Rhythm (devoted To The Art Of Moving Butts) Lyrics

A Tribe Called Quest - Rhythm (Devoted To The Art Of Moving Butts) Lyrics

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Rhythm (Devoted To The Art Of Moving Butts) Lyrics


Shaheed:It's a new decadeThe Native Tongues are about to proceed with the usual lingoThe usual rhythmQ-Tip:Devoted to...the art of moving buttsThe rhythm's happenin, and it's movin upThe Tribe has been on hold for much too longDon't fear the rhythm because it's strongOn the corners, brothas bop their heads>From the high-tops to the knotty dreadsI'm a nubian y'all, look what we didTook the crust away from the third eye lidNow, it's kinda open, longs to see the siteRhythms of the Tribe which is passed out rightNight after night, day after dayQuestin for the rhythms of the Native Tongue layRhythm is the key as we open up the doorThings a B-boy has never seen beforePolyrhythmatic with a big fat boomYou have an eargasm as you start to consumeThe ghetto beat with a ghetto poemYeah, it's from the heart, cuz it's from the homeJarobi, Phife, Ali ShaheedCall me Koala, got what you needYou're a disc jock, then jock thisRhythms can't lose, rhythms can't missIf you feel uptight and you need to freakIt'll be alright once we drop this beatchorus:I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm(8X)Q-Tip:Ma ma sa ah, ma ma coo saGets hectic, freak a bourgeiosWe Quest around for the musical hardOn the avenues, streets and boulevardNot sellin out, that's a negativeLovin hip hop, lovin heritageGot the instinct to travel miles and milesGotta whole lot of room for piles and pilesNow, you're kinda with it, wanna get the funk>From the Zulu Nation, toppin all the junkStandin on the top like the Temptations saidRhythms are obese, yeah, you gotta keep 'em fedRead what I read, can't be better saidTribalic motions dabble in the headSweetback's bad, not as bad a beatIt's a "stone groove baby"Continue, on the windy roadBut, I'm luggin, a crazy big loadWill we be on point for the ninety deckIs it muscle bound and will it flex?But trudgin, we are used toYou don't Quest alone, Quest with a crewWe're four, once more, must make the tracksYou see four fronts, but now you see four backschorus(unti end)

A Tribe Called Quest Rhythm (Devoted To The Art Of Moving Butts)