Tim Latham - Rhythm (Devoted to the Art of Moving Butts) lyrics

[Intro: Ali Shaheed Muhammad] It's a new decade The Native Tongues are about to proceed with the usual lingo The usual rhythm [Verse 1: Q-Tip] Devoted to, the art of moving bu*ts The rhythm's happening, and it's moving up The Tribe has been on hold for much too long Don't fear the rhythm because it's strong On the corners, brothers bop their heads From the high-tops to the natty dreads I'm a nubian y'all, look what we did Took the crust away from the third eyelid Now it's kinda open, longs to see the sight Rhythms of the Tribe which is pa**ed outright Night after night, day after day Questing for the rhythms of the Native Tongue way Rhythm is the key as we open up the door Things a B-boy has never seen before Poly-rhythm addict with a big fat boom You have an eargasm as you start to consume The ghetto beat with a ghetto poem Yeah, it's from the heart, cos it's from the home Jarobi, Phife, Ali Shaheed Call me Koala, got what you need You're a disc jock, then jock this Rhythms can't lose, rhythms can't miss If you feel uptight and you need to freak It'll be alright once we drop this beat [Hook] I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm (Repeat x8) [Verse 2: Q-Tip] Ma Ma**a-ya, Ma Makossa Gets hectic, freak a bourgeois We quest around for the musical heart On avenues, streets and boulevards Not selling out, that's a negative Loving Hip Hop, loving heritage Got the instinct to travel miles and miles Gotta whole lot of rhythm, piles and piles Now you're kinda with it, wanna get the funk From the Zulu Nation, topping all the junk Standing on the top like the Temptations said Rhythms are obese, yeah, you gotta keep 'em fed Read what I read, can't be better said Tribe'll lick motions dabble in the head Sweetback's bad, not as bad as a beat It's a (stone groove baby) Continue, on the windy road But, I'm lugging, a crazy big load Will we be on point for the ninety dec Is it muscle bound and will it flex? But trudging, we are used to You don't Quest alone, Quest with a crew We're four, once more, must make the tracks You see four fronts, but now you see four backs [Hook to fade]