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A Tribe Called Quest - Excursions

Vocal* interludes sampled from time is running out by the last poets [q-tip]

in the days when I was a teenager Before
I had status and before I had a pager You
could find the abstract listening to hip hop My
pops used to say it, reminded him of be-bop I
said well, daddy don't you know that things go in cycles The
way that bobby brown is just ampin like michael Its
all expected things, are for the lookin If
you got the money quest, is for the bookin Come
on everybody lets, get with the fly modes Still
got room on the truck load, the back boom Listen
to the rhyme to, get a mental picture Of
this black man through, black woman victim Why
do I say that cuz, I gotta speak the truth man Doing
what we feel for the music is the proof and Planted
on the ground the, act is so together Bonafied
strong you, need leverage to sever The
unit yes, the, unit yes, the, unit called the jazz is Deliberatley
cheered lp filled with streeet goods You
can find it on the rack in your record store (store) If
you get the record then, your thoughts are adored And
appreciated cause, were ever so glad we made it We
work hard so, we gotta thank god Dishin
out the plastic do, the dance till you spastic If
you this It... gets drastic Listen
to the rhymes cuz, it's time to make gravy If
it moves your booty then, shake shake, it baby All
the way to africa A K. A. The. motherland (uh) Stick
out the left then, I'll ask for the other hand That's
the right hand black, man (man) Only
if you was noted as my man (man) If
I get the credit then, I'll think I deserve it If
you fake moves don't, fix your mouth to word it Get
in the zone of positivity not, negativity Cuz
we gotta strive for longevity If
you botch up what's, in that (ass) (what )?A
pair of nikes size, ten-and-a-half (come on come, on) Chorus


gotta make moves Never
ever, ever, could we fake moves (come on come, on) (4x) Time

Time.. is a ship on a merciless sea Drifting
toward an average of nothingness Until
it can be retarded for it's own destiny Time
is an inanimate object Praying
and praying and praying for Time? ?
is dancing moving, lingering all memories of past -..
the> last poets You

gotta be a winner all the time Can't
fall prey to a hip hop crime With
the dope raps and dope tracks for you for blocks From
the fly girlies to the hardest of the rocks Musically
the quest is, on the rise We
on these excursions so you must realize That
continually I, pop my zulu If
you don't like it get, off the zulu tip So
what could you do in the times which exist You
can't fake moves on your brother or your sis But
if your sis is a (bitch) brother, is a jerk Leave
em both alone and continue with your work Whatever
it may be in todays society Everything
is fair at, least that how it seems to me You
must be honest and true to the next Don't
be phony and expect one not to flex Especially
if you rhyme you, have to live by the pen Your
man is your man then, treat him like your friend All
it is is, the code of the streets So
listen to the knowledge bein dropped over beats Beats
that are hard beats, that are funky It
could get you hooked like a crackhead junkie What
you gotta do to is know that the tribe is in the sphere The
abstract poet prominent, like shakespeare Chorus


allan poe it, don't stop (uh )!Time

is running out on black power africans today And
whites blacks and reporters at night Everytime
you see them With? ? their tongues hangin out Time
is running and past and passing and running Running
and past and passing and running (excursions)

”Excursions” is a song that sets the theme for the rest of the record, and arguably the group’s career. Within the song’s first few lines, Q-Tip recalls words from his father who likened the improvisational nature of jazz’s bebop to hip-hop’s freedom-filled sonic structure. The song sets the central thesis for the album of Afrocentric content delivered with witty lyricism over minimalist jazz grooves. Jazz sample from Art Blakey & The Jazz Messengers’ ‘A Chant For Bu’ recorded in the 1970s with the great Woody Shaw on trumpet.

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