Excursions

Back 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
 It's all expected, things are for the lookin
 If you got the money, Quest is for the bookin
 Come on everybody, let's 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
 Bonafide strong, you need leverage to sever
 The unit, yes, the unit, yes, the unit called the jazz is
 Deliberately cheered LP filled with street 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 we're ever so glad we made it
 We work hard, so we gotta thank God
 Dishin out the plastic, do the dance till you're spastic
 If you dis... it gets drastic
 Listen to the rhymes, cuz its 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 are 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 - (what?)
 A pair of Nikes, size ten-and-a-half (come on, come on)
 We gotta make moves
 Never, ever, ever could we fake moves (come on, come on)
 "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."
 We 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 can 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 today's 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
 Edgar 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)"
 
 Back 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
 It's all expected, things are for the lookin
 If you got the money, Quest is for the bookin
 Come on everybody, let's 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
 Bonafide strong, you need leverage to sever
 The unit, yes, the unit, yes, the unit called the jazz is
 Deliberately cheered LP filled with street 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 we're ever so glad we made it
 We work hard, so we gotta thank God
 Dishin out the plastic, do the dance till you're spastic
 If you dis... it gets drastic
 Listen to the rhymes, cuz its 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 are 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 - (what?)
 A pair of Nikes, size ten-and-a-half (come on, come on)
 We gotta make moves
 Never, ever, ever could we fake moves (come on, come on)
 "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."
 We 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 can 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 today's 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
 Edgar 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)"
 
 Back 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
 It's all expected, things are for the lookin
 If you got the money, Quest is for the bookin
 Come on everybody, let's 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
 Bonafide strong, you need leverage to sever
 The unit, yes, the unit, yes, the unit called the jazz is
 Deliberately cheered LP filled with street 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 we're ever so glad we made it
 We work hard, so we gotta thank God
 Dishin out the plastic, do the dance till you're spastic
 If you dis... it gets drastic
 Listen to the rhymes, cuz its 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 are 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 - (what?)
 A pair of Nikes, size ten-and-a-half (come on, come on)
 We gotta make moves
 Never, ever, ever could we fake moves (come on, come on)
 "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."
 We 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 can 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 today's 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
 Edgar 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)"
 
 Back 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
 It's all expected, things are for the lookin
 If you got the money, Quest is for the bookin
 Come on everybody, let's 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
 Bonafide strong, you need leverage to sever
 The unit, yes, the unit, yes, the unit called the jazz is
 Deliberately cheered LP filled with street 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 we're ever so glad we made it
 We work hard, so we gotta thank God
 Dishin out the plastic, do the dance till you're spastic
 If you dis... it gets drastic
 Listen to the rhymes, cuz its 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 are 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 - (what?)
 A pair of Nikes, size ten-and-a-half (come on, come on)
 We gotta make moves
 Never, ever, ever could we fake moves (come on, come on)
 "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."
 We 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 can 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 today's 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
 Edgar 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)"
 
 Back 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
 It's all expected, things are for the lookin
 If you got the money, Quest is for the bookin
 Come on everybody, let's 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
 Bonafide strong, you need leverage to sever
 The unit, yes, the unit, yes, the unit called the jazz is
 Deliberately cheered LP filled with street 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 we're ever so glad we made it
 We work hard, so we gotta thank God
 Dishin out the plastic, do the dance till you're spastic
 If you dis... it gets drastic
 Listen to the rhymes, cuz its 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 are 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 - (what?)
 A pair of Nikes, size ten-and-a-half (come on, come on)
 We gotta make moves
 Never, ever, ever could we fake moves (come on, come on)
 "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."
 We 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 can 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 today's 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
 Edgar 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)"