[Verse 1: Q-Tip] We don't believe you 'cause we the people I'll still be in the rear, yo, we don't need you You ain't a killer nor good, young nigga, move When we get hungry we eat the same fucking food The ramen noodle Your simple voodoo is so maniacal, reliable to pull a juju The irony is that this bad bitch in my lap She don't love me, she make bunnies, she gon' study that She gon' give it to me, ain't gon' tell me run it back She gon' take the brain or weather plain, she spit on that The doors are signed with, don't try to rhyme with VH1 has a show that you could waste your time with Guilty pleasures take the edge off reality And for a salary I'd probably do that shit sporadically The OG Gucci wasn't spittin' with iguanas The IRS piranha see a nigga gettin' commas Niggas in the hood living in a fishbowl Gentrify here, now it's not a shit hole Trendsetter, I know, my shit's cold I ain't said it yet because I ain't so bold, hey yo
[Hook: Q-Tip] All you Black folks, you must go All you Mexicans, you must go And all you poor folks, you must go Muslims and gays, boy, we hate your ways So all you bad folks, you must go
[Bridge: Phife Dawg & Q-Tip] The fog in the smog of new media that logs False narratives of guys that came up against the odds We not just nigga rappers with the bars It's kismet that we cosmic with the stars
[Verse 2: Phife Dawg] You bastards overlooking street art Better yet, street smarts but you keep us off the charts So motherfuck your numbers and your statisticians Fuck you know about true competition? Just like the [?] picture that talking about he hittin' The only ones who's hitting are the ones that currently spittin' We got your missie smitten rubbing on a little kitten Dreaming of a world that's equal for women with no division Boy, I tell you that's vision Like Tony Romo when he hitting Witten The Tribe be the best in they division Shaheed Muhammad cut it with precision Who can come back years later, still hit the shot? Still y'all tryna move me off the fucking block Babylon, bloodclot Two pon yo headtop, yeah
[Hook: Q-Tip] All you Black folks, you must go All you Mexicans, you must go And all you poor folks, you must go Muslims and gays, boy, we hate your ways So all you bad folks, you must go