20 of the Best Lyrics From A Tribe Called Quest’s ‘We Got It From Here… Thank You 4 Your Service’

"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"

"Guilty pleasures take the edge off realityAnd for a salary I'd probably do that shit sporadically/The OG Gucci wasn't spittin' with iguanas/The IRS piranha see a nigga gettin' commas/Niggas in the hood living in a fishbowl/Gentrify here, now it's not a shit hole"

"Whatever will be will be/Like a billionaire investin' in a nigga's dreams/Certainly a head scratcher, like Pac and Big's killas capture/Or a women with the wisdom who's leadin' the way/The rarity is in the rear, but never today"

"I just wanna feel as liberated as lions in Liberia/'Cause recently my heart turned cold as Siberia/'Cause everywhere I go, bein' cold is the criteria/Let's see how well you know all your Tribe trivia"

"I'm in a world where my princess is Leia/And she feeling my Vader/And my lure grows greater and greater/Chemtrails droppin' poisonous vapors/Had to shake her like gator/Been trill, nigga, process the data"

"Dude's rude and it's useless as coin, shoot 'em boys/Versed and rehearsed in the soothing of loins/Talk to Joey, Earl, Kendrick, and Cole, gatekeepers of flow/They are extensions of instinctual soul/It's the highest in commodity grade/And you could get it today"

"I ain't even gon' lie, I was probably high/Just forgot to call you back, simple as that/I ain't no almanac, so lick my dictionary/I might just call a cab 'cause I dig canary"

"My mother said a lotta lives were shooting, her Bible was like her toolie/Peasy headed and unruly, I made her think she got to me/Follow in the trail of reefer and niggas talking through speakers/Fattest laces through my sneakers, and rap is for ghetto preachers"

"As I nibble your neck naughtily, sex is a big part of me/Agencies want to audit me, searches in for sodomy/My thrust bust artery, I know you're on to me/Just wanna have shenanigan, don't wanna make you mad again"

"Ooo, child, things are gonna get easier/'Long as they get my page right on Wikipedia/'Long as they say my name right in the media/If you don't, that's a sin like Cincinnati/'Cause ever since I had the polo suit at the Grammys/I been spittin' at the camera like Trick Daddy"

"Keep a fresh cut from Aunt B/So I always match the picture in my ID/They packin' Dub C and run with MAC 10/I was still a baby Similac then/And what the crack era did to black men/It had to be an error if you had a Cadillac then"

"You already know the script, roundhouse kick/She lookin' at me, lickin' her lip/Put my arm around her like a bowl of chip with the dip/With your bitch, what the fuck, niggas erupt/I got the half moon clip, that's banana, a good planner"

"Now who want it with the Trini gladiator?/The finger to you haters, you biters not innovators/I take zero for granted, I honors my gift/Champion pen game, plus I’m freestyle equipped"

"You better flame 'em in the J's that they standing in/Ostracize they memory for not remembering/The articles reduce their body parts to particles/And dust the Dead Sea with their cremated molecules/I’m leaving, but nigga you still got the work to do/I expect the best from you, I’m watching from my heaven view"

"Tears disappear when they fall in the summer rain/Bleedin’ through this mic, but they call it entertainment/Running across stages is a drug/It’s like a blunt that we crumple in raw papers/Call it the Lord’s name/Cause we taking it in our veins
Like the feeding us intravenous"

"Now they wanna condemn me for my freedom of speech/'Cause I see things in black and white like Lisa and Screech/Presidents get impeached and others fill in the throne/But veterans don’t get the benefit of feelin' at home"

"They wanna see my downfall/Turn a good day into a downpour/Thorns in the crown and the cross I bear/Why they wanna see me hangin' like a towel somewhere"

"Gwaan move with the fuckery/Trump and SNL hilarity/Troublesome times kid, no times for comedy/Blood clout, you doing/Bullshit you spewing/As if this country ain't already ruined"

"Toleration for devastation, got a hunger for sin/Every nation, Obama nation, let the coroner in/Crooked faces, red and blue laces for the color of men/Just embrace it and die alone, song, a Revelation"

"Who wanna spar? ha ha, well, here I are/Unorthodox spitter orbing on the southpaw/No doubt, I'mma set it, dudes best be ready/Off top on the spot, no reading from your Blackberry/Leave the iPhones home, skill sets must be shown/I'mma show you the real meaning of the danger zone"