Rhythm (Devoted to the Art of Moving Butts)

It's a new decade

The Native Tongues are about to proceed with the usual lingo

The usual rhythm

Devoted to the arts of moving butts

The rhythm's happening, and it's moving up

The Tribe has been on hold for much too long

Don't fear the rhythm because it's strong

On the corners, brothers bop their heads

From the high-tops to the natty dreads

I'm a Nubian y'all, look what we did

Took the crust away from the third eyelid

Now it's kinda open, longs to see the sight

Rhythms of the Tribe which is passed outright

Night after night, day after day

Questing for the rhythms of the Native Tongue way

Rhythm is the key as we open up the door

Things a B-boy has never seen before

Poly-rhythm addict 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, 'cause 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

(I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm...)

Ma Massa-ya, Ma Makossa

Gets hectic, freak a bourgeois

We quest around for the musical heart

On avenues, streets and boulevards

Not selling out, that's a negative

Loving Hip Hop, loving heritage

Got the instinct to travel miles and miles

Gotta whole lot of rhythm, piles and piles

Now you're kinda with it, wanna get the funk

From the Zulu Nation, topping all the junk

Standing 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

Tribe'll let notions dabble in the head

Sweetback's bad, not as bad as a beat

It's a stone groove baby

Continue, on the windy road

But I'm lugging a crazy big load

Will we be on point for the ninety deck?

Is it muscle bound and will it flex?

But trudging, we are used to

We 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

(I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm...)

(I got the rhythm)

Yeah

Yo what about our DJ beats?

The DJ?

Mr. Muhammad