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Runnin with all of my brothers. I always wonder how far we could go. If we could break through the ceiling above us. There'd be no point. Of us looking below. . We could be free. We could be fr
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me out Running against the law and against the time. Wondering what the fuss is all about. Finding a way to dream away your love. Taking it in before they take me out Just like a secret society
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tribe. A lovely night as I take you. Into the tribe Take my hand, take a bite. Take a look in the past. We were one we were here. Through eternity's dance When I lay this kiss upon you. You will
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playing pusher man. What you got to do with yourself? (Oh what?). Can't you be somebody else? (No). Look at you described to a tee (huh). You're a fool of many in society. I know some more, I shall go
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playing pusher man. What you got to do with yourself? (Oh what?). Can't you be somebody else? (No). Look at you described to a tee (huh). You're a fool of many in society. I know some more, I shall go
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Song My Girl (Extended) - The Other Tribe. My girl, we were naked. My girl, we were naked whilst the sky got dressed. . Drips from the sky, lean back and fly. With half of smile, shut eyes, all
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Song My Girl (Radio Edit) - The Other Tribe. My girl, we were naked. My girl, we were naked whilst the sky got dressed. . Drips from the sky, lean back and fly. With half of smile, shut eyes
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probably get some help. I can't control myself, I'm addicted to the hell. My heart is getting sick from the tar that's on your lips. Oh, baby, you're so bad for my health. Dear society, you've pushed me to
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(harmonica). Jimmy carl black (vocals). Ahmet zappa (vocals). Moon zappa (vocals) You're the ol' lady from the society pages. From a small town somewhere I used to be. You owned the paper and a bunch of
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Thurston. Society is a hole. It makes me lie to my friends. It's running down my street. With white powers sneakers. On the beautiful beat of black feet. Society is a hole. It beats my friends
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Linden Boulevard represent, represent. Tribe Called Quest represent, represent. When the mic is in my hand, I'm never hesitant. My favourite jam back in the day was Eric B. for President. Rude
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the party lose composure. Hook up the beat with the mic and it's over (original, uh!). A tribe called quest we on the run for whatever. Trials and tribulations that we have to endeavor. Brothers
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pray. Afraid and so alone. Tell me where have all the loving people gone They're lying here with you and me. Buried in the shadows of society Young mothers' faces filled with shame. It's not enough
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pawn in this recurring game. Humanity going insane. . Shades of death are all I see. skeletons of society. shades of death are all I see. Fragments of what used to be. fragments of what used to be
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this. Really do I care yo, I let down my hair. When the music's up loud man, I Jones real rad. Lyrical valow, in club, in the go. In jeep in America, tribe go mad. Females ride when my niggas just
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. You know I'm gonna do it. My * is rock solid, but it flows like fluid. Chemists get confused of my ill composition. This is the third of the new Tribe addition. MCs be swinging, but a lot of them
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this. Really do I care yo, I let down my hair. When the music's up loud man, I Jones real rad. Lyrical valow, in club, in the go. In jeep in America, tribe go mad. Females ride when my niggas just
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ya going, you can't escape. When the Tribe is in the house that means nobody is safe. How can a reverend preach, when a rev can't define. The music of our youth from 1979. We rap by what we see
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vital Tribe nigga, WHAT?. The ladies sweat the style like the squirrel sweat the nuts. You know a fellas good for the moola. Don't smoke no woolas, read the name call me Slick Tip the Ruler Oh, you did
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like the kids love Barney. "I love you, you love me". The shorty Phife Dawg is your favorite MC. So move back yaself dread, you know the element. The Tribe is good for your health like a can of
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vital Tribe nigga, WHAT?. The ladies sweat the style like the squirrel sweat the nuts. You know a fellas good for the moola. Don't smoke no woolas, read the name call me Slick Tip the Ruler Oh, you did
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. . The jazz, the what? The jazz can move that ass. Cuz the tribe originates that feelin' of pizzazz. It's the universal sound, best to brothers underground. In the one-six below, ya didn't have to go