Mind Power Songtext
von A Tribe Called Quest

Your new lesson is to realize the mission when you hear it
Emceein′, see, I got this in my spirit
I got verses like Mahalia singin' church hymns
So strap up because you skatin′ on ice that's wild thin

A weak foundation doesn't make a good home
That′s why mines is built on chrome microphones
We ′bout to do it theoretically
Insteadibly, to the medley, come on

It's the complete Kamaal, unique, Fareed, breed
That′ll keep you broke down like a Royce five speed
So move buddy, ay yo, we got to get this money
In this land of dead and crummy, ain't a damn thing funny

Ay yo, shout out to Mobb Deep, the Extra P
Busta Rhymes, De La, the J Beez and don′t sleep
We got reality for the carriage
Stayin' sincere to this, so I know we gonna manage


Give me – liberty in mass amounts and Swiss bank accounts
With the sustainer, it′ll be real
So me and my brothas, we can sit down and build
Like Rampage with that last boy scout appeal

We got that silk, satin, Manhattan intelligence feel
That keeps everything on even keels
So all you slow brothas talkin' yang, ya putang
Now, we gonna show you how the real crew bang

Ay yo, I bring it to you live, kid, Queens niggas love static
Your rap's had it, braggin′ more numbers than mathematics
I get brains on progmatic from leavin′ wet dreams shattered
That's the same guy be skeetin′ in your mugshot

I stays hot like summertime on LBQ and boo boos
The love shack is one-nine-two, my joint's smooth
To watch them niggas fall like Linque
I keeps it brand new like school shoppin′, it's on and poppin′

The club peeps this nigga's steez like rayon
You get laid off while I'll be gamin′ ghetto girl like Eight Off
The verdict′s in, I be the look of blendin'
Give up your goods ′cause it's the start of your endin′


(Where ya at?) We seein life for what it is
(Where ya at?) We get this money for these kids
(Where ya at?) We bout to build the foundation
(Where ya at?)

Now, all that Glock totin' trash you talk will not prevail
It′s stale, you'll either be dead or in jail
I keeps it realer than the logo on milk
Denouncin' tough guy wannabes that look smoother than silk (oh!)

That′s the sound of the man gettin′ yanked off the stage
Tryna front like he mad paid
Suckin' so bad, we threw his mama off the train (insane)
Emcees are just givin it all away (okay)

Who said him know about the Quest like sound? (Sound)
Mess around and get your ass knocked down (clown)
I dedicate this to the posers that play hard
You wanna hear some rhymes, well come bring your bodyguard

So he can peep the worldwide Willie that we display
Leavin′ all emcees in complete disarray
I beez a veteran emcee, crushin' crews for years
Ya frontin′ hard, when you softer than the Berenstain Bears

Yeah, chumps be like, "Phife, that ain't fair"
"Fuck outta here, do I look like I care?
Come off my stage, before I grab ya neck and handle ya
Wet ya like punani, then dry you like Canada"

Shaheed Muhammad′s on the Gemini mixer
Peace to Derrick Coleman, Mad Max and the Sixers
I'm cappin' hard ′cause I got this rap shit sold
From Linden Boulevard down to Cascade Road

You know my steez, I treat hip hop like a sport
Holdin′ down fort up on Martinique Court (like)

(Where ya at?) We seein life for what it is
(Where ya at?) We get this money for these kids
(Where ya at?) We bout to build the foundation
(Where ya at?) We gonna start the Zulu Nation
(Where ya at?) Come on, come on
(Where ya at?) We gonna put it all together
(Where ya at?) No matter what the hell the weather
(Where ya at?)

Uh, uh, mind power
Uh, uh, mind power
Uh, uh, mind power (spirit first y'all)
Uh, uh, mind power
Uh, uh, mind power
Uh, uh, kickin′ willie is good
All throughout your whole hood
But we gotta start with the spirit first y'all
Mind power