(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)