People's I

Chorus:
I don't eat no ham n' eggs, cuz they're high in cholesterol
A yo, phife do you eat em? no, tip do you eat em?
Uh huh, not at all(again)
I don't eat no ham n' eggs, cuz they're high in cholesterol
Jarobi, do you eat em? nope, shah, do you eat em? (nope)
Not at all

Q-tip and phife(trading lines):
A tisket, a tasket, what's in mama's basket?
Some veggie links and some fish that stinks
Why, just the other day, i went to grandma's house
Smelled like she conjured up a mouse
Eggs was fryin, ham was smellin
In ten minutes, she started yellin (come and get it)
And the gettin's were good
I said, i shouldn't eat, she said, i think you should
But i can't, i'm plagued by vegetarians
No cats and dogs, i'm not a veterinarian
Strictly collard greens and a occasional steak
Goes on my plate
Asparagus tips look yummy, yummy, yummy
Candied yams inside my tummy
A collage of good eats, some snacks or nice treats
Apple sauce and some nice red beets
This is what we snack on when we're questin'
(both: no second guessin)

Chorus:
(q-tip: bridge)

Phife:
Now drop the beat, so i can talk about my favorite tastings
The food that is the everlasting, see i'm not fasting
I'm gobbling, like a dog on turkey
Beef jerky, slim jims, i eat sometimes
I like lemons and limes
And if not that, take it the road see and the salad sopped
Sit back, relax, listen to some hip hop

Q-tip:
Gum drops and gummy bears tease my eyes
A sight for sore ones and some bore pies
And other goodies that are filled with goop
With fried apple roots
Delectable delights, control my appetites
Mine is for me, right, but i know what i like
Chicken for lunch, chicken for my dinner
Chicken, chicken, chicken, i'm a finger lickin winner
When breakfast time comes, i don't recognize
Pig in the pan or a pair of bogey chides
Mixed with stewed tomatoes, home fried potatoes
Or anything with flair, cook it, i'm in there
Pay attention to the tribe as we impose
This is how it goes

I don't eat no ham n' eggs, cuz they're high in cholesterol
A yo, phife do you eat em? nah, tip do you eat em?
Uh huh, not at all(come again, y'all)
I don't eat no ham n' eggs, cuz they're high in cholesterol
Jarobi, do you eat em? nope, shah, do you eat em?
Nope, not at all
I don't eat no ham n' eggs, cuz they're high in cholesterol
Afrika do you eat em? no, pos, do you eat em?
Hell yeah, all the time
I don't eat no ham n' eggs, cuz they're high in cholesterol
Phife, do you eat em? nah, tip, do you eat em?
Uh huh, not at all
Jarobi, do you eat em? nope, shah, do you eat em?
Nope, not at all
I don't eat no ham n' eggs, cuz they're high in cholesterol
Afrika, do you eat em? no, gary, do you eat em?
Yeah, all the time (laughing)

Intro: q-tip

Do i love you?
Do i lust for you?
Am i a sinner cuz i do the two?
Could you let me know
Right now, please
Bonita applebum

Chorus:

Bonita applebum, you gotta put me on (repeat 4x)

Q-tip:

(pause between every verse)
Hey bonita, glad to meet ya
For the kind of stunning newness, i must have foreseen ya
Hey, being with you is a top priority
Ain't no need to question the authority
Chairman of the board, the chief of affections
You got mine's to swing in your direction
Hey, you're like a hip hop song, you know?
Bonita applebum, you gotta put me on

Chorus

38-24-37 (uh, uh, uh!)
You and me, hun, we're a match made in heaven
I like to kiss ya where some brothas won't
I like to tell ya things some brothas don't
If only you could see through your elaborate eyes
Only you and me, hun, the love never dies
Satisfaction, i have the right tactics
And if you need 'em, i got crazy prophylactics
So far, i hope you like rap songs
Bonita applebum, you gotta put me on

Chorus

Chorus (after hours it was cool x8)

Q-tip:

Ten after one i think i'll hop the horse
Downtown late of three of course
Just came from fishing couldn't get a catch
Downtown they'll probably have a batch
A whitened sandwich and again it stopped
But with the bail though i had a bout
So i exchanged it for some apple juice
I had the blues but i shook them loose
A jeep is blasting from the urban streets
Loots of funk over hardcore beats
The moon dabbles in the morning sky
As the minutes just creep on by
I get a thought and hear comes my tribe
Ritual shakes and in good vibes
Like always the quest begins
In the mist though but the rhyth's move in
We find a spot and we sit and chat
Speaking on the status quo of rap
A derelick makes a real long speach
We pay attention to the words he read
When he was done we rattled on
There was no lunch because it wasn't dawn
We pointed things out about this times
The worlds famons and the crazy crimes
Inflation of the nation, it bothers me
I better go gold, to pay the taxes
Gotta be swift society
The man whose made is the man who maxes
The grounds for living are being discussed
As we go it gets close to dusk
Gather thoughts and savor breath
Cause there's only a few hours left

Chorus:
After hours it was cool (x8)

Q-tip:

Me ohh my, hey-hey, hey-hey
The human hours are here to stay
This is how it seems(?) my witness
Bug out all night, ask phife, he's with this
Girls be screaming on this conversation
I have my two cents for a revelation
And my watch continuously tic-tocs
Shaheed will bring up the beats that rocks
I hear the frogs and the smashing of bottles
A car revs up and i hear it trottle
It probably moves with the morning wind
Ohh my god, here's phife again
(?) talking about last nights game
Trying to remember someone's name
So hear the frogs dancing in the streets
Once again ali will bring up the beat
Like this

(sounds of frogs)

Q-tip:

The beat is over and so is the night
The sun is risen and the shine is bright
We all say peace and go our separate ways
Youth is fading as we gain our days
Expedition for the song is simp'
The hours creep, excuse me, i mean limp
As we go you hear a gasp of laugh
As we start up our rhythmic path
Like this

Chorus

(jimi hendrix: rain all day)(2x)
(q-tip: don't you worry)

Q-tip:
All i wanna do is get down y'all
Have a ball y'all and freak freak y'all
Lifeless ventures ain't new boo
So don't boo hoo, yeah, you too
Gotta get a grip like culture
Swoop down, swoop down like a vulture
The rhythms will lurk into people
All funk ain't created equal
Lookin for the beat to rupture
Like the rapture, gotta capture
Don't let the storm of life scare ya
Get funky, let me prepare ya
For the days of grimness and oppression
A yo bro, here's your lesson
Even though the rain starts pourin
Start reachin, start soarin
Don't stop, if you do, you're stallin
Rhythm savior, hear ya callin
Instrumental to be freaky
Go ahead in the rain and you'll see

Q-tip:
Can't we make you see
I mean, the fact that is the key, i mean
Devoted to the art of movin butts, so get on up and...
Think about what's yours
I mean your culture and your laws
I mean, i label you a sucka
If you're dumber, just stay dumber, but...
Stay in line and keep groovin
If it's movin, if it's soothin
Don't let a little thing like rain keep you unda
Or the fun-da, look at wonda
Stomp til your soul is lifted
Get with it, rhythm's with it
Get inside the groove and get nasty
Funky nasty, crazy classy
Money is a first on the list here
It's the good time, it's the good cheer
If you got the ride then ride it
Don't hide it, provide it
Drop, drop, drop down the pants, shake your fanny
Cuz it's handy, not an annie
Rock to the roll with the hair down
Get the lowdown, rhythm showdown
The simple explanation is nada
Make it hotter, thanks, de nada
If you wanna hear what i'm sayin
Clean your ears and just come on and groove

Verse 1: q-tip

Q-tip is my title.
I dont think that is vital for me to be your idol,
But dig this recital.
If you can't envision a brother who ain't dissin',
Slingin' this and that, 'cause this and that was missin'.
Instead, it's been injected, the tribe has been perfected.
Oh yes, it's been selected, the art makes it protected.
Afrocentric livin', africans be givin'
A lot to the cause 'cause the cause has been risen.
Some brothers, they be flammin', thinkin' we ain't slammin,
Comin' off like the days where we used to wear the tans and
A blue-colllar talker, a hemisphere stalker,
A glass of o.j and a ten mile walk-a.
If you're in a jeep and you dig what you're hearin',
Can i get a beep and a ? of cheerin'?
I am what i am, that's a tribal man.
We all know the colours, we all must stand.
As we start our travels, things they will unravel.
"que sera sera", for this unit is like gravel.
Won't be gone for long, listen to the song.
If you can't pull it, all ya gotta do is

Chorus:
Push it along, push it along.
Push it along, yeah, push it along. (repeat 4x)

Verse 2: pfeife, q-tip

Put one up for the pfeife, it's time to deceipher.
The ills of the world make the situation lighter.
The clock is always tickin', the systems should be kickin'.
Like ? ham and eggs, i eat chicken, chicken, chicken.
Should i release the lever, the lever of the clever,
Embelish on the funk as we start to endeavour?
The ?wraughts? of the rap filling up the gap
With the smash of a hand and a little toe tap.

The boom, the bip, the boom bip
Indicates to the brothers that we be on the flip tip.
Phonies start to crumble, funky rhythm rumbles
Through the dance-hall, but my anthem is humble.
It's the nitty-gritty, my time is itty-bitty,
So i ?kick the slash for the gipper? and the witty.
This ain't trial and error, more like tribe and error,
Constantly rude as some sort of tribal terror.
The street can't depart from the bloody heart.
Repair the wear and tear, don't start 'fore it starts.
Won't be gone for long, listen to the song.
If you can't pull it, all ya gotta do is

Repeat chorus

Verse 3: q-tip

Marchin' off the project, we hope that you will subject.
It's good to be an object and never, ever reject.
The tribe who meanders with drunken propoganda,
Keep it in boom and never will we slander.
? should be handed, don't let me demand it.
Money gives a nudge to the poet star bandit.
Control it, then recluse it, follow, you won't lose it.
Mysterious is the tribe for we choose it.
Although she's flippin' crazy, give my love to gracy.
God, could you help 'cause this quest is crazy spacey?
The pigs are wearin' blue, and in a year or two,
We'll be goin' up the creek in a great big canoe.
What we gonna do, save me and my brothers?
Hop inside the bed and pull over the covers.
Never will we do that and we ain't tryin' to rule that.
We just want a slab of the ham, don't you know, black?
This society of fake reality
Are nothin' but a peg of informality.
While i sing my song, sing it all day long,
If you can't pull it, all ya gotta do is

Repeat chorus

Verse 1: q-tip

Brother, brother, brother, lucien, you're like no other.
Listen very close 'cause i don't like to boast.
Instead, i'll tell the tale of a french who prevailed
Through the mr. crazy rabbits who were always on his tail.
? on sale, your rumour starts to wail.
Get caught with stolen goods and you will go to jail.
If you go to jail, then who will pay the bail?
They'll put you back to france on a ship with a sail.
Escargot, lucien, you eat snails.
(hey yo tip, what's wrong with snails?)
From the zulu nation, from a town called paris,
Came to america to find liberty.
Instead of finding pleasure, all you found was misery,
But listen, lucien, you have a friend in me.
Oh, luck luck will drive you butt baddy.
Next time you get some wheels, make it a caddy.
In terms of doing good, i know you wish you really could,
But listen, brother man, i really think you can.
Succeed with the breed of the brothers on your back.
It's the creme de la creme, and you can bounce with that.
It'll take a minute, ?rice?, so take my advice.
Trust in us, and thus you trust in your life.
Lucine, lucien, lucien, lucien.
You should know!

Verse 2: q-tip

Are you ready, lu?
This one is for you,
Comin' from a true-blue, fits like a shoe.
? or "commenet-allez-vous"?
Lucien, i'll leave it up to you.
Voulez vous (vous).
Endez vous (vous).
Coo-coo (coo).
Les poo-poo (poo)
Watch that lass, gonna backlash fast.
Can you get a grip on the crackhead dip?
Sold you a paper bag, guess he saw you comin',
Vcr from a neck-bone bummin',
$10 brother, he was hummin' and strummin',
Only had 20, he was livin' like ya slummin',
Gave him the money, well, i thought that was somethin',
Lookin' like a kid who was lost in crumbin'.
Don't worry about a thing, i won't get specific.
This is a song that is long and prolific.
Think of the stuff that i said if you can.
Figure it out, compute, understnad.
No problemo, i'll help you with your demo
If you go to the store for me.
Lucien, i'm just kiddin'.
You should know!

Verse 3: q-tip

You gotta get a grip on the missions you'll be takin',
Not so much the mission, but you got crazy ignition.
Sure, the sugar-babies wanna give you a chance
With the french "savoir faire" and the sexy dance,
But is she really fly, or is she a guy?
I won't ask why, 'cause i know that you try.
You try too hard, is that the answer to the riddle?
Instead of doin' so much, why don't you do just a little?
Boy, what a cad, i guess we shouldn't treat him bad.
In fact, it would be nice if we understood him like
A case of positionin' the feet in the shoes,
Sympathetic reason in the case of the blues.
Lucien is blue, even though he's really brown.
I had to make the sound, his life is too profound.
On the up-and-up, he's somethin' like a little pup,
Young and naive, it's hard to believe.
As long as you're strong, you can quest with the questers,
Jolly like a jumping bean or a jester.
Lucien, lucien, lucien, lucien.
You should know!

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)