The Remedy Lyrics

by A Tribe Called Quest

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#118;>Yo, we all got different things we got to deal with. we always are trying<br />To put the blame on something else rather than sometimes looking at<br />Ourselves, recognizing a lot of the stuff that happens...but if we look<br />Within ourselves, we could prevent a lot of this nonsense. it&rsquo;s about<br />Relating back to the essence, where it all stems from. i&rsquo;m-a do my thing<br />Over this drum, like a native tongue.<br /><br />Verse one<br />Q-tip:<br />Do what you will, if you feel that your steeze is real<br />Complicated with the skills over reel to reel<br />Brown skin is what I feel, my mind and body&rsquo;s appeal<br />Is to the no-frill mills, who hear the beats to chill<br />Constantly, I&rsquo;m hearing black americans just sneering<br />Looking for a leader who can fill us up with either<br />Hitting us up with great emotional chat<br />About the fact<br />That the black<br />Is constantly held back<br />Like 50 tracks back in a relay race<br />And the white team&rsquo;s ahead<br />So let&rsquo;s keep up the pace<br />And I be needing something<br />To feed my logical taste<br />At the end of the race is there a paradise place? <br />Yo, we can&rsquo;t get involved in what the next man is doing<br />Material gain we put too much in persuing<br />Yo duke, I need this dough so we can step to this party<br />But we can all mardi grati<br />Minus that shit in our body<br />What that got to do with that<br />&rsquo;cause kid that&rsquo;s the essence,<br />Your physical presence<br />Embodies every lesson<br />You can&rsquo;t run the rolls royce if the engine is busted.<br />Can&rsquo;t even life the knife to cut the mustard.<br />What we need to do first<br />Now listen to this verse<br />Let&rsquo;s concentrate on our spiritual plate.<br />Recognize your existence in this vast blue space<br />From a tiny cloud of blood<br />To the human beings with taste, sight, touch, smell<br />And sound<br />Let&rsquo;s deem it profound!<br />And prioritize this cause it was allah&rsquo;s wish<br />Allah? I&rsquo;m god<br />No I ddon&rsquo;t believe that. that&rsquo;s a mystery<br />If God is so good why does shit be happening to me? <br />There&rsquo;s divinity within<br />Because we come from the divine<br />A froce that&rsquo;s not seen but you feel it every time<br />When the wind blows, and the world turns,<br />And the rain drops, and the baby cries<br />And the bird flies, and the ground quake,<br />And the stars gleam<br />So many things are eident of it&rsquo;s existence<br />What we need to do is link it with persistence<br />Once we recognize that, we can move ahead<br />Native tongue, common sense yo he&rsquo;s hip-hop bred...<br /><br />Common:<br />From the spiritual world my former life has developed<br />First person I lost close to me was stella<br />Some of my mellows<br />Lost their mothers and their brothers<br />For them I feel empathy<br />But I ain&rsquo;t pouring out no liquor for no niggas<br />I pour my heart out when I see dot out on the deck<br />Knowing two weeks ago he slapped-box with death<br />I hear of niggas dying in the wind-in the news<br />But when it&rsquo;s somebody you know it hits you<br />And emotions get bruised<br />I ain&rsquo;t been in your shoes,<br />I won&rsquo;t judge you for knocking<br />Because the spirit of the ghetto says you gotta!<br />They snatch you again from rock flippin&rsquo;<br />Give back into the neighborhood, you better start kickin&rsquo;<br />Stickin&rsquo; stores<br />On the strip<br />I&rsquo;m tired of arabs giving me my change back<br />Devil bomb my yesterday<br />My tomorrow he never gave back<br />I lay back, looking at the ceiling<br />Wonndering what can I do<br />So my homie won&rsquo;t have to be dealing<br />Not cause you serving and I&rsquo;m rapping I&rsquo;m better<br />Just different pieces to the puzzle of black life<br />That we have to put together, better ourselves<br />Cause families we gotta raise<br />No matter how long the money<br />Shorter become the days<br />Men become like women<br />And no difference in the season<br />If you got popped five times<br />You breathing for a reason<br />Let&rsquo;s put the five tenure plan into progression<br />Before we count our paper<br />Count our blessings<br />