A Tribe Called Quest - Mind Power

So funky, so funky, I said,
So funky, I said, so funky

Your new lesson is to realize the mission when you hear it 
MCin', see I got this in my spirit 
I got verses like Mahalia singing church hymns 
So strap up because you skating on ice that's wild thin 

A weak foundation doesn't make a good home 
That's why mine is built on chrome microphones 
We bout to do it theoretically, insteadibly, to the medley 
Come on 

It's the complete Kamal, unique, Fareed breed 
That'll keep you broke down like a horse 5 speed 
So move buddy, ah-yo we got to get this money 
In this land of dead and crummy, ain't a damn thing funny 

Yo, shout out to Mobb Deep, the Extra P 
Busta Rhymes, De La, the J Beez, so don't sleep 
We got reality for the carriage 
Stayin' sincere to this, so I know we gonna manage 

Give me, liberty in mass amounts and Swiss bank accounts 
With the sustainer, it'll be real 
So me and my brothers, we can sit down and meal 
Like Rampage with that last boy scout appeal 

We got that silk, satin, Manhattan intelligence feel 
That keeps everything on even keels 
So all you slow brothers talking yang, ya poo-tang 
Now, we gonna show you how the real crew bang 

[Consequence]
A yo, I bring it to you live kid, Queens *****s love static 
Your rap's had it, bragging more numbers than mathematics 
I get brains on progmatic from leaving wet dreams shattered 
That's the same copy getting in your mug shot 

I stays hot like summertime on LBQ and boo boo 
The love shack is 192, my joint's smooth 
To watch them *****s fall like Linque 
I keeps it brand new like school shopping 
It's on and popping 

The club peeps this *****s steez like rayon 
You get laid off while I'll be gamin ghetto girl like 8-Off 
The verdict's in, I be the look of blending 
Give up your goods 'cause it's the start of your ending 

(Where ya at?) We seeing life for what it is 
(Where ya at?) We get this money for these kids 
(Where ya at?) We bout to build the foundation 
(Where ya at?) 

Now, all that glock toting trash you talk will not prevail 
It's stale, you'll either be dead or in jail 
I keeps it realer than the local one mill 
Denouncing tough guy wannabes that look smoother than silk 

That's the sound of the man getting yanked off the stage 
Trying to front like he mad paid 
Sucking so bad, we threw his mama off the train (insane) 
MCs are just giving it all away (OK) 

Who said him know about the Quest type sound? 
Mess around and get your *** knocked down (clown) 
I dedicate this to the posers that play hard 
You want to hear some rhymes, well come bring your bodyguard 

So he can peep the worldwide Willie that we display 
Leaving all MC's in complete disarray 
I be's a veteran MC, crushing crews for years 
You fronting hard, when you softer than the Bernstein Bears 
Yeah, chumps be like "Phife, that ain't fair" 
**** outta here, do I look like I care 

Come off my stage, before I grab ya neck and handle ya 
Wet ya like punani, then dry you like Canada 
Shaheed Muhammad's on the Gemini mixer 
Peace to Derrick Coleman, Mad Max and the Sixers 

I'm cappin hard 'cause I got this rap **** sold 
From Linden Boulevard down to Cascade Road 
You know my steez, I treat hip hop like a sport 
Holding down fort up on Martinique Court like

(Where ya at?) We seeing life for what it is 
(Where ya at?) We get this money for these kids 
(Where ya at?) We bout to build the foundation 
(Where ya at?) We gonna start the Zulu Nation 
(Where ya at?) Come on, come on 
(Where ya at?) We gonna put it all together 
(Where ya at?) No matter what the hell the weather 
(Where ya at?) 

Uh, uh, mind power (Repeat: x5]

Uh, uh, kicking Willie is good, all throughout your