A Tribe Called Quest Follow

Goin' on and on to the rhythmic variation
Wakin' in the morning, I still represent the nation
When I speak of nation please don't make the deviation
Rebels of the party who create the jump sensation

Mind is a pit of different information
Microphone is on so of course communication
Bogle at the party then you got the bogle-ation
Decaptatin foes yo as if my name was Jason

Makin' all the fellas at the party lose composure
Hook up the beat with the mic and it's over
A Tribe Called Quest, we on the run for whatever
Trials and tribulations that we have to endeavor

Brothers know my steelo it's a letter to the better
If you see a shorty that you like, then you sweat her
Silly with the microphone, in other words I'm loco
Six foot zero with my height, complexion cocoa

Representin' on the mic it seems to be my daily
I can do a split and turn around like Alvin Ailey

I know it's been two years but see the Tribe was never fallin'
Would have tried for singin' but that stuff was not my callin'
The mic is in effect so you know I'm never stallin'
Walkin' through the door and all them suckers started haulin'

Talk a lot of trash but no one can seem to beat it
Pull out your microphone and watch the Phifer make you eat it
The MC's they get jealy when the girly's on my belly
Kick a slow dance like my brother R. Kelly

Today's a hip-hop draft will I be top-seeded?
Worked too frickin' hard while all the rest were gettin' weeded
Steady kickin' styles so I can reach that other level
Don't worry about gettin gassed I push the pedal to the metal

Always wanted this 'cause it surely beats a scramble

This I dedicate to all the honiest that be bogle-in
'Cause at the end of the night y'know Malik will have his Trojans

Please proceed with caution 'cause the lyricist is fatal
I can kick your little monkey ass like Kato
Formulate your rhymes like a child forms Play-Doh
Calm and serene like the study was tayo

Poetry machine with correct mechanisms
Immune to disease I defeat organisms
That are waitin' in my path, I overstep the critters
Give your ass the willies and your moms'll get the jitters

Winners turn to losers, losers are forgotten
Tangle in my fore with, hopes that I stop rockin'
Never will that happen only if it is permitted
Wait, I think somebody shitted

I guess that will be me, 'cause I'm the only one MCin'
I go for what I know doin' a show for human beings
Always try to lead yo never will I follow
Blowin' up the spot like Fred did to Rollo