Songtexte: A Tribe Called Quest. Mind Power.

So fuck it, so fuck it, I said
So fuck it, I said, said fuck it

Your new lesson is to realize the mission when you hear it
MC you, see I got this in my spirit
I got verses like Mahalia singin' church hymns
So strap up because you skatin' on ice that's wild thin
A weak foundation doesn't make a good home
That's why mine is built on chrome microphones
We 'bout to do it theoretically, insteadibly, to the medley, come on

It's the complete Kamal, unique, Fareed, breed
That'll keep you broke down like a Ross 5 speed
So move buddy, a yo we got to get this money
In this land of dead and crummy, ain't a damn thing funny
A yo, shout out to Mob Deep, the Extra P
Busta Rhymes, De La, the J Beez and don't sleep
We got reality for the carriage
Stayin' sincere to this, so I know we gonna manage

Give me, liberty in mass amounts and Swiss bank accounts
With the sustainer, it'll be real
So me and my brothas, we can sit down and build
Like Rampage with that last boy scout appeal
We got that silk, satin, Manhattan intelligence feel
That keeps everything on even keels
So all you slow brothas talkin' yang, ya poo tang
Now, we gonna show you how the real crew bang

A yo, I bring it to you live kid, Queens niggaz love static
Your rap's had it, braggin' more numbers than mathematics
I get brains on pragmatic from leavin' wet dreams shattered
That's the same copy gettin' in your mug shot
I stays hot like summertime on LBQ and boo boo
The love shack is 192, my joint's smooth
To watch them niggaz fall like Linque
I keeps it brand new like school shoppin'
It's on and poppin'

The club peeps this niggaz steez like rayon
You get laid off while I'll be gamin ghetto girl like 8-Off
The verdict's in, I be the look of blendin'
Give up your goods 'cuz it's the start of your endin'

(Where ya at?)
We seein' life for what it is
(Where ya at?)
We get this money for these kids
(Where ya at?)
We 'bout to build the foundation
(Where ya at?)

Now, all that glock totin' trash you talk will not prevail
It's stale, you'll either be dead or in jail
I keeps it realer than the logo on milk Denouncin' tough guy
Wannabes that look smoother than silk
That's the sound of the man gettin' yanked off the stage
Tryin' to front like he mad paid
Suckin' so bad, we threw his mama off the train
(Insane)

MC's are just givin' it all away
(Okay)
Who said him know about the Quest type sound?
Mess around and get your ass knocked down
(Clown)
I dedicate this to the posers that play hard
You wanna hear some rhymes, well come bring your bodyguard
So he can peep the worldwide Willie that we display
Leavin' all MC's in complete disarray
I beez a veteran MC, crushin' crews for years
You frontin' hard, when you softer than the Berenstain Bears

Yeah, chumps be like, "Phife, that ain't fair"
Fuck outta here, do I look like I care
(Come off my stage)
Come off my stage, before I grab ya neck and handle ya
Wet ya like punani, then dry you like Canada
Shaheed Muhammad's on the Gemini mixer
Peace to Derrick Coleman, Mad Max and the Sixers
I'm cappin' hard 'cuz I got this rap shit sold
From Linden Boulevard down to Cascade Road
You know my steez, I treat hip hop like a sport
Holdin' down fort up on Martinique Court like

(Where ya at?)
We seein' life for what it is
(Where ya at?)
We get this money for these kids
(Where ya at?)
We 'bout to build the foundation
(Where ya at?)
We gonna start the Zulu Nation

(Where ya at?)
Come on, come on
(Where ya at?)
We gonna put it all together
(Where ya at?)
No matter what the hell the weather
(Where ya at?)

Uh, uh, mind power, uh, uh, mind power
Uh, uh, mind power, uh, uh, mind power, uh, uh, mind power
(It's very close in)
Uh, uh, kickin' Willie is good, all throughout your whole hood
But we gotta start with the spirit first y'all, mind power
(Spirit first y'all)