We Can Get Down

Lyrics

[Intro] Down-down [Chorus] We can get down, we can-we can get down We can get down, we can-we can get down We can get down, we can-we can get down We can get down, we can-we can get down (Why waste time on the microphone?) We can get down, we can-we can get down We can get down, we can-we can get down We can get down, we can-we can get down We can get down, we can-we can get down (Aww) It's like that, man, it's like that (Yes) It's like that, man, it's like that (Yes) It's like that, man, it's like that (Yes) It's like that, man, it's like that (Why waste time on the microphone?), check it [Verse 1: Phife Dawg] I'm not your average MC with the Joe Schmoe flow If you don't know me by now, you'll never know Steppin' on my critics, beatin' all my foes The plan is to stay focused, only then I can grow Straight from the heart, I represent hip-hop I be three albums deep, but I don't wanna go pop Too many candy rappers seem to be at the top Too much candy is no good, so now I'm closin' the shop Crushin' competition like Italians on grapes My rhymes styles be blendin' like a Ron G tape My man, where ya goin'? You can't escape When the Tribe is in the house, that means nobody is safe How can a reverend preach, when a rev' can't define The music of our youth from 1979? We rap 'bout what we see, meanin' reality From people bustin' caps and like Mandela bein' free Not every MC be with the negativity We have a slew of rappers pushin' positivity Hip-hop will never die, yo, it's all about the rap So Mayor Barry smokin' crack, let's preach about that The trash you talk won't matter, that old bogus chatter The more that you condemn us, it only makes us phatter When I talk, I know I'm talkin' for hip-hoppers all around You know you love the sound, we gets down [Chorus] We can get down, we can-we can get down We can get down, we can-we can get down We can get down, we can-we can get down We can get down, we can-we can get down (Aww) It's like that man, it's like that (Yes) It's like that man, it's like that (Yes) It's like that man, it's like that (Yes) It's like that man, it's like that (Why waste time on the microphone?), check it [Verse 2: Q-Tip] I'm the cherry on the top of yo' ice cream I'm the mystic thought inside your dream Listen to the way we pulsate the jam I'm the nigga here with the mic in hand Styles that we present are just a few To do away with you and your humdrum crew This is '93 and the shit is real Black people, unite and put down your steel Ladies, make a forum on your sexual drive Devote it to your lover and make it thrive The rhythm's in F, I'm a hip-hop body Release my energy with the force of a shotty Standin' on the wall with my Polo on Talkin' to the girl with the Liz Claiborne Keep the poetry in my black knapsack Got my Timbo hooves and my Doublemint pack Hit the city streets to enhance my soul I can kick a rhyme over ill drum rolls With a kick, snare, kicks and high hat Skilled in the trade of that old boom bap I can do a trick with the opposite breed I used to down forties and smoke grade weed Now I'm doin' shows with half loot down Now it's time for me to take ya Uptown [Chorus] It's like that man, it's like that (Yes) It's like that man, it's like that (Yes) It's like that man, it's like that (Yes) It's like that man, it's like that (Yes) It's like that man, it's like that (Yes) It's like that man, it's like that (Yes) It's like that man, it's like that (Yes) It's like that man, it's like that (Yes), Shaheed [Interlude] Why waste time on the microphone? Why waste time on the microphone? Why waste time on the microphone? Why waste time on the microphone? Why waste— Why waste time on the mic— [Outro] A Tribe Called Quest consists of four members Phife Dawg, Ali Shaheed Muhammad, Q-Tip, and Jarobi A-E-I-O-U, and sometimes Y