Motivators

Rockin' since kiss my dick was kickin' ass

Feelin' like I’m chillin' on a Caribbean island
While you be standin' sellin', Queens keep it live

So hold your corner as I fuckin' bless this mic in here
To all my people across the state who sit back and contemplate
Stay tuned, live from the LBQ
While you be froggin' like bud-wei-ser
So don’t shut down on the Razor
My style is deadly, word bond, act like you fuckin' know
Motivate, motivate
'Cuz heads ain’t ready for the Willie I got
To all my people across the land who get their feet stuck in sand
You know how I get down like Heather B. with them glocks
Who this, captain? Stick out your hand, you gets no dappin'
Yo, if I ruled the world
It’s like 192 when we rollin' deep cover
Been writin' rhymes ever since Ray Parker sang with radio
Can’t do nuthin' for your frontin', get involved and do somethin'
To all my people across the state who sit back and contemplate
Without a doubt, I cut MC's like the cord
They can’t MC, I’d rather be down with fuckin' Droopy D
And in Queens, I be a legend like Richard Dean
(Ah yeah)
I got the Razor, I got the Phife, I got the Shaheed
Motivate, I motivate y’all
We be the crew that presents it on wicked instrumental
'Cuz in the 9-live we steppin' through hotter than the trail blazers
A Tribe Called Quest, we representin' up north
We make it happen when these niggaz start rappin'
Chop off my feet, word to God, I’m gonna hurt you
We be the number one motivators

To all my people across the land who get stuck in great sand
Ay yo, I speak with somethin' new but not granddaddy I.U.
Motivate, motivate, I motivate y’all

Now all you shorties move your ass while you puff weed
Motivate, motivate, motivate, motivate
It’s the four man fiasco in charge like Roscoe

This here groove was made for vintage freestylin'
(Say what)
Kickin' freestyle raps, rollin' up Phillies
Will Laura fuck Urkel?
Is what you say when my love's in your mouth

Blessin' fans with autographs in my paths
But we won’t be soft, all we wanna do is rock the floor
Some of y’all may really hate us
Ghetto mentality and the innovators
I’m knockin' MC's outta action like abstinence

Ask my peeps from Oklahoma
Ya naw’mean slim, I dug my thing like them grim
Some of y’all may really hate us
Ay yo, it’s destined St. John, I swing on your block
Kid, my shit’s the bomb

And I'ma show you what it’s all about
While other rappers get gassed, they be defeatin' the task
Leavin' crews in state of black and blue like Rakim

'Cuz half of you Gs, ain't nuthin' but girl, scouts
Let me tell you why I be the top dog in the industry
I came to lead my team to victory like Hayden Fox
They too busy eatin' cycles 1, 2 and 3
(What's that?)
You couldn’t converse if you had fuckin' react juice
To all my peoples everywhere throw your mitts in the air
But we won’t be soft, all we wanna do is rock
You’re style is played out like a two-tone down goose
Who the hell you tellin'
What’s that you’re sayin' in the back, actin' all silly
I’m eatin' through your crew like Stephen King’s Langoliers
And rappin' is what you slackin' in

Peachfuzz, 'cuz you might be on drugs

And if you don’t know, you better ask another

Because all these so-called mutts are not seein' me
Rugged, raw material is what we bring forth
'Cuz I does more than that MC from the lords
(Kim from the Tribe)
Damagin' your mental, from here to Sacramento
Motivate, I motivate y’all
Now you get the picture like Picasso
(Will y’all fall off? )
It wouldn't be that gassed shit, niggaz'll make the light swirl
Son, I got a team that Hakeem couldn't dream

Never, here comes the funk, smell the aroma