Youthful Expression Lyrics
| Song | Youthful Expression |
| Artist | A Tribe Called Quest |
| Album | Peoples' Instinctive Travels & the Paths of Rhythm |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Tribe Called Quest | |
| Q-Tip: | |
| The taste of nuthin, this does somethin | |
| Moms that knows that, says I'm frontin | |
| Call me Smiley, cuz I'm wiley | |
| Livin life like the life of Riley | |
| Smokin blunts with a boy named Bud | |
| We cough up your lungs, cough up your cud | |
| Put out fires, with a 40, ounce of water | |
| You know you oughta | |
| Dance to this, your girl you kiss | |
| I like fried foods, especially fish | |
| Afrocentric, I'm electric | |
| Socialistic and eccentric | |
| Body's healthy, mind is wealthy | |
| Thoughts, they flow, that will propel me | |
| To be a Native, get creative | |
| Original and designative | |
| Listen to the line that's playin | |
| Listen hard to what Q's sayin | |
| Politicians are magicians | |
| Make your vote, they hope your wishin | |
| Ambiguous words, senseless verbs | |
| They all amount to crap that's heard | |
| Violent hip hop, money flip flops | |
| Promoters won't book, but it still rocks | |
| I'm a Zulu, yes, a true blue | |
| Red Alert is with the poo-poo | |
| Ozone layer, loses flava | |
| Here's the edge that you will savor | |
| Jarobi: | |
| The economy...politics...police...everything | |
| Except for the youth | |
| But the youth about to come back | |
| Q-Tip(voice distorted): | |
| Alright, here they come | |
| Uh oh, uh oh, uh! | |
| Q-Tip: | |
| With expressions and I'm guessin | |
| 19 years is a youthful lesson | |
| Fallin skies babe, open eyes babe | |
| Can't you see what lays inside babe | |
| Makin mentions on this tension | |
| Rhythmic lovin, my profession | |
| Hips, they gyrate, scripts I narrate | |
| No banana, I ain't a primate | |
| Ain't no soul glo, just an afro | |
| The head is bred to let the thoughts grow | |
| Quest together, to lands of never | |
| Sleet and snow and storms can't sever | |
| Tribe is growin, never know when | |
| For this time, six necks may show in | |
| Dialogues have been accepted | |
| Negatives have been rejected | |
| That's the music, negro music | |
| Is here for all, so you must choose it | |
| Phonies fondle, watch it throttle | |
| 3-6-5 straight out the bottle | |
| Bustin caps, finger snaps | |
| I prefer the second for ghetto tracks | |
| Phife, Jarobi, Ali told me | |
| Get the force like Wan Kenobi | |
| Force his teachin, beats are screechin | |
| Poly plateaus, we aim for reachin | |
| Tribalization, freaks the nation | |
| A mass of peers in celebration | |
| Hopes been real high, since the knee high | |
| Days of youth, feelin good and real spry | |
| Avid combos, hear those bongos | |
| Boom cacka boom, that's how they go | |
| We ain't nomads, but we real glad | |
| Hip hop slams through the nineties, no fad | |
| As a rhythm, have been given | |
| Hurry up, become, we breakin out, out | |
| Shaheed: | |
| With a rhythmic instinction to be able to travel | |
| Beyond existing forces of life | |
| Basically, that Tribal | |
| And if you wanna get the rhythm | |
| Then you have to join a Tribe | |
| Word, peace |
| zuo ci : Tribe Called Quest | |
| QTip: | |
| The taste of nuthin, this does somethin | |
| Moms that knows that, says I' m frontin | |
| Call me Smiley, cuz I' m wiley | |
| Livin life like the life of Riley | |
| Smokin blunts with a boy named Bud | |
| We cough up your lungs, cough up your cud | |
| Put out fires, with a 40, ounce of water | |
| You know you oughta | |
| Dance to this, your girl you kiss | |
| I like fried foods, especially fish | |
| Afrocentric, I' m electric | |
| Socialistic and eccentric | |
| Body' s healthy, mind is wealthy | |
| Thoughts, they flow, that will propel me | |
| To be a Native, get creative | |
| Original and designative | |
| Listen to the line that' s playin | |
| Listen hard to what Q' s sayin | |
| Politicians are magicians | |
| Make your vote, they hope your wishin | |
| Ambiguous words, senseless verbs | |
| They all amount to crap that' s heard | |
| Violent hip hop, money flip flops | |
| Promoters won' t book, but it still rocks | |
| I' m a Zulu, yes, a true blue | |
| Red Alert is with the poopoo | |
| Ozone layer, loses flava | |
| Here' s the edge that you will savor | |
| Jarobi: | |
| The economy... politics... police... everything | |
| Except for the youth | |
| But the youth about to come back | |
| QTip voice distorted: | |
| Alright, here they come | |
| Uh oh, uh oh, uh! | |
| QTip: | |
| With expressions and I' m guessin | |
| 19 years is a youthful lesson | |
| Fallin skies babe, open eyes babe | |
| Can' t you see what lays inside babe | |
| Makin mentions on this tension | |
| Rhythmic lovin, my profession | |
| Hips, they gyrate, scripts I narrate | |
| No banana, I ain' t a primate | |
| Ain' t no soul glo, just an afro | |
| The head is bred to let the thoughts grow | |
| Quest together, to lands of never | |
| Sleet and snow and storms can' t sever | |
| Tribe is growin, never know when | |
| For this time, six necks may show in | |
| Dialogues have been accepted | |
| Negatives have been rejected | |
| That' s the music, negro music | |
| Is here for all, so you must choose it | |
| Phonies fondle, watch it throttle | |
| 365 straight out the bottle | |
| Bustin caps, finger snaps | |
| I prefer the second for ghetto tracks | |
| Phife, Jarobi, Ali told me | |
| Get the force like Wan Kenobi | |
| Force his teachin, beats are screechin | |
| Poly plateaus, we aim for reachin | |
| Tribalization, freaks the nation | |
| A mass of peers in celebration | |
| Hopes been real high, since the knee high | |
| Days of youth, feelin good and real spry | |
| Avid combos, hear those bongos | |
| Boom cacka boom, that' s how they go | |
| We ain' t nomads, but we real glad | |
| Hip hop slams through the nineties, no fad | |
| As a rhythm, have been given | |
| Hurry up, become, we breakin out, out | |
| Shaheed: | |
| With a rhythmic instinction to be able to travel | |
| Beyond existing forces of life | |
| Basically, that Tribal | |
| And if you wanna get the rhythm | |
| Then you have to join a Tribe | |
| Word, peace |
| zuò cí : Tribe Called Quest | |
| QTip: | |
| The taste of nuthin, this does somethin | |
| Moms that knows that, says I' m frontin | |
| Call me Smiley, cuz I' m wiley | |
| Livin life like the life of Riley | |
| Smokin blunts with a boy named Bud | |
| We cough up your lungs, cough up your cud | |
| Put out fires, with a 40, ounce of water | |
| You know you oughta | |
| Dance to this, your girl you kiss | |
| I like fried foods, especially fish | |
| Afrocentric, I' m electric | |
| Socialistic and eccentric | |
| Body' s healthy, mind is wealthy | |
| Thoughts, they flow, that will propel me | |
| To be a Native, get creative | |
| Original and designative | |
| Listen to the line that' s playin | |
| Listen hard to what Q' s sayin | |
| Politicians are magicians | |
| Make your vote, they hope your wishin | |
| Ambiguous words, senseless verbs | |
| They all amount to crap that' s heard | |
| Violent hip hop, money flip flops | |
| Promoters won' t book, but it still rocks | |
| I' m a Zulu, yes, a true blue | |
| Red Alert is with the poopoo | |
| Ozone layer, loses flava | |
| Here' s the edge that you will savor | |
| Jarobi: | |
| The economy... politics... police... everything | |
| Except for the youth | |
| But the youth about to come back | |
| QTip voice distorted: | |
| Alright, here they come | |
| Uh oh, uh oh, uh! | |
| QTip: | |
| With expressions and I' m guessin | |
| 19 years is a youthful lesson | |
| Fallin skies babe, open eyes babe | |
| Can' t you see what lays inside babe | |
| Makin mentions on this tension | |
| Rhythmic lovin, my profession | |
| Hips, they gyrate, scripts I narrate | |
| No banana, I ain' t a primate | |
| Ain' t no soul glo, just an afro | |
| The head is bred to let the thoughts grow | |
| Quest together, to lands of never | |
| Sleet and snow and storms can' t sever | |
| Tribe is growin, never know when | |
| For this time, six necks may show in | |
| Dialogues have been accepted | |
| Negatives have been rejected | |
| That' s the music, negro music | |
| Is here for all, so you must choose it | |
| Phonies fondle, watch it throttle | |
| 365 straight out the bottle | |
| Bustin caps, finger snaps | |
| I prefer the second for ghetto tracks | |
| Phife, Jarobi, Ali told me | |
| Get the force like Wan Kenobi | |
| Force his teachin, beats are screechin | |
| Poly plateaus, we aim for reachin | |
| Tribalization, freaks the nation | |
| A mass of peers in celebration | |
| Hopes been real high, since the knee high | |
| Days of youth, feelin good and real spry | |
| Avid combos, hear those bongos | |
| Boom cacka boom, that' s how they go | |
| We ain' t nomads, but we real glad | |
| Hip hop slams through the nineties, no fad | |
| As a rhythm, have been given | |
| Hurry up, become, we breakin out, out | |
| Shaheed: | |
| With a rhythmic instinction to be able to travel | |
| Beyond existing forces of life | |
| Basically, that Tribal | |
| And if you wanna get the rhythm | |
| Then you have to join a Tribe | |
| Word, peace |
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