,
'Cause it'll jump that's word Aunt Betsy.
Profound sentences to pure lyric gems,
Some of my friends be like a people with stems,
Folks be on the chase for this cheddar,
Thinkin' it makes your life better,
But it can make you ass out.
And when I'm at a show chicks never pass out,
We got the noise to make the whole mash shout out.
A Tribe Called Quest make the party go down,
Plus we make positive thoughts to fill up all your crowns.
Lyrics come to cats like a hot and cold flash.
So can come with ease if four and a smash,
Held the fort down like the Justice League,
All the super friends,
But in the world turn more spins.
Brothers walk the street with the ill pace face.
City life breeze contempt for each race.
All pages due to a law and I should say it,
It' the abstract, (motor),
Vader, (making things)
Making things better.
Puttin' things in perspective to rock and roll,
'Cause you know this kid is got wild soul.
Of every kind of drama,
Like stars out pirhanna.
Cold like ice jazzed hot like a sauna.
It's the have verse the have-nots,
Guess who's arrived in the hood?
Exposing all wrongs, it's all good.
Yo word up, hip-hop is live like a wire.
Let's get a little bit before the whole joint expire.
I got to stress it again,
You see it's for my Ken,
And all my babies,
Children of the world, no maybe's. (No maybe's)
To you we got to move through,
And push through, (Organize, son)
Because we got to make it happen keep the true blue.
(Gotta organize this)

It's like that.
So much confusion goin' on.
(Organize this)
So much confusion goin' on.
(Organize this)
Inside all mine.
(Same ol' thing, same ol' thing)
Inside all mine.
So much confusion goin' on.
(Same ol' thing, same ol' thing)
Uh, uh, uh, uh,
But everything will be fine.
So much confusion goin' on.
(Gotta organize this)
So much confusion... goin' on.
Gotta make it alright.
(Same ol' thing, same ol' thing)
Gotta make it alright.
(Gotta organize this)
Gotta elevate your mind.
(Gotta organize this)
Elevate your mind.
Elevate your mind.
(Same ol' thing, same ol' thing)
Elevate your mind.
Elevate your mind.
(Gotta organize this)
Elevate your mind.
(Same ol' thing, same ol' thing)
Elevate your mind...