| Song | Excursions |
| Artist | A Tribe Called Quest |
| Album | The Low End Theory |
| 作词 : Davis | |
| * vocal interludes sampled from "time is running out" by the last poets | |
| [q-tip] | |
| Back in the days when i was a teenager | |
| Before i had status and before i had a pager | |
| You could find the abstract listening to hip hop | |
| My pops used to say, it reminded him of be-bop | |
| I said, well daddy don't you know that things go in cycles | |
| The way that bobby brown is just ampin like michael | |
| Its all expected, things are for the lookin | |
| If you got the money, quest is for the bookin | |
| Come on everybody, let's get with the fly modes | |
| Still got room on the truck, load the back boom | |
| Listen to the rhyme, to get a mental picture | |
| Of this black man, through black woman victim | |
| Why do i say that, cuz i gotta speak the truth man | |
| Doing what we feel for the music is the proof and | |
| Planted on the ground, the act is so together | |
| Bonafied strong, you need leverage to sever | |
| The unit, yes, the unit, yes, the unit called the jazz is | |
| Deliberatley cheered lp filled with streeet goods | |
| You can find it on the rack in your record store (store) | |
| If you get the record, then your thoughts are adored | |
| And appreciated, cause we're ever so glad we made it | |
| We work hard, so we gotta thank god | |
| Dishin out the plastic, do the dance till you spastic | |
| If you dis... it gets drastic | |
| Listen to the rhymes, cuz its time to make gravy | |
| If it moves your booty, then shake, shake it baby | |
| All the way to africa a.k.a. the motherland (uh) | |
| Stick out the left, then i'll ask for the other hand | |
| That's the right hand, black man (man) | |
| Only if you was noted as my man (man) | |
| If i get the credit, then i'll think i deserve it | |
| If you fake moves, don't fix your mouth to word it | |
| Get in the zone of positivity, not negativity | |
| Cuz we gotta strive for longevity | |
| If you botch up, what's in that (ass) (what?) | |
| A pair of nikes, size ten-and-a-half (come on, come on) | |
| Chorus: | |
| We gotta make moves | |
| Never, ever, ever could we fake moves (come on, come on) (4x) | |
| "time.. time is a ship on a merciless sea | |
| Drifting toward an average of nothingness | |
| Until it can be retarded for it's own destiny | |
| Time is an inanimate object | |
| Praying and praying and praying for ?? | |
| Time is dancing, moving lingering all memories of past.." | |
| -> the last poets | |
| You gotta be a winner all the time | |
| Can't fall prey to a hip hop crime | |
| With the dope raps and dope tracks for you for blocks | |
| From the fly girlies to the hardest of the rocks | |
| Musically the quest, is on the rise | |
| We on these excursions so you must realize | |
| That continually, i pop my zulu | |
| If you don't like it, get off the zulu tip | |
| So what could you do in the times which exist | |
| You can't fake moves on your brother or your sis | |
| But if your sis is a (bitch), brother is a jerk | |
| Leave 'em both alone and continue with your work | |
| Whatever it may be in today's society | |
| Everything is fair, at least that how it seems to me | |
| You must be honest and true to the next | |
| Don't be phony and expect one not to flex | |
| Especially if you rhyme, you have to live by the pen | |
| Your man is your man, then treat him like your friend | |
| All it is, is the code of the streets | |
| So listen to the knowledge bein dropped over beats | |
| Beats that are hard, beats that are funky | |
| It could get you hooked like a crackhead junkie | |
| What you gotta do to is know that the tribe is in the sphere | |
| The abstract poet, prominent like shakespeare | |
| Chorus | |
| Edgar allan poe, it don't stop (uh!) | |
| "time is running out on black power africans today | |
| And whites blacks and reporters at night | |
| Everytime you see them ?? with their tongues hangin out | |
| Time is running and past and passing and running | |
| Running and past and passing and running (excursions)" |
| zuò cí : Davis | |
| vocal interludes sampled from " time is running out" by the last poets | |
| qtip | |
| Back in the days when i was a teenager | |
| Before i had status and before i had a pager | |
| You could find the abstract listening to hip hop | |
| My pops used to say, it reminded him of bebop | |
| I said, well daddy don' t you know that things go in cycles | |
| The way that bobby brown is just ampin like michael | |
| Its all expected, things are for the lookin | |
| If you got the money, quest is for the bookin | |
| Come on everybody, let' s get with the fly modes | |
| Still got room on the truck, load the back boom | |
| Listen to the rhyme, to get a mental picture | |
| Of this black man, through black woman victim | |
| Why do i say that, cuz i gotta speak the truth man | |
| Doing what we feel for the music is the proof and | |
| Planted on the ground, the act is so together | |
| Bonafied strong, you need leverage to sever | |
| The unit, yes, the unit, yes, the unit called the jazz is | |
| Deliberatley cheered lp filled with streeet goods | |
| You can find it on the rack in your record store store | |
| If you get the record, then your thoughts are adored | |
| And appreciated, cause we' re ever so glad we made it | |
| We work hard, so we gotta thank god | |
| Dishin out the plastic, do the dance till you spastic | |
| If you dis... it gets drastic | |
| Listen to the rhymes, cuz its time to make gravy | |
| If it moves your booty, then shake, shake it baby | |
| All the way to africa a. k. a. the motherland uh | |
| Stick out the left, then i' ll ask for the other hand | |
| That' s the right hand, black man man | |
| Only if you was noted as my man man | |
| If i get the credit, then i' ll think i deserve it | |
| If you fake moves, don' t fix your mouth to word it | |
| Get in the zone of positivity, not negativity | |
| Cuz we gotta strive for longevity | |
| If you botch up, what' s in that ass what? | |
| A pair of nikes, size tenandahalf come on, come on | |
| Chorus: | |
| We gotta make moves | |
| Never, ever, ever could we fake moves come on, come on 4x | |
| " time.. time is a ship on a merciless sea | |
| Drifting toward an average of nothingness | |
| Until it can be retarded for it' s own destiny | |
| Time is an inanimate object | |
| Praying and praying and praying for ?? | |
| Time is dancing, moving lingering all memories of past.." | |
| the last poets | |
| You gotta be a winner all the time | |
| Can' t fall prey to a hip hop crime | |
| With the dope raps and dope tracks for you for blocks | |
| From the fly girlies to the hardest of the rocks | |
| Musically the quest, is on the rise | |
| We on these excursions so you must realize | |
| That continually, i pop my zulu | |
| If you don' t like it, get off the zulu tip | |
| So what could you do in the times which exist | |
| You can' t fake moves on your brother or your sis | |
| But if your sis is a bitch, brother is a jerk | |
| Leave ' em both alone and continue with your work | |
| Whatever it may be in today' s society | |
| Everything is fair, at least that how it seems to me | |
| You must be honest and true to the next | |
| Don' t be phony and expect one not to flex | |
| Especially if you rhyme, you have to live by the pen | |
| Your man is your man, then treat him like your friend | |
| All it is, is the code of the streets | |
| So listen to the knowledge bein dropped over beats | |
| Beats that are hard, beats that are funky | |
| It could get you hooked like a crackhead junkie | |
| What you gotta do to is know that the tribe is in the sphere | |
| The abstract poet, prominent like shakespeare | |
| Chorus | |
| Edgar allan poe, it don' t stop uh! | |
| " time is running out on black power africans today | |
| And whites blacks and reporters at night | |
| Everytime you see them ?? with their tongues hangin out | |
| Time is running and past and passing and running | |
| Running and past and passing and running excursions" |