Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Q-Tip
Q-Tip
Vocals
Phife Dawg
Phife Dawg
Vocals
Jarobi White
Jarobi White
Vocals
Louis Cato
Louis Cato
Bass
Chris Sholar
Chris Sholar
Guitar
Masayuki Hirano
Masayuki Hirano
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kamaal Fareed
Kamaal Fareed
Songwriter
Malik Izaak Taylor
Malik Izaak Taylor
Songwriter
Jarobi White
Jarobi White
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Q-Tip
Q-Tip
Producer
Blair Wells
Blair Wells
Recording Engineer
Gloria Kaba
Gloria Kaba
Assistant Engineer
Dave Kennedy
Dave Kennedy
Mixing Engineer
Jeremy Lubsey
Jeremy Lubsey
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Vlado Meller
Vlado Meller
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(I'mma deal with a bigger insult, man The heat, the heat, the heat, the heat... It's comin' down hard We've got to get our shit together) It's time to go left and not right Gotta get it together forever Gotta get it together for brothers Gotta get it together for sisters For mothers and fathers and dead niggas For non-conformers, won't hear the quitters For Tyson types and Che figures Let's get it together, come on, let's make it Gotta make it to make it to make it to make it To make something happen, to make something happen To make something happen, let's make something happen Word to Phife, we're gonna bring it to the overlord Drinkin' Sisqo chilling with the gold microphone cords And we grip our balls every time we stuntin' on tour 'Cause we never bored, respond until the ready crowds roar And promoters try to hit us with the art of war We about our business, we not quitters, not bullshitters, we deliver We go-getters, don't be bitter 'cause we not just niggas Jarobi might fire off into different cloth Ain't nothing forbidden [?] is hittin' off Hardest spitting, this sit-in will make you kitten-soft Confused and amazed [?] ya brain, lost our planet for our future people None of our people involved Pouring Henny and Smirnoff to get it cracking off Cracking off a Smirnoff to quickly turn to Molotov Molotov the spaceship though before that bitch is taking off It always seems the poorest persons are people forsaken, dawg No Washingtons, Jeffersons, Jacksons on the captain's log They'd rather lead us to the grave, water poisoned, deadly smog Mass un-blackening, it's happening, you feel it y'all? They'd rather see we in a three-by-three structure with many bars Leave us where we are so they can play among the stars We're taking off to Mars, got the space vessels overflowing What, you think they want us there? All us niggas not going Reputation ain't glowing, reparations ain't flowing If you find yourself stuck in the quick, you better start rowing Used to see the TV screen as the place I'd land my dream And the car stereo where they would promote the show Optimistic flow, brother really know There ain't a space program for niggas Yeah, you stuck here, nigga There ain't a space program for niggas Yeah, you stuck here nigga There ain't a space program for niggas Yeah, you stuck here, nigga There ain't a space program for niggas Yeah, you stuck, stuck, stuck Sit and wonder sometimes, I read the paper every day All these happenings is circular, just happen different ways And the present is refined, in her wings she's confined With about thirty Percocets and five bottles of wine Caroline ain't nothing finer than a Black woman who climbs To the top of the State building claiming that the flag is mine Now, people on top of people, feels like we can't breathe Put so much in this muthafucka, feel like we should lead Put it on TV, put it in movies, put it in our face These notions and ideas and citizens live in this age I chuckle just like all of y'all, absurdity, after all Takes money to get it running and money for trees to fall Imagine for a second all the people are colored, please Imagine for a second all the people in poverty No matter the skin tone, culture or time zone Think the ones who got it would even think to throw you a bone? Move you out your neighbourhood, did they find you a home? Not safer, probly no place to Imagine if this shit was really talkin' about space, dude Imagine if this shit was really talkin' about space, dude Imagine if this shit was really talkin' about space, dude Tryna go left and not right Gotta get it together forever Gotta get it together for brothers Gotta get it together for sisters For mothers and fathers and dead niggas For non-conformers, won't hear the quitters For Tyson types and Che figures Let's make somethin' happen, let's make somethin' happen Let's make somethin' happen, let's make somethin' happen Gotta get it together for brothers Gotta get it together for sisters For mothers and fathers and dead niggas For non-conformers, won't hear the quitters For Tyson types and Che figures Make, make, make Let's make somethin' happen, let's make somethin' happen Let's make somethin' happen, let's make somethin' happen Gotta get it together forever Gotta get it together for brothers Gotta get it together for sisters For mothers and fathers and dead niggas For non-conformers, won't hear the quitters For Tyson types and Che figures Let's make somethin' happen, let's make somethin' happen Gotta get it together for brothers Gotta get it together for sisters For mothers and fathers and dead niggas For non-conformers, won't hear the quitters For Tyson types and Che figures Make, make, make Let's make somethin' happen, let's make somethin' happen Let's make somethin' happen, let's make somethin' happen Gotta get it together forever Gotta get it together for brothers Gotta get it together for sisters For mothers and fathers and dead niggas For non-conformers, won't hear the quitters For Tyson types and Che figures Let's make somethin' happen, let's make somethin' happen Gotta get it together for brothers Gotta get it together for sisters For mothers and fathers and dead niggas For non-conformers, won't hear the quitters For Tyson types and Che figures Make, make, make Let's make somethin' happen, let's make somethin' happen Let's make somethin' happen, let's make somethin' happen The danger must be growing, for the rowers keep on rowing And they're certainly not showing any signs that they are slowing! We're there Where? Here A small step for mankind But a giant step for us Oompa, loompa, doopa dee doo I've got another puzzle for you
Writer(s): Malik Taylor, Kamal Ibn John Fareed, Jarobi White, Andrew Hill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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