Motivators - A Tribe Called Quest: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

A Tribe Called Quest

Motivators

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Motivators was released on July 30, 1996 by Jive as a part of the album Beats, Rhymes & Life

Song Details

AlbumBeats, Rhymes & Life

Release DateJuly 30, 1996

LabelJive

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Ali Shaheed Jones-Muhammad

Ali Shaheed Jones-Muhammad

DJ

Consequence

Vocals

Michal Urbaniak Group

Michal Urbaniak Group

Sampled Artist

Phife Dawg

Vocals

Q-Tip

Vocals

The Ummah

Programming

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Kamaal Fareed

Composer, Lyrics

Ali Shaheed Jones-Muhammad

Ali Shaheed Jones-Muhammad

Lyrics

Dexter Mills

Lyrics

Malik Izaak Taylor

Malik Izaak Taylor

Lyrics

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

The Ummah

Producer, Mixing Engineer

Bob Power

Mixing Engineer

Tom Coyne

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

We be the number one motivators

Ghetto mentality and the innovators

Some of y'all may really hate us

But we won't be soft, all we wanna do is rock

We be the crew that presents that old wicked instrumental

Damagin' your mental, from here to Sacramento

This here groove was made for vintage freestylin'

Feelin' like I'm chillin' on a Caribbean island

Rugged, raw material is what we bring forth

A Tribe Called Quest, we representin' up North

'Quence got you taken in the back, actin' all silly

Kickin' freestyle raps, rollin' up Phillies

It's the four-man fiasco in charge like Roscoe

Now you get the picture like Picasso

We make it happen when these **** start rappin'

Who this, captain?

Stick out your hand, you gets no dap and

I got the Razor, got the Phife, I got the Shaheed

Now all you shorties move your ass while you puff weed

Blessin' fans with autographs of my past

While other rappers get gassed, they be defeating the task

Yo, if I ruled the world

It wouldn't be that gassed shit, **** will make the light swirl

'Cause half of you G's ain't nothin' but girl scouts

And I'ma show you what it's all about (oh yeah)

That's what you say when my love's in your mouth

Without a doubt, I cut MCs like the cord

'Cause I does more than that MC from The Lords

While you be froggin' like Bud-wei-ser

And rappin' is what you slackin' in

I'm knockin' MC's outta action like abstinence

Rockin' since Kiss My Dick was kickin' that Peachfuzz

Cuz, you might be on drugs

We be the number one motivators

Ghetto mentality and the innovators

Some of y'all may really hate us

But we won't be soft, all we wanna do is rock the floor

To all my people 'cross the state who sit back and contemplate

Motivate, I motivate

To all my people 'cross the land who get they feet stuck in sand

Motivate, I motivate y'all

A-yo, I stay with somethin' new, but not Granddaddy I.U

Stay tuned, live from the L-B-Q

A-yo, it's just the same guy, swingin' on your block

You know how I get down like Heather B with them Glocks

I came to lead my team to victory like Hayden Fox

'Cause heads ain't ready for the willie I got

Yanahmean, slim? I does my Thing like Ben Grimm

Leavin' crews in shades of black and blue like Rakim

And if you don't know, you better ask another

It's like 1-9-2 when we rollin' Deep Cover

So don't shut down on the Razor

'Cause in the 9-Live we steppin' through hotter than the Trail Blazers

And in Queens, I be a legend like Richard Dean

Son, I got a scheme that Hakeem couldn't dream

While you be Sam Cassell'n, Queens keep it live

Who the hell you tellin'? (Can't front on the Tribe)

Let me tell you why I be the top dog in the industry (why's that?)

Because all these so-called mutts are not seein' me (say word)

They too busy eatin' cycles 1, 2 and 3

They can't MC, I'd rather be down with fuckin' Droopy D

My style is deadly, word bond, act like you fuckin' know

Been writin' rhymes ever since Ray Parker sang with Raydio

Your style is played out like a two-tone down goose

You couldn't Converse if you had fuckin' react juice

So hold your corner as I start to bless this mic in here

I'm eatin' through your crew like Stephen King's Langoliers

Try bite my steez, word to God, I'm gonna hurt you

(Will y'all fall off?) Will Laura fuck Urkel? Never

Here comes the funk, smell the aroma

Kid, my shit's the bomb, ask my peeps in Oklahoma

To all my people 'cross the state who sit back and contemplate

Motivate, motivate, motivate y'all

To all my people 'cross the land who get stuck in great sand

Motivate, I motivate y'all

To all my peoples everywhere throw your mitts in the air

Motivate, motivate, motivate, motivate

Can't do nothin' for your frontin', get involved and do somethin'

Motivate, motivate, I motivate, I motivate, I moti-

Written by: A. Muhammad, D. Mills, Kamaal Fareed, M. Taylor

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