Motivators lyrics

[Chorus]
We be the number one motivators
Ghetto mentality and the innovators (-vators)
Some of y'all may really hate us
But we won't be soft, all we wanna do is rock

[Verse 1: Phife Dawg]
We be the crew that presents that old wicked instrumental
Damagin' your mental from here to Sacramento
This here groove was made for vintage freestylin'
Feelin' like I'm chillin' on a Caribbean island
Rugged raw material is what we bring forth
A Tribe Called Quest — we representin' up North
'Quence got you taken in the back, actin' all silly
Kickin' freestyle raps, rollin' up Phillies

[Verse 2: Q-Tip]
It's the four-man fiasco in charge like Roscoe
Now you get the picture like Picasso
We make it happen when these n*ggas start rappin'
Who this, captain?
Stick out your hand, you gets no dap and
I got the Razor, got the Phife, I got the Shaheed
Now, all you shorties — move your ass while you puff weed
Blessin' fans with autographs of my past
While other rappers get gassed, they be defeatin' the task
[Verse 3: Consequence]
Yo, if I ruled the world...
It wouldn't be that gassed sh*t, n*ggas'd mix it like swirl
'Cause half of you G's ain't nothin' but girl scouts
And I'mma show you what it's all about
"Aww, yeah!" — that's what you say when my love's in your mouth
Without a doubt, I cut MC's like the cord
'Cause I does more than that MC from The Lords
While you be froggin' like Bud-wei-ser
And rappin' ain't what you slackin' in
I'm knockin' MC's outta action like abstinence
Rockin' since Kiss-My-di*k was kickin' that Peachfuzz
Cuz, you might be on drugs

[Chorus]
We be the number one motivators
Ghetto mentality and the innovators
Some of y'all may really hate us
But we won't be soft, all we wanna do is rock the floor

[Post-Chorus: Q-Tip]
To all my people 'cross the state who sit back and contemplate
Motivate, I motivate
To all my people 'cross the land who get they feet stuck in sand
Motivate, I motivate y'all
[Verse 4: Consequence]
A-yo, I stay with somethin' new, but not Granddaddy I.U
Stay tuned, live from the L-B-Q
A-yo, it's just the same guy, swingin' on your block
You know how I get down like Heather B with them Glocks
I came to lead my team to victory like Hayden Fox
'Cause heads ain't ready for the Willie I got
Yanahmean, slim? I does my Thing like Ben Grimm
Leavin' crews in shades of black and blue like Rakim
And if you don't know, you better ask another
It's like 1-9-2 when we rollin' Deep Cover
So don't shut down on the Razor
'Cause in the 9-Live, we steppin' through hotter than the Trail Blazers
And in Queens, I be a legend like Richard Dean
Son, I got a scheme that Hakeem couldn't dream
While you be Sam Cassell'n, Queens keep it live
Who the hell you tellin'? (Can't front on the Tribe)

[Verse 5: Phife Dawg & (Q-Tip)]
Let me tell you why I be the top dog in the industry (Why's that?)
Because all these so-called mutts are not seein' me (Say word)
They too busy eatin' cycles 1, 2 and 3
They can't emcee, I'd rather be down with f*ckin' Droopy D
My style is deadly, word bond, act like you f*ckin' know
Been writin' rhymes ever since Ray Parker sang with Raydio
Your style is played out like a two-tone down goose
You couldn't Converse if you had f*ckin' react juice
So hold your corner as I start to bless this mic in here
I'm eatin' through your crew like Stephen King's Langoliers
Try bite my steez — word to God, I'm gonna hurt you
(Will y'all fall off?) Will Laura f*ck Urkel? Never!
Here comes the funk, smell the aroma
Kid, my sh*t's the bomb, ask my peeps in Oklahoma
[Outro: Q-Tip]
To all my people 'cross state who sit back and contemplate
Motivate, I motivate y'all
To all my people 'cross land who get stuck in quick sand
Motivate, I motivate y'all
To all my peoples everywhere, throw yo' mitts in the air
Motivate, motivate, motivate, motivate
Can't do nuthin' for your frontin', get involved and do somethin'
Motivate, motivate, I motivate, I motivate, I moti—