against the world Against the world? Hell yeah the world Me and you girl go against the world Against the world? Hell yeah the world Yeah the world Yeah the world
Prijevod: Tribe Called Quest. Protiv svijeta.
thank my son for loaning me this microphone once again They may have to wrestle to get it back You know, as a result of my son common touring the world Pops has acquired a
of Hennessy Ain't never had a friend like me Remember memories so vividly Was once a little dust kicker now becomes a G Who can I call when they all fail Collect calls
that I sever- -al Quest with the Questers, a Quest on a solo Boomin in a Benzo, Beamer or a Bronco Boom pack a boom boom, boom pack a boom If my sight
you ass out And when I'm at a show, chicks never pass out We got the noise to make the whole mash out A Tribe Called Quest make the party go down Plus
on something else rather than sometimes looking at Ourselves, recognizing a lot of the stuff that happens...but if we look Within ourselves, we could prevent a
movement never ends The rap game'll never be the same again We came again Here I come again, you feelin' fine? The Dawg is like a overflowin' rhyme from mind Usually mess with shorties whose a
the rock (rock), I know the territory Go ahead and try (try), that's a different story Similar to grimm (grimm), I could write a better one All about a
is the real when you get a record deal and I say Aw, shucks, look what the cat hauled in It's Phife Dawg from A Tribe Called Quest, let me begin Like
out in a blaze of glory, Goin' against the grain Everybodys got a different story, ours just stays the same Gunna go out in a blaze of glory, the world
to thank my son for loaning me this microphone once again They may have to wrassle to get it back You know, as a result of my son Common touring the world Pops has acquired a
out in a blaze of glory, Goin' against the grain Everybodys got a different story, Ours just stays the same Gunna go out in a blaze of glory, The world
you nonstop And A Tribe Called Quest, man they nonstop And don't forget the Jungle Beez yo they nonstop [Extra Verse: sampled from "Down Syndrome"] Let me tell you a
thank my son for loaning me this microphone once again They may have to wrassle to get it back You know, as a result of my son Common touring the world Pops has acquired a
t a hit. Maybe I'm approaching it wrong. Look at him, a musician, a natural musician. This Motorcity was a serious little boy. Liked to pull down the
