This is a song about "Tribe"

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

A tribe called quest in the days of reaganomics,

Come again, i devour lawmen my tribe is tribal i'll beat you with the fucking bible

Me lay down tracks. so take a step back and look in the mirror then maybe you will

I'm spittin' freestyle, beat is tribe called quest,

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Right in the jungle with a tribe of my hustlers

On some rakim, tribe, big, kane, pun, em, and pac shit

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

I'll swarm on your poor ass like the tribe goin' on award tour

You know i spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure