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Nancy Sinatra - Youthful Expression lyrics
Q-Tip:
 The taste of nuthin, this does somethin
 Moms that knows that, says I'm frontin
 Call me Smiley, cuz I'm wiley
 Livin life like the life of Riley
 Smokin blunts with a boy named Bud
 We cough up your lungs, cough up your cud
 Put out fires, with a 40, ounce of water
 You know you oughta
 Dance to this, your girl you kiss
 I like fried foods, especially fish
 Afrocentric, I'm electric
 Socialistic and eccentric
 Body's healthy, mind is wealthy
 Thoughts, they flow, that will prepare me
 To be a Native, get creative
 Original and designative
 Listen to the line that's playin
 Listen hard to what Q's sayin
 Politicians are magicians
 Make your vote, they hope your wishin
 Ambiguous words, senseless verbs
 They all amount to crap that's heard
 Violent hip hop, money flip flops
 Promoters won't book, but it still rocks
 I'm a Zulu, yes, a true blue
 Red Alert is with the poo-poo
 Ozone layer, loses flava
 Here's the edge that you will savor
 Jarobi:
 The economy...politics...police...everything
 Except for the youth
 But the youth about to come back
 Q-Tip(voice distorted):
 Alright, here they come
 Uh oh, uh oh, uh!
 Q-Tip:
 With expressions and I'm guessin
 19 years is a youthful lessonNancy Sinatra - Youthful Expression - http://motolyrics.com/nancy-sinatra/youthful-expression-lyrics.html
 Fallin skies babe, open eyes babe
 Can't you see what lays inside babe
 Makin mentions on this tension
 Rhythmic lovin, my profession
 Hips, they gyrate, scripts I narrate
 No banana, I ain't a primate
 Ain't no soul glo, just an afro
 The head is bred to let the thoughts grow
 Quest together, to lands of never
 Sleet and snow and storms can't sever
 Tribe is growin, never know when
 For this time, six necks may show in
 Dialogues have been accepted
 Negatives have been rejected
 That's the music, negro music
 Is here for all, so you must choose it
 Phonies fondle, watch it throttle
 3-6-5 straight out the bottle
 Bustin caps, finger snaps
 I prefer the second for ghetto tracks
 Phife, Jarobi, Ali told me
 Get the force like Wan Kenobi
 Force his teachin, beats are screechin
 Poly plateaus, we aim for reachin
 Tribalization, freaks the nation
 A mass of peers in celebration
 Hopes been real high, since the knee high
 Days of youth, feelin good and real spry
 Avid combos, hear those bongos
 Boom cacka boom, that's how they go
 We ain't nomads, but we real glad
 Hip hop slams through the nineties, no fad
 As a rhythm, have been given
 Hurry up, become, we breakin out, out
 Shaheed:
 With a rhythmic instinction to be able to travel 
 Beyond existing forces of life
 Basically, that Tribal
 And if you wanna get the rhythm
 Then you have to join a Tribe
 Word, peace








