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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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cry I hear the sound of gunfire at the prison gate. Are the liberators here?. Do I hope or do I fear?. For my father and my brother, it's too late. But I must help my mother stand up straight Are we
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cry I hear the sound of gunfire at the prison gate. Are the liberators here?. Do I hope or do I fear?. For my father and my brother, it's too late. But I must help my mother stand up straight Are we
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cry I hear the sound of gunfire at the prison gate. Are the liberators here?. Do I hope or do I fear?. For my father and my brother, it's too late. But I must help my mother stand up straight Are we
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that. Bust your ass slow, as if you didn't know. Put my mic inside your brain zone, don't *** home ***. It's the rhyme, it's the beat that vibe all together. That makes the competitors sound like
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that. Bust your ass slow, as if you didn't know. Put my mic inside your brain zone, don't *** home ***. It's the rhyme, it's the beat that vibe all together. That makes the competitors sound like
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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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Phife Dawg. Hey yo swing swing swing, to chop chop chop. Yo that's the sound when MC's get mopped. Don't come around town without the hip in your hop. Cause when the * hits the fan, that
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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
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county clothes, wearing them county clothes Yes, the jury found me guilty. I heard that gavel sound. And the only friend who would have thrown my bail. Was six feet underground, six feet underground Oh
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all be freed. . Sickness to insanity. Prayer to profanity. Days and weeks and months go by. Don't feel the hunger -- too weak to cry. . I hear the sound of gunfire at the prison gate. Are the
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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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What is that sound, ringing in my ears. The strangest sound, I've heard for years and years. The sound of two hearts, beating side by side. The sound of one love, that neither one can hide The
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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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eobsge. I sungan-e neol mid-eobwa. Naega ne yeop-e iss-eulge. Han beonppun-in yeol-ahob kkeut-eseo. 9 9 9teen 9 9 9teen u eh o. Geob-i nadeolado teullin geos-eun eobs-eo. My 9teen. You neowa hamkke iss-eo
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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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he's a loser' Who would love a woman turn around and abuse her (oh). Only a fool as described by the Tribe. Here's another one who's on the fool vibe (okay). Gonna make it short, gonna make it quick
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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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he's a loser' Who would love a woman turn around and abuse her (oh). Only a fool as described by the Tribe. Here's another one who's on the fool vibe (okay). Gonna make it short, gonna make it quick
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. Sittin here livin on cloud 9. Livin on cloud 9. I'm doin just fine. Livin on cloud 9. Ain't got no worries. Ain't got no frets. Oh yeah. Livin on cloud 9. He thinks she's this. And she thinks he's
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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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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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Some folks tell you what to do. They think they know more than you. They insist that they're givin' sound advice. But as sure as you're livin'. It ain't sound, it ain't nice. It just doesn't
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, knahmsayin?. Tribe Called Quest, Shaheed and Tip. This is how we flip My man Muhammad in the house, huh (come on, come on). Zulu Nation in the house, huh (come on, come on). Subroc is in the house, huh
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Hook. ? all around. ? found. ? all around. ? found. ? all around. ? found. ? all around. ? found. ?. Refrain. Hear the champion sound!. Hear the champion sound!. Hook. ? all around. ? found. ? all
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Bài hát A Tribe Called Red - Angel Haze. Verse 1. Back in the booth let the tragedy in. Switched up the team, let the magic begin. Told all you haters, I'm in it to win. Way back when them losers
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Bài hát A Tribe Called Red - Angel Haze. Verse 1. Back in the booth let the tragedy in. Switched up the team, let the magic begin. Told all you haters, I'm in it to win. Way back when them losers
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Bài hát A Tribe Called Red - Angel Haze. Verse 1. Back in the booth let the tragedy in. Switched up the team, let the magic begin. Told all you haters, I'm in it to win. Way back when them losers
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Intro. You are-are lost in sound-sound. Into the light (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh). You are-are lost in sound-sound. Into the light (yeah, yeah, oh, oh, oh, oh). You are-are lost in sound-sound
