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A Tribe Called Quest - "Rythm (devoted To The Art Of Moving Butts)"
Lyrics to Rythm (devoted To The Art Of Moving Butts) : Shaheed: Its 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 rhythms happenin, and its movin up The Tribe has been on hold for much too long Dont fear the rhythm because its strong On the corners, brothas bop their heads From the high-tops to the knotty dreads Im a nubian yall, look what we did Took the crust away from the third eye lid Now, its 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, its from the heart, cuz its from the home Jarobi, Phife, Ali Shaheed Call me Koala, got what you need Youre a disc jock, then jock this Rhythms cant lose, rhythms cant miss If you feel uptight and you need to freak Itll 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, thats 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, youre 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, cant be better said Tribalic motions dabble in the head Sweetbacks bad, not as bad a beat Its a "stone groove baby" Continue, on the windy road But, Im 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 dont Quest alone, Quest with a crew Were four, once more, must make the tracks You see four fronts, but now you see four backs chorus(unti end) [ Rythm (devoted To The Art Of Moving Butts) Lyrics ]
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