A Tribe Called Quest - We Can Get Down lyrics

chorus: We can get down We can, we can get down(both lines 4X) Ah, it's like that man, it's like that (yes!) It's like that man, it's like that (yes!) (2X) It's like that man, it's like that (Rakim from "My Melody":"Why waste time on the microphone") Check it Phife: I'm not your average MC with the Joe Schmoe flow If you don't know me by now, you'll never know Steppin on my critics, beatin on my foes The plan is to stay focused, only then I can go Straight from the heart, I represent hip hop I be three albums deep, but I don't wanna go pop Too many candy rappers seem to be at the top Too much candy is no good, so now I'm closin the shop Crushin competition like your tires on grapes My rhymes styles be blendin like a Ron G tape My man where ya goin? You can't escape When the Tribe is in the house, that means nobody is safe How can a reverend preach, when a rev can't define The music of our youth from 1979 We rap about what we see, meaning reality From people bustin caps and like Mandela bein free Not every MC be with the negativity We have a slew of rappers pushin positivity Hip hop will never die yo, it's all about the rap So Marion Barry smokin crack, let's preach about that The trash you talk won't matter, that old bogus chatter The more that you condemn us, it only makes us phatter When I talk, I know I'm talkin for you poppers all around You know you love the sound, we gets down chorus: Q-Tip: I'm the cherry on the top of yo ice cream I'm the wish you thought inside your dream Listen to the way we pulsate the jam I'm the n***a here with the mic in hand Styles that we present are just a few To do away with you and your hum drum crew This is '93 and the sh** is real Black people unite and put down your steel Ladies make a forum on your s**ual drive Devoted to your lover and make it thrive The riff was of F, I'm a hip hop body Release the energy like the force of a shotty Standin on the wall with my Polo on Talkin to the girl with the Liz Claiborne Keep the poetry in my black knapsack Got my Timbo horse and my Doublemint pack Hit the city streets to enhance my soul I can kick a rhyme over ill drum rolls With a kick, snare, kicks and high hat Sk**ed in the trade of that old boom bap I can do a trick with the opposite breed I used to down 40s and smoke grain weed Now, I'm doin shows with half loot down Now it's time for me to take ya uptown It's like that man, it's like that (yes!) (7X) It's like this, Shaheed! Shaheed:(scratching)(until end) Rakim: "Why waste time on the microphone"