文本歌词

Award Tour + Movin Backwards + We The People (Live At The 59th Grammy Awards 2017) - A Tribe Called Quest/Anderson .Paak/Busta Rhymes (布斯塔·瑞恩)/Consequence
Award Tour
Written by：Ali Shaheed Muhammad/Phife Dawg/Q-Tip
We on Award Tour with Muhammad my man
Going each and every place with the mic in their hand
Movin' Backwards
Written by：Jarobi/Q-Tip/Anderson.Paak
I don't want to move backwards no
Somebody just give me
Somebody just give me
Somebody just give me direction
I don't want to move backwards no
Somebody just give me
Somebody just give me
Somebody just give me directions
I don't want to move backwards no
I spun around without a care
When I stopped I felt lost
I'm two heels from the top tier
Really want to be boss
I figured it out figured it out somewhere
Maybe the answer's not out there
Maybe it's on the ground somewhere
Yeah yeah yeah
I don't want to move backwards no
Who can go back in
Somebody just give me
Somebody just give me
Somebody just give me direction
I don't want to move backwards no
We The People
Written by：Bill Ward/Ozzy Osbourne/Tony Iommi/Geezer Butler/Phife Dawg/Q-Tip
We don't believe you 'cause we the people
Are still here in the rear ayo we don't need you
You in the killing-off-good-young-ni**a mood
When we get hungry we eat the same f**king food
The ramen noodle
Your simple voodoo is so maniacal we're liable to pull a juju
The irony is that this bad b**ch in my lap
She don't love me
She don't love me
She don't study that
She gon' give it to me ain't gon' tell me run it back
She gon' take the brain to wetter plains she spit on that
The doors have signs with don't try to rhyme with
VH1 has a show that you can waste your time with
Guilty pleasures take the edge off reality
And for a salary I'd probably do that sh*t sporadically
The OG Gucci boots are smitten with iguanas
The IRS piranha see a ni**a gettin' commas
Niggas in the hood living in a fishbowl
Gentrify here now it's not a sh*t hole
Trendsetter I know my sh*t's cold
Talk f**king if I could be so bold but ay
All you Black folks you must
Not in high yellow you gotta to go
All of my runballs you must go
You don't have to say eveyday
It making you go
And all that you next again you must go
If it means if you were Jimmy
So that we go
Muslims and gays
You gotta to go
Boy we hate your ways
Please go my way
All you Black folks you must go
The fog and the smog of news media that logs
False narratives of Gods that came up against the odds
We're not just ni**a rappers with the bars
It's kismet that we're cosmic with the stars
You bastards overlooking street art
Better yet street smarts but you keep us off the charts
Who can come back years later still hit the shot
Still them tryna move we off the f**king block
Babylon blood clat
Two pon yuh headtop
All you Black folks you must go
No in high yellow take us to go
And all you poor folks you must go
To you have seen everyday
It making no change
And all you next again
You must go
Don't forget Jimmy
So get me
Close don't the game
Please go away
Oh they hate your ways
Oh they hate your ways
All you Black folks you must go