Rhythm (Devoted to the Art of Moving Butts)

Shaheed:
 It's a new decade
 The Native Tongues are about to proceed with the usual lingo
 The usual rhythm
 Q-Tip:
 Devoted to... the art of moving butts
 The rhythm's happenin, and it's movin up
 The Tribe has been on hold for much too long
 Don't fear the rhythm because it's strong
 On the corners, brothas bop their heads
 From the high-tops to the knotty dreads
 I'm a nubian y'all, look what we did
 Took the crust away from the third eye lid
 Now, it's kinda open, longs to see the site
 Rhythms of the Tribe which is passed out right
 Night after night, day after day
 Questin for the rhythms of the Native Tongue lay
 Rhythm is the key as we open up the door
 Things a B-boy has never seen before
 Polyrhythmatic with a big fat boom
 You have an eargasm as you start to consume
 The ghetto beat with a ghetto poem
 Yeah, it's from the heart, cuz it's from the home
 Jarobi, Phife, Ali Shaheed
 Call me Koala, got what you need
 You're a disc jock, then jock this
 Rhythms can't lose, rhythms can't miss
 If you feel uptight and you need to freak
 It'll be alright once we drop this beat
 Chorus:
 I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm(8X)
 Q-Tip:
 Ma ma sa ah, ma ma coo sa
 Gets hectic, freak a bourgeios
 We Quest around for the musical hard
 On the avenues, streets and boulevard
 Not sellin out, that's a negative
 Lovin hip hop, lovin heritage
 Got the instinct to travel miles and miles
 Gotta whole lot of room for piles and piles
 Now, you're kinda with it, wanna get the funk
 From the Zulu Nation, toppin all the junk
 Standin on the top like the Temptations said
 Rhythms are obese, yeah, you gotta keep 'em fed
 Read what I read, can't be better said
 Tribalic motions dabble in the head
 Sweetback's bad, not as bad a beat
 It's a "stone groove baby"
 Continue, on the windy road
 But, I'm luggin, a crazy big load
 Will we be on point for the ninety deck
 Is it muscle bound and will it flex?
 But trudgin, we are used to
 You don't Quest alone, Quest with a crew
 We're four, once more, must make the tracks
 You see four fronts, but now you see four backs
 Chorus(unti end)